I intended to sleep, but....obviously I had other plans..
here comes the next installment of that story...might be a bit shorter though, depends on....something.
By the time Dan had gone home for the night, the moon had risen well into the sky, though it didn't provide much illumination. It was full, but groups of clouds decided to obscure the moon, giving only brief glimpses its pock-marked surface. As the clouds flitted to and fro in the sky, so did two people on the ground as they traversed the streets, scouting for an adequate location to make some quick cash. They walked through a busy intersection, jammed up by a car accident. A middle-aged woman was screaming at a young man for scratching her bumper, while the young man tried to argue his way out of it, over the noise of endless car horns. The two people walked past them, looked at each other, and snickered. People argued too much over too many trivial things, they both thought. They kept their eyes open as they kept walking, looking left and right for a suitable place, vulnerable enough for them to work quickly and get some money, without getting hurt themselves. They were only doing this for cheap thrills. They had sat in a bar one night, when they both spent their last few dollars on beer. Harvey had turned to Sarah with a gleam in his eyes. He told her they should live a little, instead of mope around in bars every night. She had hastily agreed, having quickly finished her beer. Both of them had agreed they should do something exciting; now they were looking for a mark. Sarah suddenly slowed her pace, and grabbed Harvey's arm. Harvey slowed, as Sarah gestured towards a convenience store at the other side of the street. The store was on the corner of the street, and stood as a marker that led into a run-down section of the city. Harvey stopped, looked around him, and smiled. The area where they stood was dark. The street lights were in disrepair, and only two of them were functional; one flickering on for brief moments before flickering off again, and the other, so dim the shadows seemed to envelop what little luminescence it offered. Sarah looked over to see if Harvey was ready, and he nodded. They both looked around once more, to see if there was anyone nearby that noticed their presence; seeing no one, they began to approach the store.
Dan closed his book, and tossed it beside him on the couch. He had had enough of reading for tonight. After a particularly slow work day, reading about happy attitudes and how they affected work productivity just wasn't right for ending the day. He got up, and walked into his kitchen. He turned on the light, walked over to the kitchen table, and seeing the pizza box there, checked to see if there were any more slices. Empty. He picked up the box and tossed it into his recycling box. Taking two and a half steps to get across his kitchen, he opened his fridge and looked inside. He brightened, seeing a box of apple pie in the fridge, behind a six-pack of beer. He shifted the beer out of the way, and lifted the box out of the fridge. Setting the box down on his kitchen table, he grabed a knife from the drawer below his sink. He sat down at the table, opened the box of apple pie, and frowned. There was only half a pie left. Dan shrugged, slicing the half into two pieces. After he finished the slice of pie, he went into his bedroom. He sat down, and looked up into the ceiling. Dan thought about his life, and how far he had come since his high school years. He smiled, thinking he had had a good run thus far. He looked down at his bed, and Dan focused on the magazine that was lying there. He stared at it momentarily, remembering that he had read it several nights ago. He picked it up and looked at it now. It was a Playboy magazine, showcasing "The Girls of WalMart". Dan flipped open the magazine, and it fell to a heavily creased page, featuring a centerfold of a woman named Sesha. Dan put the magazine back down, and thought of the rest of his life. He didn't see himself with any real ambitions, goals, or dreams. He stood up, and went to his closet. He looked inside, and then pulled out a long length of rope.
