Post by Akbar Le Grey on Sept 7, 2005 5:07:32 GMT -5
NOTE: This isn't a new chapter. It's a continuation of the last one.
PJ pulled Sam out of the hotel room and lead him to the elevator. The half-asleep Australian yawned, much to the surprise of the lift operator, who’d thought he was a dummy. As they slowly descended, the lift operator found himself afraid of the tall man wearing the pinstriped suit that lead the would-be dummy. As they walked out the doors onto the ground floor, he breathed a sigh. Unnoticed, a tissue wrapped around something circular had fallen out of the man’s pocket. Inquisitively, he opened it. There was an eyeball inside. The lift operator fainted.
-------
PJ and BSam walked out of the hotel. PJ suddenly snapped at BSam:
“Why’d you sleep late? We have a meeting in…”he paused to check his rather extravagant watch, “15 minutes! Ack!”
“Chill, dude. We have time.” Replied BSam lazily.
Grabbing him by the shirt collar, PJ ran with BSam to the subway station.
Then they encountered the machine. The subway ticket machine.
What ensued was the sort of thing The New York Times prudently called “an incident”.
PJ had been unable to understand the machine, so he’d started to kick it. BSam had meanwhile struck up a conversation with the assistant, and they went out to lunch.
Arriving an hour later, the police found a broken ticket machine and an exhausted, but still aggressive, PJ.
--------
As his computer broke the news to him, Tragedy swore. It’d take days to find BSam again. He threw an expensive Italian shoe out the window, breaking the glass with a loud shattering sound.
Then he remembered the detectors in the rings. He smiled, a malicious grin, which made the sparrow on his windowsill have a heart attack.
------------------------
PJ pulled Sam out of the hotel room and lead him to the elevator. The half-asleep Australian yawned, much to the surprise of the lift operator, who’d thought he was a dummy. As they slowly descended, the lift operator found himself afraid of the tall man wearing the pinstriped suit that lead the would-be dummy. As they walked out the doors onto the ground floor, he breathed a sigh. Unnoticed, a tissue wrapped around something circular had fallen out of the man’s pocket. Inquisitively, he opened it. There was an eyeball inside. The lift operator fainted.
-------
PJ and BSam walked out of the hotel. PJ suddenly snapped at BSam:
“Why’d you sleep late? We have a meeting in…”he paused to check his rather extravagant watch, “15 minutes! Ack!”
“Chill, dude. We have time.” Replied BSam lazily.
Grabbing him by the shirt collar, PJ ran with BSam to the subway station.
Then they encountered the machine. The subway ticket machine.
What ensued was the sort of thing The New York Times prudently called “an incident”.
PJ had been unable to understand the machine, so he’d started to kick it. BSam had meanwhile struck up a conversation with the assistant, and they went out to lunch.
Arriving an hour later, the police found a broken ticket machine and an exhausted, but still aggressive, PJ.
--------
As his computer broke the news to him, Tragedy swore. It’d take days to find BSam again. He threw an expensive Italian shoe out the window, breaking the glass with a loud shattering sound.
Then he remembered the detectors in the rings. He smiled, a malicious grin, which made the sparrow on his windowsill have a heart attack.
------------------------