Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2012 20:34:55 GMT
The sound of demons murmuring behind closed doors, exchanging cash and deciding how to steal the next dream from an unsuspecting victim.
Demons among men who'se star truly is as black as coal, right on the other side of the door Seymour was waiting behind, breathing heavily with an old tape recorder in hand, recording evidence.
"Theres always the new replacement at the theatre... he is rolling in fine cash."
"Nah, we wont get any soms from that. Soms... jeez my house is so small right now how about we just kidnap some random dude from the street?"
Mumbled voices.
There was a silence, then an imposing voice, supposedly their leader, spoke up.
"My friends... we dont have to go far to get soms..." He whispered, then suddenly a bullet whisked past Seymour's head, leaving a jagged hole in the door.
Seymour cursed under his breath as he put the tape recorder in his brown coat pocket and loaded his gun, hiding behind the metal wall as the gang members burst out.
Seymour scrambled to his feet as they took aim, firing a bullet at them which missed it's mark and hit the floor at their feet.
Reaching the railing, Seymour had no choice but to jump over the wet railing and onto the giant spinning wheel down below.
Moss growing on ever moving shiny brown walls, swooshing water around like giants in a bath and the crash of the salty waves down below as Seymour dashed behind a turning cog, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the stinging drips of water hitting his brand new, brown fedora hat.
He dared to peak around the corner as the gang members went down the stairs from the waterwheel control room and fanned out, searching for the eavesdropper who could ruin their organisation of thieves.
Seymour saw a gap in the cogs and slid below the spinning wheel, now underneath it with stale, claustrophobic air and the smell of dead fish filling his mouth and nose.
He the ragged shoes of a man above him through the tiny gap, and fired, causing him to keel over in pain.
Seymour then carefully made his way down onto a short walkway, brining the unforgiving water up to ankle height as he tried his best to walk along it without falling off and being crushed in the many cogs and mechanisms hidden just below the murk in constant motion.
There were yells as he was followed by the gang members, making their way down in pursuit.
"Not so dumb after all eh?" Mused Seymour as he fired a gunshot randomly into the air, the loudness and the shock caused one of them to loose their footing and fall into the deadly water, his screams being drowned out and leaving a pool of red where his body had fallen in.
"I wasn't even aiming." Chuckled Seymour as he finally made it across the walkway and clinged onto the pulley system that would bring him back to ground level.
The leader with a look of rage fired a bullet from a ways off roughly in Seymour's direction, hitting Seymour in the waste as he pulled the rope, making his way upwards.
Seymour grunted and fired a bullet at the walk way, causing most of it to collapse so that the gang members couldn't follow him.
He finally made it back up to street level and immediately checked his tape recorder. The bullet had hit it, leaving him without a terrible wound and no evidence.
Seymour cursed and threw his hat to the floor, then he looked up to his star. The black star that he knew belonged to him, and held out as if trying to grab it.
"Will I never grab hold of you? I'll never get paid any som if this keeps up." He mused before putting his hat back on, pulling it over his head and heading back to the station.
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Demons among men who'se star truly is as black as coal, right on the other side of the door Seymour was waiting behind, breathing heavily with an old tape recorder in hand, recording evidence.
"Theres always the new replacement at the theatre... he is rolling in fine cash."
"Nah, we wont get any soms from that. Soms... jeez my house is so small right now how about we just kidnap some random dude from the street?"
Mumbled voices.
There was a silence, then an imposing voice, supposedly their leader, spoke up.
"My friends... we dont have to go far to get soms..." He whispered, then suddenly a bullet whisked past Seymour's head, leaving a jagged hole in the door.
Seymour cursed under his breath as he put the tape recorder in his brown coat pocket and loaded his gun, hiding behind the metal wall as the gang members burst out.
Seymour scrambled to his feet as they took aim, firing a bullet at them which missed it's mark and hit the floor at their feet.
Reaching the railing, Seymour had no choice but to jump over the wet railing and onto the giant spinning wheel down below.
Moss growing on ever moving shiny brown walls, swooshing water around like giants in a bath and the crash of the salty waves down below as Seymour dashed behind a turning cog, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the stinging drips of water hitting his brand new, brown fedora hat.
He dared to peak around the corner as the gang members went down the stairs from the waterwheel control room and fanned out, searching for the eavesdropper who could ruin their organisation of thieves.
Seymour saw a gap in the cogs and slid below the spinning wheel, now underneath it with stale, claustrophobic air and the smell of dead fish filling his mouth and nose.
He the ragged shoes of a man above him through the tiny gap, and fired, causing him to keel over in pain.
Seymour then carefully made his way down onto a short walkway, brining the unforgiving water up to ankle height as he tried his best to walk along it without falling off and being crushed in the many cogs and mechanisms hidden just below the murk in constant motion.
There were yells as he was followed by the gang members, making their way down in pursuit.
"Not so dumb after all eh?" Mused Seymour as he fired a gunshot randomly into the air, the loudness and the shock caused one of them to loose their footing and fall into the deadly water, his screams being drowned out and leaving a pool of red where his body had fallen in.
"I wasn't even aiming." Chuckled Seymour as he finally made it across the walkway and clinged onto the pulley system that would bring him back to ground level.
The leader with a look of rage fired a bullet from a ways off roughly in Seymour's direction, hitting Seymour in the waste as he pulled the rope, making his way upwards.
Seymour grunted and fired a bullet at the walk way, causing most of it to collapse so that the gang members couldn't follow him.
He finally made it back up to street level and immediately checked his tape recorder. The bullet had hit it, leaving him without a terrible wound and no evidence.
Seymour cursed and threw his hat to the floor, then he looked up to his star. The black star that he knew belonged to him, and held out as if trying to grab it.
"Will I never grab hold of you? I'll never get paid any som if this keeps up." He mused before putting his hat back on, pulling it over his head and heading back to the station.
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