he wanders through the merchandise, casting appraising glances at some items. some he even runs his hands over - grimacing at the dust and grime they leave on his fingers. but his manner suggests he is looking for something specific.
- as he moves the hoarding aside.
- as he leans in to study this face, already fascinated by its calm cruelty and promise of dark wisdom.
- as he glances round the store and past the bum to the door beyond; has this character just wandered in from the street?
very close on jp's face - quizzical, enquiring .  and suddenly contorted in pain!
- as he looks down at his finger, face snarling.
close on his awe-struck face - bathed in reflected blue light.
still staring at the ceiling, jp pulls a pained face - like he's heard this embarrassing shit a hundred times.
- who has sunk to the floor, staring at the pillar.