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| Why can't he reach? | Started by: JohnnyBambino on Apr 10, '09 10:44 |
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New York City, 2:38 AM Sev Machiavelli Walks down a street, raining down pour, he drops a penny from the chest pocket of his jacket he tries to lunge down to reach for it FAILS. HE OPENS UP A BUTTON FROM HIS SUIT, NOW DETERMINED again. FAILS. HE CAN'T. WHY? |
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Sev's attempts at reaching the penny he had dropped earlier were fruitless. Suddenly, he stood up and looked around, observing his surroundings. The sky was pitch black, the rain poured harder than ever, masking whatever sound was made in the street. The streetlamps were glowing a dim, orange light. No light could be seen from any window for blocks. There was no one in sight, apart from a couple of bums sleeping at a nearby alley. Concluding that nobody would see him do it, he hastily took his Handgun from the inside of his suit, managing to conceal it behind his in a matter of seconds. Now there was nothing that could stop him from picking up the penny. As he bent to pick up the penny, he gave himself a little chuckle. It was kinda pathetic really, all this trouble just for a penny. After he had picked up the miniscule item, he put his handgun back to it's place, tilted his fedora a bit to the front, and went on with his business. |
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| Reply by: Sev_Machiavelli at Apr 10, '09 11:07 | |
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This all sped through his mind as he realizes that the scene that had just transpired was all a film he played in his head. In fact, the rain had stopped pouring down, leaving a humid feeling on his skin, as he was not wearing thick clothing, other than his jacket, suit, and shoes. Streetlamps were neither orange, nor dim. They were a rather brightly white. These balls glowed so brightly, they shone upon the windows adjacent to the street curb he was walking by. The street he strolled down was in the busy bar district of Manhattan, thus this place is still sprawling with party people and casual drinkers alike, making it a crowded place. This would not have been a matter of relevance, for he did not, in fact, have a piece on him. What exactly was holding off his pursuit of claiming this fallen penny from his clutches once again? Sev Machiavelli griefs in his mind, under his truly existent Fedora, the only actual thing he held in his thoughts, for the loss of this penny, for he, is unable to reclaim it from the forsaken ground, feet away from his grasp. yet the question remains. WHY? |
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| Reply by: JohnnyBambino at Apr 10, '09 11:16 | |
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The booze all went to his head apparently, as Sev was brought back to reality in a glimpse. His vision was blurry, his memory was faulty, and he felt as nauseous as hell. But the penny. The penny was still there. Something inside of Sev was telling...no, screaming at him, to pick up the penny. Was it his conscience? His alcohol-addled mind? Or was he simply insane? Nevertheless, Sev still attempted to pick up the penny, but to no avail. He had bumped at a bystander walking by as he attempted to pick up the seemingly evasive penny. The man he had bumped did not stop from moving, but glared at Sev with contempt as he walked past. But sev didn't mind. What only mattered was the penny. The penny that he could not get his hands on. With great effort he lunged for the penny, and miraculously caught it. Standing up, Sev was filled with delight. Nothing mattered anymore. It didn't matter that he had bumped a few people again in his efforts. It didn't matter that he looked like a dumb@ss lunging at the concrete. It didn't matter that he had a wound in his abdomen, which he had cleverly concealed. It didn't matter that he combined drugs with alcohol so as to numb the pain. All that mattered was the penny, the penny that was finally in his grasp. Meanwhile, the surrounding bystanders were staring at Sev with slight disgust and curiosity, seeing as the man lunged for the ground, apparently picked something, and then stood up and made a big, wide smile, looking as if he held something in his hand where in fact, there was nothing there at all. |
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| Reply by: Sev_Machiavelli at Apr 10, '09 11:40 | |
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