Running running running run leap land. Call out then shoot. Dodge plead run leap fall. Run leap land look. SAFE sorry. Call out. Look sad goodbye. Drop.
Hello. Hi. Sorry. Stop. No. Can we talk sometime I miss you. I do not know I remember. I remember. Why? I am sorry so so sorry. Please please. Yes. Hello. Hello. (embrace) (fade) (end)
Here’s what I produced over the weekend. I’m really into drawing on bright paper lately, and I am LOVING my new white Sharpie extra fine point oil paint markers.
Snatch and Grab (cont.)
His eyes bulged out with fear, to which the little girl returned with a look of confusion. Nothing in the ball would have been necessarily lethal, but it would most definitely hurt both of them being that close to the blast, not to mention the temporary blindness and loss of hearing it was designed to cause. Alex knew that he very much needed his vision and hearing to make it out alive.
Not wanting to unnecessarily harm any innocents, especially a small child, Alex ripped the ball from her hand, threw it hard towards the middle of the room, and jumped on top of the girl, shielding her eyes and ears. His training had taught him differently. According to his lessons, the better course of action would have been to leave the girl alone, and make the quicker, possibly more safe route by jumping over the counter and using that as a shield. Who knows, he might have been able to make a grab and take out the receptionist in one shot, if he was lucky. He couldn’t do it though. Everything in his heart told him to save the kid, even while his mind raged at him for not making the more tactically sound choice.
“I’m so sorry,” He yelled at her as he jumped on top, “just don’t look at the light!”
The explosive went off, releasing a incredibly white, blinding light along with a sound that would be right at home in the middle of a war.
Alex knew he would need to readjust the plan…just a tad.
Not to be outdone by two aides who each did a pair of pull-ups, Obama does three before stepping out to address a crowd at the University of Montana.
I love my president.
Snatch and Grab (cont.)
Alex took a deep breath and started his plan. He reached into his right pocket while checking his left. He removed his hand and looked at the golf ball sized black sphere. It had some decent weight for its size, and considering the wiring and light explosive inside, it was not surprising. Alex pressed down the small button and walked towards the desk. At about halfway, he released the button and discreetly dropped it behind the planter near a pillar.
He had one minute. He walked up to the desk and got the attention of the clerk on duty.
“Excuse me, could you get a deposit box for me? Number 1138a”
Thirty seconds.
“Right away,” she responded curty. ”Password please”
“Alpha56”
“One moment, let me check.”
The clerk checked the password then turned to head towards the vault. The dummy deposit box was set up for him as a diversion. He needed to get in the vault to the real objective, and he would never be able to get past the extra security they set up for people asking about it.
Fifteen seconds. Alex reached into his pocket to grab his other tool, when he felt a light tugging on his arm sleve.
Ten seconds. A small girl, no more than five or six was looking up at him with an innocent look in her eyes and something in her hand.
Five seconds
“Excuse me mister, but I think you dropped your ball.”
She held the distraction bomb in her hand.
Snatch and Grab
An attempt to use a previous dream of mine as a starting point for a story. ( see corresponding post: http://wwwebb.tumblr.com/post/141529110/possible-future-story-idea ) For the time being, I like the general plot I have going, though I will probably end up changing the title. Like “Heat”, I will be posting chunks of this story as I write them.
Alex stepped through the doorway of the building, instinctively surveying the room and checking the ceilings for cameras. Both were out of pure habit. For the former, he had already studied the available floor plans for the building. The latter did not matter: there would be little chance of pulling off a job like this without someone noticing anyway.
The room was wide open, with four columns spread evenly across the floor, and the occasional desk and chair set along the walls. The front desk lay directly across the foyer from the doorway and his goal, the vault, was just behind and to the right of the desk. He noticed a few civilians walking around the building, and even gave one a smile as he walked in. The two security guards that were posted gave him a bit more than a passing glance, but ultimately decided he was no threat. His black hoodie and light track pants were certainly unusual for most of those in the city, but the right of dressing how you pleased was not outlawed…yet.
The Teenage Crybaby
Teenagers… I’m one of them but I do not come even close to the personality criteria required to be a teenager. To be a teenager, you have to be annoying as shit, you have to hate your parents, you have to be a poser, you have to do bad in school, and you have to be a crybaby. I am none of the above. I come to school daily to witness the life of these magnificent creatures. When I asked a teenage classmate what he was doing after the teacher left, he replied, “I’m getting the hell out of here.” It is clear to me that this teenager just doesn’t seem to care about school. Earlier in the day, I see an emo goth teenager. I walk up to him and ask him how’s life, he replied, “what the fuck do you think.” I wasn’t surprised by the answer because people who used myspace made accusations that the goth emo kid posted video of him making out with his boyfriend and threatening his life.
My analysis has confirmed that teenagers don’t know shit about what’s going on. (I think somebody just broke into my house… I’ll go check it out… okay, it’s nothing… back to writing) They have no idea the control they have over their future. I guess they just don’t give a shit.
A perfect example is when a NY teen torches his BMW just because he “doesn’t like it”. I don’t even own a car so this little punk should be fortunate that he has one. As I was saying, He set fire to a 1992 BMW, which to me seems like a perfectly good vehicle. This little punk is an idiot, just like all teenagers. My analysis is done here, have a good day.
