The Chikamori Legacy (The Sanitized Version)
Prologue - "Seeds of Dissent" Part I (Author's Note: "This is the clean, sanitized version with no links back to my blog - meaning no contraventions against rules) Vancouver, BC, Canada - 1988 ...
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The Chikamori Legacy
Chapter Two: "Escape" - Part II
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Perhaps he needed to go to the bookstore and find some therapy books and while he was there he should also get some cooking books and perhaps a few recipes when he got up. He was more tired than he thought from all that travel and ended up asleep till around 2:35 in the afternoon.
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Maybe I need to run over to the consignment shop and drop off those gemstones. I really should cut them into large spires. And maybe the quartz should be a skull to maximize profits. It was making certain that he thought about what cuts would bring him in the most money that would enable him to get to the stage where he wanted to get to.
One of the things he needed to do was to make some money. Sure, consignment of gemstones was alright, but where was he going to stick that money he earned. He would check and see what his twice-a-week bill payments were like on this half-million simoleon house then decide where to stick his money into investments. Maybe mutual funds, or maybe some fixed-income funds. He could get 7.21% out of a 30% Equity/70% Fixed Income Monthly Income Plan which would generate enough income to get by.
https://i.imgur.com/KQ9z55o.jpg
When Haruo managed to get out of the house, he headed first to the consignment store, where he dropped off the cuts that he’d managed to do with the expensive gemcutter. Discussing numbers with the clerk was clearly a definitive win as Haruo managed to get a good cut of his earnings back with the store only taking a small percentage of fee to cover the costs of consignment. This meant that he would have enough money to start investing. Having talked with a financial advisor, there was the distinct possibility of returns of up to 7.5%, he decided to invest with Fidelity. He would get a weekly amount of §5,407.50 which was quite considerable for the amount he’d decided to invest which was $1,200,000 leaving him only §296,074.00 to work with in his personal account. Everything else was being thrown into investments.
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He also dropped by the bookstore and bought almost §4,000.00 worth of books which would keep him quite busy, if he ever got a chance to read them considering that he had a daily task of going hunting in the mornings and rustling up harvestables. The bookstore, for a small family-run shop had a rather sizable selection of tomes. And the owner said, that as the only game in town for books, he had to make sure that he brought in the latest publications and novels as well as anything literary of interest to the community.
https://i.imgur.com/FbJW8DU.jpg
When he was done at the bookstore, he headed to the diner next door as he was getting rather peckish and the hunger was starting to knot his stomach. There was quite a decent menu selection at the diner and Haruo was hard-pressed to figure out what he really wanted to eat. He just settled for a hamburger and a side order of fries. At least it would keep him going for what he had to do next.
https://i.imgur.com/jcv3gpa.jpg
After stepping out of the diner, he looked in his pocket to see a rather disheveled rainbow butterfly sticking its feelers out rather forlornly. That poor insect had come all the way from Vancouver and was still in Haruo’s pocket. He’d never gotten a chance to drop it off at the Vancouver Science World for the scientists there. “I guess I’m going to have to take you to the local science center and deposit you off. I don’t think you’re liking hanging out in my pocket.”
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It wasn’t certain if the rainbow butterfly understood him, but it hopped out onto the dash of Haruo’s Mercedes and off they went. Evidently it was exceedingly rare and Haruo got nearly §1400.00 for it, even surprisingly in the condition it was in. The scientists were pleased as Punch though.
The fridge was empty and Haruo had a few things that he’d brought over from the Lower Mainland. It meant that he was able to cook something for breakfast. He figured flamefruit pancakes was the way to go. Then it was time for a pick-me-up at the bar in his home. Evidently the bar was well-stocked by the previous owner, something that figured into the expensive sale-price of the home. But hey, it was well-deserved after a fruitful accomplishment in one day from setting foot on Cape Garner Island and going from not having a home or a vehicle to buying a home and vehicle in short order.
https://i.imgur.com/bVVC14Y.jpg
After doing a round of conjuring to give him stuff to cut and consign tomorrow, Haruo, completely exhausted passed out on the bedroom floor. Luckily he didn’t scramble his braincells too much hitting the floor. Of course that wouldn’t do well for him in the long term, but at the age of 18 and worth over a million simoleons, what’s a few injured braincells? Right? They regenerate...via neurogenesis. Something to do with neural stem cells being assigned jobs to function as neurons. Only problem is: there’s a limited number of stem cells…and too many hits to the head will probably make Haruo run out of ‘em. Then he’s hooped. He did wake up long enough to plant his carcass in his proper bed.
https://i.imgur.com/MaRwfP4.jpg
Of course that didn’t last more than two and a half hours since his burglar alarm went off. Evidently this particular burglar was exceedingly dim-witted or had a desire to be terminated since Ms. Robocop came in armed with a nasty looking rifle. Yeah, might be a good idea to just get down on your hands and knees, don’t move a muscle and pray to whatever deity you believe in that she doesn’t happen to have an itchy trigger-finger. Haruo was particularly happy that the cop had everything in hand. Since he’d just bought the place and didn’t relish the idea of losing any of it. Hey, next time, all the good stuff’s upstairs. And by the time you get around to doing another heist on this place Haruo probably might have a Rottweiler protecting it too.
