thirty-nine shots
[filter; private]
[the journal opens up to quietness at first. just silent - nothing creepy or weird, but rather peaceful.
the same could not truly be said for the figure in the room - not internally, at least.
after about five minutes, the silence is broken by the sound of a bag filled with something small yet hard landing on a surface. silence falls again in the room, but within the next minute, the bag is rustling even more due to its contents. there's the sound of something being opened, more rustling, and then the faintest of crunches. then, there's the sound of something hitting the surface with a bit more weight to it, but not much!
Cross looks at the contents of the old-fashioned glass sitting on his desk, wary to even go and try it. plus it wasn't as if he was bound to trying it now - Parker would never know about this, so why go for it?
well...why not?
the redhead gets up from his chair, moves to pick up the root beer float, and takes a sip.]
I will stick with the Reese's Pieces, Parker. [and down goes the root beer float. the last sounds the journal picks up are the rustlings of the peanut butter-shelled candies in the bag as Cross picks it up and closes the journal shut.]
[the journal opens up to quietness at first. just silent - nothing creepy or weird, but rather peaceful.
the same could not truly be said for the figure in the room - not internally, at least.
after about five minutes, the silence is broken by the sound of a bag filled with something small yet hard landing on a surface. silence falls again in the room, but within the next minute, the bag is rustling even more due to its contents. there's the sound of something being opened, more rustling, and then the faintest of crunches. then, there's the sound of something hitting the surface with a bit more weight to it, but not much!
Cross looks at the contents of the old-fashioned glass sitting on his desk, wary to even go and try it. plus it wasn't as if he was bound to trying it now - Parker would never know about this, so why go for it?
well...why not?
the redhead gets up from his chair, moves to pick up the root beer float, and takes a sip.]
I will stick with the Reese's Pieces, Parker. [and down goes the root beer float. the last sounds the journal picks up are the rustlings of the peanut butter-shelled candies in the bag as Cross picks it up and closes the journal shut.]