Post by Mammon on Nov 27, 2016 15:18:57 GMT
The city stood tall growing out of the landscape like the finger of god, the towers of concrete and steel rising up and high and shimmering with man's declaration, while the underground grew out of the cracked side walk like the gap-toothed grin of an old prize fighter. The sole splash of colour in the grime came from the lurid graffiti the roads stretched out between the buildings stricken with the cracks and the marks of neglect. From each lined entryway came the chopfallen stares of men and ladies in their portable cardboard homes. From higher windows came the boom of sub-culture music. The /Ladies of the night/ roamed the streets in their provocative outfits and high heels searching for work, their drug-addled bodies as skinny as pins, their cheekbones jutting out through pallid skin.
"So that's when I tell him, no that's your wife." the laughter could be heard, it started from a group of youths gathered around a horned man in bedazzled coat, he had drooping grey hair a pale complexion with a thin line of a mouth curving up at the corner's in a knowing smile. He indulged in the small talk telling jokes making people laugh as he moved down the sidewalk, he had more or less latched himself to the group his arm sliding out over a passerby all but forcing them around and towards the direction he was walking, sure they had at first said 'Get off me! Who do you think you are?' that was of course all before he reached out and tweaked their nose breaking it with a simple flick of his hand, now the conversation sounded like 'Ahhhhhh! My nose, please leave me alone, I have a wife and kids'. He slapped them on the back tilted back his head and laughed it was not the unravelled cackling of a mad man but a short curt thing like that of a joke shared between friends. "You've been great fellas, but I must be off if you'll excuse me."
He found himself in a line outside a club, a line of youth stretching out as far as the eye could see at the end of the throng stood a surly man dressed all in black, a pair of dark sunglasses hanging on his nose he'd mumble remove the velvet rope and allow people forward or throw them back. The horned man simply moved forward like a bulldozer driven by an uncaring construction worker through a picket fence of protesters, people bounced off him as he moved up towards the man and with his best smile he said. "Thanks for saving my spot." And simply pushed his hand forward and tossed him to the ground with a 'THUD'. "No don't get up on my account, I'll open the door for myself." He entered with a 'CRASH' the doors flung against their hinges the frame bending at their apex.
He moved past the stunned individuals a few looking towards him with a puzzled expression, the strobe lights flickering back and forth bouncing their multicoloured images off the wall and to slide over the people in garish displays of light and sound, Mammon however strode purposely towards the back of the room where none but the workers and the most treasured of guests may go and in Mammon's opinion he was the greatest treasure of all, and so with a far softer hand he opened the door and stepped in side to be met face to face with the barrel of a gun and broad shouldered man holding it he had a closed shaved head, his bulk all but bursting out from his suit like an enterprising ring leader had shaved and stuffed a gorilla into a suit, and this is what its big brother would have looked like.
"Hi!" Called the demon treating him with his award winning smile, and with a 'ratta tat tat' the gun sounded off its opinion of his smile. The pellets fell to the ground in small piles their shells discarded and lodging themselves in Mammon's suit. He shook himself the rounds of bullets sliding off him and down onto the ground their heads smashed in with tiny hammers of force. "May I look at that?" He asked it wasn't the type of question that got a reply nor did he wait from one, he simply reached out and took the gun all but snapping the man's arm. He turned it over in his hands looking it over with a look that said he didn't get what all the fuss was about. "This is well made, you must excuse me I don't get to see many /foreign nick knacks/ where I come from, but I think I get how it works." He pressed his hand into the large mans chest knocking him back with the force of a slow moving train against a slower moving pigeon.
"Now." He all but crooned before turning the gun on the open room, leaving it low and sweeping taking the feet from anyone inside. 'THUMP' 'THUMP' 'THUMP' the gun called the flashing light framing the room in abject terror like a snapshot of a nightmare it catching those inside mid scream. He walked forward sat down with a wheeze from a lounge and turned to look down upon the carnage he had wrought, men and women were sprawled out on the floor not dead nor dying simply in pain. "Does it cost an arm and a leg to get service around here." And he propped his leg's up on a table and sat.
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"So that's when I tell him, no that's your wife." the laughter could be heard, it started from a group of youths gathered around a horned man in bedazzled coat, he had drooping grey hair a pale complexion with a thin line of a mouth curving up at the corner's in a knowing smile. He indulged in the small talk telling jokes making people laugh as he moved down the sidewalk, he had more or less latched himself to the group his arm sliding out over a passerby all but forcing them around and towards the direction he was walking, sure they had at first said 'Get off me! Who do you think you are?' that was of course all before he reached out and tweaked their nose breaking it with a simple flick of his hand, now the conversation sounded like 'Ahhhhhh! My nose, please leave me alone, I have a wife and kids'. He slapped them on the back tilted back his head and laughed it was not the unravelled cackling of a mad man but a short curt thing like that of a joke shared between friends. "You've been great fellas, but I must be off if you'll excuse me."
He found himself in a line outside a club, a line of youth stretching out as far as the eye could see at the end of the throng stood a surly man dressed all in black, a pair of dark sunglasses hanging on his nose he'd mumble remove the velvet rope and allow people forward or throw them back. The horned man simply moved forward like a bulldozer driven by an uncaring construction worker through a picket fence of protesters, people bounced off him as he moved up towards the man and with his best smile he said. "Thanks for saving my spot." And simply pushed his hand forward and tossed him to the ground with a 'THUD'. "No don't get up on my account, I'll open the door for myself." He entered with a 'CRASH' the doors flung against their hinges the frame bending at their apex.
He moved past the stunned individuals a few looking towards him with a puzzled expression, the strobe lights flickering back and forth bouncing their multicoloured images off the wall and to slide over the people in garish displays of light and sound, Mammon however strode purposely towards the back of the room where none but the workers and the most treasured of guests may go and in Mammon's opinion he was the greatest treasure of all, and so with a far softer hand he opened the door and stepped in side to be met face to face with the barrel of a gun and broad shouldered man holding it he had a closed shaved head, his bulk all but bursting out from his suit like an enterprising ring leader had shaved and stuffed a gorilla into a suit, and this is what its big brother would have looked like.
"Hi!" Called the demon treating him with his award winning smile, and with a 'ratta tat tat' the gun sounded off its opinion of his smile. The pellets fell to the ground in small piles their shells discarded and lodging themselves in Mammon's suit. He shook himself the rounds of bullets sliding off him and down onto the ground their heads smashed in with tiny hammers of force. "May I look at that?" He asked it wasn't the type of question that got a reply nor did he wait from one, he simply reached out and took the gun all but snapping the man's arm. He turned it over in his hands looking it over with a look that said he didn't get what all the fuss was about. "This is well made, you must excuse me I don't get to see many /foreign nick knacks/ where I come from, but I think I get how it works." He pressed his hand into the large mans chest knocking him back with the force of a slow moving train against a slower moving pigeon.
"Now." He all but crooned before turning the gun on the open room, leaving it low and sweeping taking the feet from anyone inside. 'THUMP' 'THUMP' 'THUMP' the gun called the flashing light framing the room in abject terror like a snapshot of a nightmare it catching those inside mid scream. He walked forward sat down with a wheeze from a lounge and turned to look down upon the carnage he had wrought, men and women were sprawled out on the floor not dead nor dying simply in pain. "Does it cost an arm and a leg to get service around here." And he propped his leg's up on a table and sat.