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capeandcowllogs2012-08-16 09:18 pm
enigmaestro) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-16 09:18 pm
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An actor in number, demon in a languge and reorganized
WHO: EDWARD NYGMA and ERIDAN AMPORA
WHERE: Eddie's warehouse by the docks.
WHEN: Late evening, 8/15th.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sometime after this exchange, Edward hunts down Eridan. It goes as well as one might expect.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The heat sizzled the streets under his feet as he walked to his warehouse. Walked, from five blocks back, where the taxi cab had delivered him. Walked, because he wanted to leave as little obvious evidence as possible. Anger over Eridan's audacity electrified his veins, blood pounded through them with each and every step. Seagulls cried from their swoops above the docks, and warmth colored Eddie's jacketless back as seasalted air punctured his lungs. The sun was setting.
They had made this more complicated than it had to be, and he recognized that. There were too many variables in this equation, they had grown like mold under soggy rags or unattended cheese. Too many webs woven. Edward needed to eradicate the complication, to simplify and recreate something more elegant.
He was going to stop Eridan Ampora.
The waves of the Atlantic Ocean lapped softly against the limited shore. Water rushed against crusted wood, lumber that had spent decades in an unending tango with the sea. The sounds fell silently against his ears -- he was focused on one thing, and one thing only.
"Eridan Ampora!" Eddie pulled his revolver from his pocket. "Let's make this quick, shall we?"
WHERE: Eddie's warehouse by the docks.
WHEN: Late evening, 8/15th.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sometime after this exchange, Edward hunts down Eridan. It goes as well as one might expect.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The heat sizzled the streets under his feet as he walked to his warehouse. Walked, from five blocks back, where the taxi cab had delivered him. Walked, because he wanted to leave as little obvious evidence as possible. Anger over Eridan's audacity electrified his veins, blood pounded through them with each and every step. Seagulls cried from their swoops above the docks, and warmth colored Eddie's jacketless back as seasalted air punctured his lungs. The sun was setting.
They had made this more complicated than it had to be, and he recognized that. There were too many variables in this equation, they had grown like mold under soggy rags or unattended cheese. Too many webs woven. Edward needed to eradicate the complication, to simplify and recreate something more elegant.
He was going to stop Eridan Ampora.
The waves of the Atlantic Ocean lapped softly against the limited shore. Water rushed against crusted wood, lumber that had spent decades in an unending tango with the sea. The sounds fell silently against his ears -- he was focused on one thing, and one thing only.
"Eridan Ampora!" Eddie pulled his revolver from his pocket. "Let's make this quick, shall we?"