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capeandcowllogs2009-08-03 02:36 am
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Breathes without air, broken without bones.
WHO: Tony Stark and Edward Nygma.
WHERE: The streets of the City.
WHEN: 8/2; eight o’clock.
WARNINGS: Jerks being jerks and inciting violence.
SUMMARY: Edward and Tony, Greed and Lust respectively, are out for an evening stroll. They’re keen to discuss politics, society, and generally obliterate the lives of innocents.
FORMAT: It’d be a sin to spoil it.
A sleek figure leaned against the brick wall of an abandoned building, something that once was the house of a family. Merely hours ago, in fact. The warm home of the Sullivans’—husband, wife, two children and a dog—bright and welcoming and cozy. Until three burglars broke into this happy home midday. Seeking electronics. Television, radio, ipods, anything, they just wanted it. Needed it.
Two bullets to take down the father. The mother was protecting her youngest. Broken neck. Hammer to the boy’s head. Three bullets to the dog, one was unnecessary.
The oldest son lived, of course. And why shouldn’t he?
He was the third and final burglar.
Yes, Greed can incite the worst in people. Me, me, me, mine, mine, mine. All of it. Everything. Power, knowledge, truth. Love. Resources. Crude materials. Want, want, take. No boundaries, no morals—and such chaos over the smallest of things—it was all very disturbing. Very uncontrollable. Sheer magnificence.
That slim cut of a man leaning against this skeleton of a tragedy sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets to retrieve a cigarette and a lighter. He flipped it on with his thumb, smirking as the flame ignited his craving.
“Brother Lust. You’re late,” said Edward Nygma as smoke crawled from his smiling mouth. “You’re lucky I’m a forgiving creature. Now. Shall we?”
WHERE: The streets of the City.
WHEN: 8/2; eight o’clock.
WARNINGS: Jerks being jerks and inciting violence.
SUMMARY: Edward and Tony, Greed and Lust respectively, are out for an evening stroll. They’re keen to discuss politics, society, and generally obliterate the lives of innocents.
FORMAT: It’d be a sin to spoil it.
A sleek figure leaned against the brick wall of an abandoned building, something that once was the house of a family. Merely hours ago, in fact. The warm home of the Sullivans’—husband, wife, two children and a dog—bright and welcoming and cozy. Until three burglars broke into this happy home midday. Seeking electronics. Television, radio, ipods, anything, they just wanted it. Needed it.
Two bullets to take down the father. The mother was protecting her youngest. Broken neck. Hammer to the boy’s head. Three bullets to the dog, one was unnecessary.
The oldest son lived, of course. And why shouldn’t he?
He was the third and final burglar.
Yes, Greed can incite the worst in people. Me, me, me, mine, mine, mine. All of it. Everything. Power, knowledge, truth. Love. Resources. Crude materials. Want, want, take. No boundaries, no morals—and such chaos over the smallest of things—it was all very disturbing. Very uncontrollable. Sheer magnificence.
That slim cut of a man leaning against this skeleton of a tragedy sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets to retrieve a cigarette and a lighter. He flipped it on with his thumb, smirking as the flame ignited his craving.
“Brother Lust. You’re late,” said Edward Nygma as smoke crawled from his smiling mouth. “You’re lucky I’m a forgiving creature. Now. Shall we?”