Post by DANIEL ILIAD WILCOX on Jan 11, 2012 20:20:20 GMT -5
dearly b eloved a r e y o u l i s t e n i n g
i can't remember a word that you were saying
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| [atrb=width,240] what a boring and monotonous fit of a day. first there was the whole ordeal of listening to this woman carry on and on in tears about how she desperately needed food for her three children and herself. he was surprised how long he let it go on before simple giving the go ahead to one of his followers to off her and make her silent. he had taken up mal's badge, an earlier theft that was for play, and took it upon himself to be named his own style of sheriff, demanding his personal form of order. let the leader be the mayor, he'd take the secondary command as sheriff as his own, that and he did rape the good ol' sheriff's girl right in front of him. the thought back to the faithful moment and day still brought a smirk to his lips, always recalling that he did best that oaf once before, and if given the opportunity he wouldn't shy away from doing it again. dan pulled out his pack of reds, giving it a pat, then withdrawing a single smoke. he popped it in then flared up his zippo lighter, giving a burn to the end that lit brighter as he inhaled the first drag of a fresh cigarette. he leaned back further in the seat he had, becoming more adjusted to it as well as finding a cozy place in what was now 'his'. this office, the building, he claimed it as his own by taking a seat and playing off like he had owned and operated it all along. he kicked his feet up on the desk and rested back, taking it upon himself to practice the most vital of sheriff duties; sitting on your ass and doing nothing but whatever. even back in his times as a celebrity he found himself being moved so frequently to different places all over that he couldn't find a shred of time to focus on himself. it was always the band, a song, a press conference, a photo shoot, a contracting meeting, always something going on. it was maddening to say the least. the movement to take over this town was an opportunity in dan's eyes, one that would benefit the group of inmates as the leader saw it, dan voicing his opinion openly at the right hand of him to agree it would be a wise move. much more resources, townspeople to enslave and make into their own workers, wider range, wall for protection, it was a mecca that they were fools not to go about stealing sooner. still, watching the havoc of the night they took over was a beautiful sight. buildings afire, corpses in the streets, women raped against walls, blood splattered along windows. it was an anarchists paradise; complete and utter chaos without the will or intent to let up. dan's eyes were glued to the ceiling as he gave more to this thought, working over just how much they could take and handle while operating this town. he did, after all, have his sights set on another place that might've been quite the area to explore: las vegas. the sound of the door opening barely made it to his ears, still focused deeply in his thoughts instead of trying to concentrate on what could be better to claim. if they wanted, as it was fairly possible now, they could very well take it all over. all of it being the world...the existing one anyway. | [atrb=width,100] |
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