CH.III - MAGAZINE LIFE
Oh hello there, ma'am! I see you've brought your two darling little children with you. Would you like to buy a magnum? How about you sir? An Artic Warefare Police sniper rifle perhaps? Even though it never snows in Sector Seven, I'm sure that the complimentary Artic Warfare coat will come in handy if you buy this gun...
No, I don't actually say anything. In fact, I sit in my shop and glare. At anything. It's probably not the best approach for customer service, but even the We're Open sign has a hard time getting people to at least walk through the door. Let alone realize that they've just walked into a Weapon's shop.
Oh, I do everything here. You name it. I sell, trade, lock, shock, barrel, sulk, repair... Anything but burgers. No, you cannot have fries and a shake with your Wutainese Hunting Bow.
Seriously. People actually do this.
Alright, I can understand the adolescents walking in, cracking up while they muster up an order that includes ketchup and chicken nuggets, minus the onions. But as for the few adults who are not old enough to be suffering from Oldtimer's disease... Completely oblivious.
I sigh and head towards the stockroom. I admit, it's not such a terrible thing that I next to never have customers. Leaves me extra time during work to mark down which of my own personal weapons requires the latest upgrades. Unfortunately, however, because of the lack of customers, I rarely have the funds to follow through. So really, I spend my free time confirming the failure of my Weapon's shop.
I suppose it doesn't bother me too much. Besides these activities, I also have the weekly SHINRAlife, and Midgar Trade magazines to flip through. Or the four by three inch mini-television I have sitting in the stockroom. I flip on the television. As usual, not much programming on, simply hours of commercials and infomercials and the SHINRA marketing channels.
Of course, lately, we can't market any of SHINRA's products without the endorsement of the World-Renown Red-Carpet-Walking, World-Peace-Advocating, and not to mention Painfully-and-Flawlessly Beautiful, Last Cetra of the Planet: Aeris Gainsborough. She's sure to be on the cover of SHINRAlife and Midgar Trade again. She probably spends every day in a photo shoot to keep up with these magazines. She's the star of every centerfold, and most of the ads or special interviews. The world outside of my own can't get enough of this girl. Everything is known about her. And somehow, she manages to remain mysterious.
A/N: Yes, I know, SHORT. And yes, "Oldtimer's" disease is actually the nickname for "Elsheimer's" but... for the many things I've already thrown in this story, I've decided that Elsheimer probably doesn't exist in the world of FFVII, so I'm trying sooo hard to be practical! Hope you enjoyed it of course. The story title was also altered, slightly.