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Angels & Demons (not the movie)
Date: 2011-10-24 04:30 am (UTC)Re: Angels & Demons (not the movie)
Date: 2011-10-24 05:58 am (UTC)Re: Angels & Demons (not the movie)
Date: 2011-11-23 11:49 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD (this is op)
Date: 2011-11-24 12:24 am (UTC)Black & White 1/?
Date: 2011-11-28 07:10 am (UTC)~~~
Pedro didn’t know why he had approached him in the first place.
He had been walking normally on the sidewalk; umbrella in hand and above head, avoiding the swirling puddles of water in the street that had ascended from the grey rainclouds from the night before. Everything is how it it’s supposed to be, Pedro had thought, and he looked around where he was going and shook his head. I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.
Because for some reason, some ridiculous absurd reason; Pedro had woken up that morning and felt a deep anxiety starting from the pit of his stomach to his toes. It was almost as if something exciting was about to occur even if he knew there practically wasn’t a chance of that happening. He hated feeling nervous like this and it rarely happened either, so it was frustrating for him to feel this way for no reason.
So with the nervous feeling still in his belly like a million butterflies he crossed to populated street to a darker corner of town; an area that always made him draw his coat in closer and yank his sleeves down to hide a certain vibrantly-coloured Chanel watch. It wasn’t horribly bad as some other areas of Paris (there was a reason why “pute” in French was invented) but then again to take a shortcut through the magnificent Parisian traffic he had the only option of going through here. Pedro sighed softly to himself and watched the people he was walking with separate off without him as he strayed into a dark alley, knowing full well he was tempting fate with a robbery or ambush; but continued on with a certain diligence. The pavement was wet beneath his feet and made a dull slapping sound echo off the brick walls with each step he took. In all reality it was a bit eerie and felt like that one Spiderman movie Vincent had dragged him to when they were in America, but again he shrugged it off and focused on reaching his destination unscathed, trying to keep his thoughts preoccupied with past memoirs that made his mouth curve up into a smile as he glanced down at his feet.
But when a sound came from behind him he suddenly frowned and almost stopped, still walking slowly but turning his head around to see if anyone was there. There wasn’t.
“Get a hold of yourself,” Pedro muttered to himself and shaking his head, but suddenly that anxious feeling was incidental. He was officially nervous.
Another crash came from behind him and he completely stopped, leaning onto the closest brick wall shadowed in a corner he could find to avoid from someone coming up behind him when he wasn’t looking. It was a good thing he did so because only as two figures came tumbling down the alley; shouting things in a language Pedro’d never heard before. One of them threw out a hand and made the other stumble into the wall and actually...hissed.
Then they came closer, the one hissing grabbing the other and yanking him to the ground even though Pedro could clearly see he was tinier than the other. He watched with a shadowed fascination, unsure if he should stop them or not. The one suddenly sat on top of the one he'd overpowered and pressed two twig-like arms into the cement above his head.
"Got you." He spoke loudly enough for Pedro to hear; a dark, oozing voice thick and richly flowing as black syrup. It echoed inhumanly around the enclosed space. Overhead it was growing mystically darker and Pedro thought he heard thunder in the distance. He couldn't be sure.
"Get off of me, you bastard." The larger one of the two growled, just as loudly but even Pedro could tell he was frightened. He watched the man grin, a shadowed teeth-baring grin that gave Pedro shivers.
"After I kill you I will." The man crooned, touching the other's face and making him flinch horribly. That did it for Pedro. He didn't plan on sitting back and watching two strange men become respectably murderers and victims right in front of him.
OP Here
Date: 2011-11-29 07:24 am (UTC)