Harvey and Sarah ran. They ran as fast as they could, laughing harder than they ever did before. Both their wallets were filled with hundred-dollar bills, fifty-dollar bills, and twenty-dollar bills, and their pockets were full of change. Harvey turned down the street and quickly ducked into a dark alleyway. Sarah followed, and saw Harvey with his hands on his knees panting heavily. Sarah stopped, jumping onto Harveys back with a squeal, and gave him a hug. Harvey laughed, playfully shaking Sarah off him. "Come on Sar, we gotta keep goin," he managed to force out, as he began jogging down the alley. They ran through the night, knowing they had to be as far away as possible from the convenience store. Half an hour after they had originally started running, Sarah thought she could hear sirens in the distance; it was enough to pump more adrenaline into her body. Harvey and Sarah ran silently; they each knew that soon they would need a place to rest and hide. Their deed would be public knowledge soon enough, once somebody entered that convenience store. Harvey stopped under a lamp post, panting heavily, his legs numb from running. Sarah stopped beside him. She looked up, and then nudged Harvey in the ribs, gesturing above them. Harvey was so tired at this point that he readily agreed. They were in the rear of an apartment building, near a parking lot. The building itself looked run-down, even though the lot was full of cars; but Sarah was looking at something else. She pointed out a door, slightly hidden behind several tall bushes. The doorway was ajar, leading into the building. Harvey grinned. Now all they had to do was find an abandoned room.
The inside of the building was dark. The building was just as run-down as Sarah thought it was. Once, flourescent lights had lit up the hallway, but that was long past. None of the lights worked, and the hallway was pitch black. There was a flickering light at the end of the hallway, and Harvey heard a television. He motioned for Sarah to be quiet, and slowly proceeded down the hallway. Halfway down the hall, Sarah grabbed Harvey's arm, pulled him back, and then took the lead. She snuck past the landlord's room, where the door was opened half-way. The television was turned to a home shopping channel; the landlord was asleep on his couch. Sarah pressed the button for the elevator, and Harvey pressed the button for the 7th floor, but Sarah shook her head, pressing the button for the 5th floor instead. "We need to watch for the cops, but we don't need to be that high up," Sarah warned. The 5th floor was dimly lit, small lamps along the walls barely illuminating the way. Sarah gestured to Harvey for caution, but he scoffed at her. He began going to each doorway, and looked into the peepholes of each door. Sarah stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at Harvey with a skeptical look on her face. Harvey finally stopped six doors down, and took out a lock pick. After several seconds, the door was open. Harvey looked back at Sarah, and held the door open, giving her a smirk. Sarah sighed, and mockingly made a show of looking at her watch, before following him into the room. It was 5:30am.
By the time Dan had gone home for the night, the moon had risen well into the sky, though it didn't provide much illumination. It was full, but groups of clouds decided to obscure the moon, giving only brief glimpses its pock-marked surface. As the clouds flitted to and fro in the sky, so did two people on the ground as they traversed the streets, scouting for an adequate location to make some quick cash. They walked through a busy intersection, jammed up by a car accident. A middle-aged woman was screaming at a young man for scratching her bumper, while the young man tried to argue his way out of it, over the noise of endless car horns. The two people walked past them, looked at each other, and snickered. People argued too much over too many trivial things, they both thought. They kept their eyes open as they kept walking, looking left and right for a suitable place, vulnerable enough for them to work quickly and get some money, without getting hurt themselves. They were only doing this for cheap thrills. They had sat in a bar one night, when they both spent their last few dollars on beer. Harvey had turned to Sarah with a gleam in his eyes. He told her they should live a little, instead of mope around in bars every night. She had hastily agreed, having quickly finished her beer. Both of them had agreed they should do something exciting; now they were looking for a mark. Sarah suddenly slowed her pace, and grabbed Harvey's arm. Harvey slowed, as Sarah gestured towards a convenience store at the other side of the street. The store was on the corner of the street, and stood as a marker that led into a run-down section of the city. Harvey stopped, looked around him, and smiled. The area where they stood was dark. The street lights were in disrepair, and only two of them were functional; one flickering on for brief moments before flickering off again, and the other, so dim the shadows seemed to envelop what little luminescence it offered. Sarah looked over to see if Harvey was ready, and he nodded. They both looked around once more, to see if there was anyone nearby that noticed their presence; seeing no one, they began to approach the store.
