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May. 9th, 2006 11:05 amCiv down, about to start studying for Calc (shoot me, please)
Had a great weekend, friday night went bowling with Elyse and Joe, then we got coffee before going back to PC to wander around, and eventually play kickball. Saturday night was the theater banquet "your parents prom" was the theme, very fun. Parents came up to visit Sunday, to have a burfday dinner - good times all around.
listening to Eve 6 - Inside Out One of the songs on the "Remember when that was cool?" list... still fun to listen to.
need to get creative urges out before I do the whole math studying thing... so I'm just going to write something... we'll see what it is when I finish.. I have no clue what I'm going to write, but I'm only giving myself like 15 minutes.
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The steel made his hand cold, it pressed against his palm in a comforting, but not comfortable way. The grooves along the grip etched lines into his palm, and left just enough room for droplets of sweat to trickle through, causing Robert to itch in a most inconvenient manner. "Shit..." he mumbled softly, adjusting his lips to allow the cigarette to dangle out of the left side while he exhaled smoke through his lips. A confident lear appeared on his mouth and he let the cigarette drop, twisting his foot over the embers abrasively before moving towards the dustridden window. He squinted through the dirty glass in an attempt to make out the figures approaching the building, but soon gave in to the grime and made a firm sweep across the glass with his shirt sleeve. Vision. It was the people he expected to see. He recognized the navy blue outfits immediately. Effortlessly, catlike, he maneuvered up the steel stairs, moving gently, avoiding creaks and bangs, still nursing his metal friend. The barrel was the coldest part, the handle felt warm now, uncomfortable. He let it dangle, uncocked by his side and used his other hand to pat the chest pocket of the tan sports jacket he wore. He felt the Compact Discs round shape and smiled again- after all, he had been successful. A few more movements and he would be finished, he could deliver the disk to Synerco and be done for good, living the rich life. He paused on the last step, and allowed himself a quick daydream. Palm trees and margaritas, hot chicks and easy lays. It inspired him, and he took the last step.
He did not expect his foot to miss the last step. He definetly did not expect to fall onto the catwalk and make a surprising amount of noise... but mostly, he did not expect to drop his pistol to the floor of the warehouse, 30 feet below. He cursed silently under his breath, but then remained silent, moving forward on his hands and knees, then lieing down so the lip of the catwalk hid him. Things were going to be harder now. The black air of the warehouse was suddenly pierced with the white of daylight, dust moved in silhouettes of the light, as the low creak of the door did nothing to aid the investigators position.
Robert cursed quietly again, he'd just have to do things the hard way. Hugging the floor, he maneuvered silently around the catwalk, moving slowly and silently till he was behind the two officers. He heard their quiet conference below, and peeked over the edge to see them standing back to back, guns drawn, circling nervously. It was all he could do to keep from chuckling out of sheer pleasure from their fear- he'd developed quite the reputation. Thinking quickly, Robert gripped the pen from his pocket, and threw over the catwalk, so that it landed in the dark corner. The officers jumped, and faced the corner - Robert leered and wondered how they had made the force. as they slowly approached the corner, Robert began working his way down the other staircase, careful not to make the same mistake he'd made before.
Pallets lay on the floor below, and provided substantial cover for Robert to move in the direction of his pistol... he moved closer, and closer, until finally he reached the weapon, cocked the hammer back, and pulled the trigger.
No bullets came out.
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YOU CHOOSE THE ADVENTURE!
(a) - Robert fumbles with the pistol, to find it empty, and him devoid of bullets
(b) - before he can do anything, the officers fire
(c) - Robert makes a run for it, dashing for the open door
Vote in comments (Gawd I'm such a loser :))
Had a great weekend, friday night went bowling with Elyse and Joe, then we got coffee before going back to PC to wander around, and eventually play kickball. Saturday night was the theater banquet "your parents prom" was the theme, very fun. Parents came up to visit Sunday, to have a burfday dinner - good times all around.
listening to Eve 6 - Inside Out One of the songs on the "Remember when that was cool?" list... still fun to listen to.
need to get creative urges out before I do the whole math studying thing... so I'm just going to write something... we'll see what it is when I finish.. I have no clue what I'm going to write, but I'm only giving myself like 15 minutes.
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The steel made his hand cold, it pressed against his palm in a comforting, but not comfortable way. The grooves along the grip etched lines into his palm, and left just enough room for droplets of sweat to trickle through, causing Robert to itch in a most inconvenient manner. "Shit..." he mumbled softly, adjusting his lips to allow the cigarette to dangle out of the left side while he exhaled smoke through his lips. A confident lear appeared on his mouth and he let the cigarette drop, twisting his foot over the embers abrasively before moving towards the dustridden window. He squinted through the dirty glass in an attempt to make out the figures approaching the building, but soon gave in to the grime and made a firm sweep across the glass with his shirt sleeve. Vision. It was the people he expected to see. He recognized the navy blue outfits immediately. Effortlessly, catlike, he maneuvered up the steel stairs, moving gently, avoiding creaks and bangs, still nursing his metal friend. The barrel was the coldest part, the handle felt warm now, uncomfortable. He let it dangle, uncocked by his side and used his other hand to pat the chest pocket of the tan sports jacket he wore. He felt the Compact Discs round shape and smiled again- after all, he had been successful. A few more movements and he would be finished, he could deliver the disk to Synerco and be done for good, living the rich life. He paused on the last step, and allowed himself a quick daydream. Palm trees and margaritas, hot chicks and easy lays. It inspired him, and he took the last step.
He did not expect his foot to miss the last step. He definetly did not expect to fall onto the catwalk and make a surprising amount of noise... but mostly, he did not expect to drop his pistol to the floor of the warehouse, 30 feet below. He cursed silently under his breath, but then remained silent, moving forward on his hands and knees, then lieing down so the lip of the catwalk hid him. Things were going to be harder now. The black air of the warehouse was suddenly pierced with the white of daylight, dust moved in silhouettes of the light, as the low creak of the door did nothing to aid the investigators position.
Robert cursed quietly again, he'd just have to do things the hard way. Hugging the floor, he maneuvered silently around the catwalk, moving slowly and silently till he was behind the two officers. He heard their quiet conference below, and peeked over the edge to see them standing back to back, guns drawn, circling nervously. It was all he could do to keep from chuckling out of sheer pleasure from their fear- he'd developed quite the reputation. Thinking quickly, Robert gripped the pen from his pocket, and threw over the catwalk, so that it landed in the dark corner. The officers jumped, and faced the corner - Robert leered and wondered how they had made the force. as they slowly approached the corner, Robert began working his way down the other staircase, careful not to make the same mistake he'd made before.
Pallets lay on the floor below, and provided substantial cover for Robert to move in the direction of his pistol... he moved closer, and closer, until finally he reached the weapon, cocked the hammer back, and pulled the trigger.
No bullets came out.
****************************************************************************************************
YOU CHOOSE THE ADVENTURE!
(a) - Robert fumbles with the pistol, to find it empty, and him devoid of bullets
(b) - before he can do anything, the officers fire
(c) - Robert makes a run for it, dashing for the open door
Vote in comments (Gawd I'm such a loser :))
