Post by rumpelstiltskin on Jul 30, 2015 16:32:10 GMT
Mr.Gold was humming softly as he walked into his shop for another day. The sun had risen high into the Eastern Sky as he dog into his pockets for his store Key. He had to start updating his inventory and also upgrade his store books as well to make sure that all objects were accounted for, and to make sure that he saved all the information on the past items that he had sold. Owning a pawnshop was quite fun for Rumple, especially since it was filled with all the wonderful trinkets of those who use to live in the Enchanted Forest. Since the last curse he had gained a few new items that belonged to newcomers to the town, but he wasn't quite sure who they belonged to, nonetheless he would take care of them until their rightful owners show up at his doorstep in order to pick them back up again. He opened the door, the small cluster of brass bells jingle as he stepped through the threshold of his shop and closed the door behind him, the bells jingling once more as he walked behind the display case full of china and other objects of the sort. He grabbed his set of keys and thumbed through them till he found the right key and opened up his inventory drawer and pulled out a vanilla envelope and began to thumb through some of the pages inside. He took a few out and then grabbed a quill with ink and began to scribble down the information on them, his eyes occasionally darting back and forth between objects in his shop to make sure they were accounted for before continuing to write. His mind began to wander onto marymargaret French, wondering if she would stop by ship shop today.
"So quite in here," Said Mr.Gold to himself as he snapped his finger, that was when music began to fill the empty room, the music was slow and subtle, and was played by a piano that was in the back corner of the room. The piano's ebony and ivory keys played themselves as the music filled the large shop. He sighed in content. "Much better," And went back to working.
"So quite in here," Said Mr.Gold to himself as he snapped his finger, that was when music began to fill the empty room, the music was slow and subtle, and was played by a piano that was in the back corner of the room. The piano's ebony and ivory keys played themselves as the music filled the large shop. He sighed in content. "Much better," And went back to working.