Dan closed his book, and tossed it beside him on the couch. He had had enough of reading for tonight. After a particularly slow work day, reading about happy attitudes and how they affected work productivity just wasn't right for ending the day. He got up, and walked into his kitchen. He turned on the light, walked over to the kitchen table, and seeing the pizza box there, checked to see if there were any more slices. Empty. He picked up the box and tossed it into his recycling box. Taking two and a half steps to get across his kitchen, he opened his fridge and looked inside. He brightened, seeing a box of apple pie in the fridge, behind a six-pack of beer. He shifted the beer out of the way, and lifted the box out of the fridge. Setting the box down on his kitchen table, he grabed a knife from the drawer below his sink. He sat down at the table, opened the box of apple pie, and frowned. There was only half a pie left. Dan shrugged, slicing the half into two pieces. After he finished the slice of pie, he went into his bedroom. He sat down, and looked up into the ceiling. Dan thought about his life, and how far he had come since his high school years. He smiled, thinking he had had a good run thus far. He looked down at his bed, and Dan focused on the magazine that was lying there. He stared at it momentarily, remembering that he had read it several nights ago. He picked it up and looked at it now. It was a Playboy magazine, showcasing "The Girls of WalMart". Dan flipped open the magazine, and it fell to a heavily creased page, featuring a centerfold of a woman named Sesha. Dan put the magazine back down, and thought of the rest of his life. He didn't see himself with any real ambitions, goals, or dreams. He stood up, and went to his closet. He looked inside, and then pulled out a long length of rope.
Harvey and Sarah ran. They ran as fast as they could, laughing harder than they ever did before. Both their wallets were filled with hundred-dollar bills, fifty-dollar bills, and twenty-dollar bills, and their pockets were full of change. Harvey turned down the street and quickly ducked into a dark alleyway. Sarah followed, and saw Harvey with his hands on his knees panting heavily. Sarah stopped, jumping onto Harveys back with a squeal, and gave him a hug. Harvey laughed, playfully shaking Sarah off him. "Come on Sar, we gotta keep goin," he managed to force out, as he began jogging down the alley. They ran through the night, knowing they had to be as far away as possible from the convenience store. Half an hour after they had originally started running, Sarah thought she could hear sirens in the distance; it was enough to pump more adrenaline into her body. Harvey and Sarah ran silently; they each knew that soon they would need a place to rest and hide. Their deed would be public knowledge soon enough, once somebody entered that convenience store. Harvey stopped under a lamp post, panting heavily, his legs numb from running. Sarah stopped beside him. She looked up, and then nudged Harvey in the ribs, gesturing above them. Harvey was so tired at this point that he readily agreed. They were in the rear of an apartment building, near a parking lot. The building itself looked run-down, even though the lot was full of cars; but Sarah was looking at something else. She pointed out a door, slightly hidden behind several tall bushes. The doorway was ajar, leading into the building. Harvey grinned. Now all they had to do was find an abandoned room.
The inside of the building was dark. The building was just as run-down as Sarah thought it was. Once, flourescent lights had lit up the hallway, but that was long past. None of the lights worked, and the hallway was pitch black. There was a flickering light at the end of the hallway, and Harvey heard a television. He motioned for Sarah to be quiet, and slowly proceeded down the hallway. Halfway down the hall, Sarah grabbed Harvey's arm, pulled him back, and then took the lead. She snuck past the landlord's room, where the door was opened half-way. The television was turned to a home shopping channel; the landlord was asleep on his couch. Sarah pressed the button for the elevator, and Harvey pressed the button for the 7th floor, but Sarah shook her head, pressing the button for the 5th floor instead. "We need to watch for the cops, but we don't need to be that high up," Sarah warned. The 5th floor was dimly lit, small lamps along the walls barely illuminating the way. Sarah gestured to Harvey for caution, but he scoffed at her. He began going to each doorway, and looked into the peepholes of each door. Sarah stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at Harvey with a skeptical look on her face. Harvey finally stopped six doors down, and took out a lock pick. After several seconds, the door was open. Harvey looked back at Sarah, and held the door open, giving her a smirk. Sarah sighed, and mockingly made a show of looking at her watch, before following him into the room. It was 5:30am.