Post by theprinceofpunk on Jun 24, 2008 12:31:21 GMT
The house was a musty old one. People crowded around it, leaning on the walls, smoking, drinking, chatting, chuckling. Police passed by the neighborhood every day, watching this house. Too bad they didn't have a warrant, huh? It wasn't a bar. It wasn't a hangout. It was someplace much, much, much more important. It was freedom. It was 10cc's of freedom.
Unchattily, the Manhattan Wolf, Mr. Punk, Mr. Hunnigan himself walked into this remote area casually, shadowed by the much taller, stronger-looking men. He shoved the door with one open palm, which opened with a loud...
[shadow=red,left,300]CREEEEEEEEEEEEAK![/shadow]
Punk's eye twitched as he heard the drawn out creaking offend his ears, and he shook his head annoyedly as he stepped into the house filled to the brim with people. He nodded at a few that he recogized, working his way up the stairs with an astounding lack of caution, his eyebrow raising at a few people that were very unusual, probably trippin'. He admired the many posters and pictures of various rockstars, included, but not limited to, Ozzy Osbourne, Dio, Kurt Cobain, Nikki Sixx, and all the members of Alice In Chains. He smirked as he saw a large poster of Ozzy Osbourne on the door he wanted, opening it, careful not to touch the poster. The man sitting in a desk, head down, suddenly raised his head, pistol close to his hand. After recognizing Punk, he moved his hand back to his lap and acknowleged him.
Unchattily, the Manhattan Wolf, Mr. Punk, Mr. Hunnigan himself walked into this remote area casually, shadowed by the much taller, stronger-looking men. He shoved the door with one open palm, which opened with a loud...
[shadow=red,left,300]CREEEEEEEEEEEEAK![/shadow]
Punk's eye twitched as he heard the drawn out creaking offend his ears, and he shook his head annoyedly as he stepped into the house filled to the brim with people. He nodded at a few that he recogized, working his way up the stairs with an astounding lack of caution, his eyebrow raising at a few people that were very unusual, probably trippin'. He admired the many posters and pictures of various rockstars, included, but not limited to, Ozzy Osbourne, Dio, Kurt Cobain, Nikki Sixx, and all the members of Alice In Chains. He smirked as he saw a large poster of Ozzy Osbourne on the door he wanted, opening it, careful not to touch the poster. The man sitting in a desk, head down, suddenly raised his head, pistol close to his hand. After recognizing Punk, he moved his hand back to his lap and acknowleged him.
"The usual, than?"
"5ccs of heroin, 5ccs of cocaine."
"Aye, 10cc's of freedom."
"10cc's are freedom."
"10cc Freedom... I like it."
Punk reached cautiously into his back pocket and lifted his wallet out of it, the dealer taking his order and giving it to him as Punk handed him some money. Punk slowly backed out the door, the shadows falling recklessly on him as he made his way out of the house with a smug smile on his face.
He was on his way to total liberation. Complete freedom.
EoT
((OOC: Feedback please?))[/center]