Post by Dameon 'Nex' Gerasimos on Jul 23, 2014 17:37:35 GMT
The self proclaimed leader of the Dust Collection Agency walked down the halls of the local prison. He was escorted by nearly half a dozen Scythe Collectors and four police officers who led the way through the dark cells many were kept in. "We had to close off access to the next section. He would just taunt the prisoners all day, everyone was uneasy." A rather pudgy police officer said as he reached for a key to unlock the next area. With a quick turn of the key the door clicked opened, allowing entrance into the room of about a dozen empty jail cells.
The police officers wouldn't go in at first, they just stood in the way of the Collectors as they tried to gain the courage to go through. "What's the problem?" Hale asked, his gruff voice catching the police officer's attention.
"Nothing, sir..." The pudgy officer explained, "B-But you see, well, it's just..."
"Unless you start moving I'll make sure you and him have plenty of time to chat about the problems between you two." Those words were enough to stir the police officers forward into the darker room. As they walked forward there began to be a like humming sound, Hale recognized it as a bastardized version of a nursery rhyme that mothers often sang to their children.
"You know..." A voice came from the end of the hall, "I've been thinking about the marital problems you've been having lately, Pudgy. S-so you know how my brain works, that when a good friend of mine is having problems I just try my best to think about all the possible scenarios as to why that would be. So the old lady doesn't want to see you naked anymore and so my first thought as to why she wouldn't want to see a devilishly handsome man such as yourself naked would HAVE to be the fact she's cheating on you. Of course my second thought was that I remembered you are actually kinda an ugly fuck, so I imagine she is afraid that seeing you naked will melt her face off or something. Of course after that thought I remembered you didn't just wake up being ugly, I mean, she had to know what she was getting into there, so at THAT point I concluded she IS probably cheating on you. Does she work? Bitch is probably being screwed by her boss."
The Collectors and Police Officer continued to approach the cell and the lack of response from the police officers caused the man in the cell to shift his gaze from the prison walls and towards the group, "H-Hey, what the hell?" The man hissed as he brushed the long hair away from his eyes, "Who are all these guys? What's going on? I've been good, you know I have, really there's no need for such a violent circumstance. I was only joking when I suggested your wife was finding solace with another man, or woman! WHICHEVER I WAS FUCKIN' JOKIN' GODDAMMIT!"
"Stop your senseless babbling..." Hale commanded as the police officer stepped aside for Hale to walk past them. Hale examined the man in the cell - his shirtless torso was caked in filth, his hair greasy and tangling into dreadlocks but overall his seemed shockingly fit for someone who had been kept locked up for all these years. Evidently he had kept himself busy throughout the day. "Do you recognize me?"
"Hm?" The man questioned as he looked towards the older man, "Well hold on a second, let me get my glasses, I'm as blind as a bat these days." The man grabbed a thin shard of glass and pressed it against his eye, stepping slowly towards the older man. The only thing Hale wanted to know was how he got the glass, "Oh yes! That's better. You were Third of the Third all those years ago, right?"
"That was a good many years ago, Dameon Gerasimos." Hale responded in his same cold voice as usual, "It's First of First now."
Dameon face actually was shocked by this and perhaps he thought that Hale was joking with him, but the man's cold face proved Dameon wrong. "Well shit, my King, I'm pleased for someone as powerful as you to come visit me. What do you wish of me?"
"We're in need of your skill set. We're restoring the integrity of the Dust Collection Agency and we have many Agencies that disagree with this sort of action."
Dameon's face seemed to light up in joy from this, "What you're saying is you wish... for me to kill again?"
"Yes," Hale nodded, "We'll supply you with all the resources you'll need-"
"All I'll need is a dozen men, a picture for each person you want dead and an apartment with a seaside view." Dameon answered, it took nearly everything in him not to bounce in excitement. "A-Also I want my knife back. I need that knife, otherwise I can't kill. Not in the artistic way I want..."
"You'll have all you need." Hale repeated before glancing at the police officers, "Release him." The officers gave each other a wary look before going about doing so. They unlocked the cell before unlocking two sets of handcuffs, one normal and the other that kept him from using his powers. Upon being freed from his constraints he walked out, turning to face Hale and giving smile.
"Could I just have like, five minutes to say goodbye? I've lived nearly five year in this cell. I would shit in that corner, piss in the other, that corner over there was my happy time, you know the one with the stick girl sketched on the wall. Ah, it took five nails and a lot of tears to make Sally. I'm gonna miss that sexy bitch."
"We're leaving now." Hale said simply while turning on his heels.
"Well she always whined a lot, not even gonna miss her!" Dameon exclaimed as he followed Hale, stopping at the pudgy officer who was doing his best to remain strong in the face of a man he feared. Dameon stopped, turned towards him and put his hands on his shoulder, "Don't worry, Pudgy. I'll make sure that cheating wife of yours gets what's coming to her. I promise you, man. From best friend to best friend and-oh, gods, stop, don't cry man, stop. We'll see each other soon, I promise." Dameon pulled the man into a hug and the larger man was crying like a child, out of fear of course, "Stay strong, soldier. Stay strong."
