Post by Garfield Lynns on Mar 30, 2010 9:03:14 GMT -5
The fire Garfield lynns’ flamethrower produced cast ghastly shadows against the wall that furiously danced as the screams of the fleeing museum visitors grew more and more distant. He cast a glance over his shoulder, wondering whether it was only their voices he was hearing now. It made him feel at ease to feel as if he were finally alone as he walked alongside a row of paintings on the wall, looking for the one he’d been hired to steal and torching the ones that he found artistic differences with. It was amazing what some people would pay for, what the public considered valuable. He passed one painting that looked as if it could have easily been copied and improved upon by a first grader. Modern art, my ass[/color], he thought as he blasted it with his gun before bidding it good riddance with a mocking salute. They could call it a public service, his own little donation to the Gotham City art community.
As he came to a stop in front of the piece he was looking for, the man frowned beneath his fireproof helmet as something unsettling dawned on him. This was only the second time he had ever visited an art museum in his lifetime and here he was torching it. It didn’t seem like behavior very becoming of someone who one day hoped to be rich enough to own a few of these works. [black]“Oh well”[/black] he mumbled with resignation, the sound of his voice slightly obscured by his suit as he proceeded to remove the painting from the wall. Taking off the frame, the man callously threw it aside and tucked what remained beneath his arm. He hadn’t been paid to carry off any more than that and the frame itself weighed him down more than he cared to admit. Maybe I oughta start doing some weight training next week, the man mentally told himself as he turned in the direction of one of the emergency exits to leave. Time was of the essence, after all. One never did know how quickly the police would respond and he didn’t care to stick around long enough to find out.
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As he came to a stop in front of the piece he was looking for, the man frowned beneath his fireproof helmet as something unsettling dawned on him. This was only the second time he had ever visited an art museum in his lifetime and here he was torching it. It didn’t seem like behavior very becoming of someone who one day hoped to be rich enough to own a few of these works. [black]“Oh well”[/black] he mumbled with resignation, the sound of his voice slightly obscured by his suit as he proceeded to remove the painting from the wall. Taking off the frame, the man callously threw it aside and tucked what remained beneath his arm. He hadn’t been paid to carry off any more than that and the frame itself weighed him down more than he cared to admit. Maybe I oughta start doing some weight training next week, the man mentally told himself as he turned in the direction of one of the emergency exits to leave. Time was of the essence, after all. One never did know how quickly the police would respond and he didn’t care to stick around long enough to find out.
tag: Anyone who would like to join me, i'm not picky.
outfit: Click!