Username:
SilverCrescentMoon
Why is the kalon hiding?: From
Celia's point of view.
Footsteps, my footsteps, echoed on the hard floor as I made my rounds of the large building. The toy store had just closed, meaning I had to do my duty. Being a security guard isn't the most glamorous job in the world, unless you're protecting something very important, like a hospital or a well-known business building. Me? I'm stationed at Knick-Knack-Novelty, a gigantic toy store downtown. I take my job very seriously, going around and checking behind every shelf, rack, and counter for any burglars or other people who may try to break in. However, I was in a hurry on this particular evening. All the staff was supposed to get together for pizza tonight for the annual staff party. I insisted to check the store first, and meet them there later. The staff party is something not to be missed. You get to see the crazy side of your coworkers, and its rather entertaining. So I was going as quickly as I could.
Ever been in a toy store at night? I'm used to it now, but its a bit creepy. Darkness falls upon the whole store. All the boxes stacked up on the shelves gleam when my flashlight beam hits them, and don't even get me started on the dolls. I was just crossing into the stuffed toy section when I heard a clatter behind me, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Whipping around, I ran towards the source of the sound. Up near the front of the store, I saw the shattered remains of a ceramic piggy bank scattered across the floor, as well as change spilled from the open cash register. My tail lashed back and forth in irritation. A hot pizza was waiting miles away and I was stuck here. On the other paw, I was rather excited that some action was taking place. Even as a security guard, you don't get to see much action. I stared at the counter, waiting for whoever it was to come out.
How you coax it out: "Hey!" I called confidently, pointing my flashlight at the counter. "Come out with your paws up!" Perking my ears, I listen carefully for any response, but there was none. I knew someone was indeed there. Their breathing made that obvious. Very slowly, I began to inch around the counter. To my surprise, no one was there. "What the-" I began to mutter. But before I could finish my sentence, something hit me hard on the top of my head and I blacked out.
***
I woke to the sound of sirens outside. Whoever it was hopefully was captured by now. But when the chief entered the store and told me they had escaped, but still set off the alarms, anger bubbled up inside me. "Let me see the security cameras," I huffed. So we went to the back room. Thank goodness the cameras caught the thief. "Get me the sketch artist," I said as I stated at the footage, rubbing the bump on my head. "We've got 'em."