With that he turned around and wrapped his arms around two Collectors, "Let's go boys, we've got a job to do!"
The police officers wouldn't go in at first, they just stood in the way of the Collectors as they tried to gain the courage to go through. "What's the problem?" Hale asked, his gruff voice catching the police officer's attention.
"Nothing, sir..." The pudgy officer explained, "B-But you see, well, it's just..."
"Unless you start moving I'll make sure you and him have plenty of time to chat about the problems between you two." Those words were enough to stir the police officers forward into the darker room. As they walked forward there began to be a like humming sound, Hale recognized it as a bastardized version of a nursery rhyme that mothers often sang to their children.
"You know..." A voice came from the end of the hall, "I've been thinking about the marital problems you've been having lately, Pudgy. S-so you know how my brain works, that when a good friend of mine is having problems I just try my best to think about all the possible scenarios as to why that would be. So the old lady doesn't want to see you naked anymore and so my first thought as to why she wouldn't want to see a devilishly handsome man such as yourself naked would HAVE to be the fact she's cheating on you. Of course my second thought was that I remembered you are actually kinda an ugly fuck, so I imagine she is afraid that seeing you naked will melt her face off or something. Of course after that thought I remembered you didn't just wake up being ugly, I mean, she had to know what she was getting into there, so at THAT point I concluded she IS probably cheating on you. Does she work? Bitch is probably being screwed by her boss."
The Collectors and Police Officer continued to approach the cell and the lack of response from the police officers caused the man in the cell to shift his gaze from the prison walls and towards the group, "H-Hey, what the hell?" The man hissed as he brushed the long hair away from his eyes, "Who are all these guys? What's going on? I've been good, you know I have, really there's no need for such a violent circumstance. I was only joking when I suggested your wife was finding solace with another man, or woman! WHICHEVER I WAS FUCKIN' JOKIN' GODDAMMIT!"
"Stop your senseless babbling..." Hale commanded as the police officer stepped aside for Hale to walk past them. Hale examined the man in the cell - his shirtless torso was caked in filth, his hair greasy and tangling into dreadlocks but overall his seemed shockingly fit for someone who had been kept locked up for all these years. Evidently he had kept himself busy throughout the day. "Do you recognize me?"
"Hm?" The man questioned as he looked towards the older man, "Well hold on a second, let me get my glasses, I'm as blind as a bat these days." The man grabbed a thin shard of glass and pressed it against his eye, stepping slowly towards the older man. The only thing Hale wanted to know was how he got the glass, "Oh yes! That's better. You were Third of the Third all those years ago, right?"
"That was a good many years ago, Dameon Gerasimos." Hale responded in his same cold voice as usual, "It's First of First now."
Dameon face actually was shocked by this and perhaps he thought that Hale was joking with him, but the man's cold face proved Dameon wrong. "Well shit, my King, I'm pleased for someone as powerful as you to come visit me. What do you wish of me?"
"We're in need of your skill set. We're restoring the integrity of the Dust Collection Agency and we have many Agencies that disagree with this sort of action."
Dameon's face seemed to light up in joy from this, "What you're saying is you wish... for me to kill again?"
"Yes," Hale nodded, "We'll supply you with all the resources you'll need-"
"All I'll need is a dozen men, a picture for each person you want dead and an apartment with a seaside view." Dameon answered, it took nearly everything in him not to bounce in excitement. "A-Also I want my knife back. I need that knife, otherwise I can't kill. Not in the artistic way I want..."
"You'll have all you need." Hale repeated before glancing at the police officers, "Release him." The officers gave each other a wary look before going about doing so. They unlocked the cell before unlocking two sets of handcuffs, one normal and the other that kept him from using his powers. Upon being freed from his constraints he walked out, turning to face Hale and giving smile.
"Could I just have like, five minutes to say goodbye? I've lived nearly five year in this cell. I would shit in that corner, piss in the other, that corner over there was my happy time, you know the one with the stick girl sketched on the wall. Ah, it took five nails and a lot of tears to make Sally. I'm gonna miss that sexy bitch."
"We're leaving now." Hale said simply while turning on his heels.
"Well she always whined a lot, not even gonna miss her!" Dameon exclaimed as he followed Hale, stopping at the pudgy officer who was doing his best to remain strong in the face of a man he feared. Dameon stopped, turned towards him and put his hands on his shoulder, "Don't worry, Pudgy. I'll make sure that cheating wife of yours gets what's coming to her. I promise you, man. From best friend to best friend and-oh, gods, stop, don't cry man, stop. We'll see each other soon, I promise." Dameon pulled the man into a hug and the larger man was crying like a child, out of fear of course, "Stay strong, soldier. Stay strong."
With that he turned around and wrapped his arms around two Collectors, "Let's go boys, we've got a job to do!"
