[ There's some fortune--can it be called fortune?--that when Kim enters the store, those once flickering lights behave for him: they stay lit above head, their hum mingling with the noise of a radio in play of some distorted tune for the proper store experience. Yet what hasn't normalised is the state inside, the farthest aisle scattered of its products of snack bars and cereals, mints and other miscellaneous items most likely to be found close to the counter.
Because if Kim follows the mess, the counter isn't too far. A look down the side leading away from the counter and the mess, and there's no evidence of anyone moving through; but keeping his eyes down the other aisle, a larger part of the knocked stock can be seen. A more careful eye over the very edge of the most affected shelf, a torn scrap of fabric has caught on it, a red chequered pattern lightly discernible, usual for a shirt, if Kim's seen enough of the style to recognise it, or at least guess.
Except, there's nobody visible down the aisles. And on the walk through, none of the aisles would have revealed anyone. They could be around the corners, whoever (or if there's anyone) might be present, though there might be one area a detective would think to look if all signs lead to someone passing through a specific place.
...over the counter, where there will be one Robby Keene in a red-chequered shirt trying to get to the farthest left side of the counter, as if aware he might've given himself away to some kind of company by the mess left on the other side. Moving quietly, not even looking for anyone before he might be found--
though he will stop if he is found, and that's made obvious in any way. ]
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Date: 2023-11-11 10:09 pm (UTC)Because if Kim follows the mess, the counter isn't too far. A look down the side leading away from the counter and the mess, and there's no evidence of anyone moving through; but keeping his eyes down the other aisle, a larger part of the knocked stock can be seen. A more careful eye over the very edge of the most affected shelf, a torn scrap of fabric has caught on it, a red chequered pattern lightly discernible, usual for a shirt, if Kim's seen enough of the style to recognise it, or at least guess.
Except, there's nobody visible down the aisles. And on the walk through, none of the aisles would have revealed anyone. They could be around the corners, whoever (or if there's anyone) might be present, though there might be one area a detective would think to look if all signs lead to someone passing through a specific place.
...over the counter, where there will be one Robby Keene in a red-chequered shirt trying to get to the farthest left side of the counter, as if aware he might've given himself away to some kind of company by the mess left on the other side. Moving quietly, not even looking for anyone before he might be found--
though he will stop if he is found, and that's made obvious in any way. ]