Chapter Two: "Escape" - Part II
https://i.imgur.com/zPTjYEG.jpg
Perhaps he needed to go to the bookstore and find some therapy books and while he was there he should also get some cooking books and perhaps a few recipes when he got up. He was more tired than he thought from all that travel and ended up asleep till around 2:35 in the afternoon.
https://i.imgur.com/0fmGv5O.jpg
Maybe I need to run over to the consignment shop and drop off those gemstones. I really should cut them into large spires. And maybe the quartz should be a skull to maximize profits. It was making certain that he thought about what cuts would bring him in the most money that would enable him to get to the stage where he wanted to get to.
One of the things he needed to do was to make some money. Sure, consignment of gemstones was alright, but where was he going to stick that money he earned. He would check and see what his twice-a-week bill payments were like on this half-million simoleon house then decide where to stick his money into investments. Maybe mutual funds, or maybe some fixed-income funds. He could get 7.21% out of a 30% Equity/70% Fixed Income Monthly Income Plan which would generate enough income to get by.
https://i.imgur.com/KQ9z55o.jpg
When Haruo managed to get out of the house, he headed first to the consignment store, where he dropped off the cuts that he’d managed to do with the expensive gemcutter. Discussing numbers with the clerk was clearly a definitive win as Haruo managed to get a good cut of his earnings back with the store only taking a small percentage of fee to cover the costs of consignment. This meant that he would have enough money to start investing. Having talked with a financial advisor, there was the distinct possibility of returns of up to 7.5%, he decided to invest with Fidelity. He would get a weekly amount of §5,407.50 which was quite considerable for the amount he’d decided to invest which was $1,200,000 leaving him only §296,074.00 to work with in his personal account. Everything else was being thrown into investments.
https://i.imgur.com/gvOoM2C.jpg
He also dropped by the bookstore and bought almost §4,000.00 worth of books which would keep him quite busy, if he ever got a chance to read them considering that he had a daily task of going hunting in the mornings and rustling up harvestables. The bookstore, for a small family-run shop had a rather sizable selection of tomes. And the owner said, that as the only game in town for books, he had to make sure that he brought in the latest publications and novels as well as anything literary of interest to the community.
https://i.imgur.com/FbJW8DU.jpg
When he was done at the bookstore, he headed to the diner next door as he was getting rather peckish and the hunger was starting to knot his stomach. There was quite a decent menu selection at the diner and Haruo was hard-pressed to figure out what he really wanted to eat. He just settled for a hamburger and a side order of fries. At least it would keep him going for what he had to do next.
https://i.imgur.com/jcv3gpa.jpg
After stepping out of the diner, he looked in his pocket to see a rather disheveled rainbow butterfly sticking its feelers out rather forlornly. That poor insect had come all the way from Vancouver and was still in Haruo’s pocket. He’d never gotten a chance to drop it off at the Vancouver Science World for the scientists there. “I guess I’m going to have to take you to the local science center and deposit you off. I don’t think you’re liking hanging out in my pocket.”
https://i.imgur.com/NxQBcwo.jpg
It wasn’t certain if the rainbow butterfly understood him, but it hopped out onto the dash of Haruo’s Mercedes and off they went. Evidently it was exceedingly rare and Haruo got nearly §1400.00 for it, even surprisingly in the condition it was in. The scientists were pleased as Punch though.
The fridge was empty and Haruo had a few things that he’d brought over from the Lower Mainland. It meant that he was able to cook something for breakfast. He figured flamefruit pancakes was the way to go. Then it was time for a pick-me-up at the bar in his home. Evidently the bar was well-stocked by the previous owner, something that figured into the expensive sale-price of the home. But hey, it was well-deserved after a fruitful accomplishment in one day from setting foot on Cape Garner Island and going from not having a home or a vehicle to buying a home and vehicle in short order.
https://i.imgur.com/bVVC14Y.jpg
After doing a round of conjuring to give him stuff to cut and consign tomorrow, Haruo, completely exhausted passed out on the bedroom floor. Luckily he didn’t scramble his braincells too much hitting the floor. Of course that wouldn’t do well for him in the long term, but at the age of 18 and worth over a million simoleons, what’s a few injured braincells? Right? They regenerate...via neurogenesis. Something to do with neural stem cells being assigned jobs to function as neurons. Only problem is: there’s a limited number of stem cells…and too many hits to the head will probably make Haruo run out of ‘em. Then he’s hooped. He did wake up long enough to plant his carcass in his proper bed.
https://i.imgur.com/MaRwfP4.jpg
Of course that didn’t last more than two and a half hours since his burglar alarm went off. Evidently this particular burglar was exceedingly dim-witted or had a desire to be terminated since Ms. Robocop came in armed with a nasty looking rifle. Yeah, might be a good idea to just get down on your hands and knees, don’t move a muscle and pray to whatever deity you believe in that she doesn’t happen to have an itchy trigger-finger. Haruo was particularly happy that the cop had everything in hand. Since he’d just bought the place and didn’t relish the idea of losing any of it. Hey, next time, all the good stuff’s upstairs. And by the time you get around to doing another heist on this place Haruo probably might have a Rottweiler protecting it too.
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