x-posted
"we like to think of ourselves the hoi oligoi, lording over the great unwashed masses," he said, after his second cup of coffee and the last ten minute rant about the failings of advertising in relation to showing the "real" reality of the situation. she paused from placing her lips on the rim of her china plated cup of english breakfast, in order to show polite interest in his recitation of his conscious concern for the little man, that masked his own self conscious interest in hearing his own voice, uttering phrases he'd clearly just read in the last week, with a slight smile.
"just because we think we're smarter than the," he raised his fingers in the time honoured mime for quotations around the word average and lowered them as he moved on to man, "that we know what's best for them. we tell them to go to school and learn to count and spell and and... and.."
his gaze shot around the room looking for something to inspire his next train of thought. the wall clock and calender fit.
"and tell time! why do people need to know time?"
she thought to herself that telling time was cheating. it's just counting, again, and he already mentioned that...
"so they can work within the set hours, rather than work when the sun rises and sets. how does telling the time improve their lives in anyway?"
"so they know when their soaps start?" she offered playfully.
"tv? oh don't get me started on tv!" he bemoaned, unaware of her smirk which indicated that she had, indeed, planned to get him started on tv. he managed to go on for another 20 minutes about the evils of the liberal agenda, as he, a liberal, perceived them. she waited until the tea felt cold to the touch, before she looked at her watch, a subtle action to break his self imposed miasma of egomania, at which point he offered to walk her to her bus stop.
she accepted and he picked up the check and his last point at the same time, still rambling on about the casual racism in the choice of morning television presenters, as he handed over the money, without pause.
on the way to the bus stop he followed her, by her side, trying to keep pace with her steps and turns as he tried to keep place of his monologue, before he realised they had walked down an alleyway with less than advantageous lighting.
"ah... " he paused, for the first time in an hour, taking in his current surroundings.
"sorry about this," she said, "but i can't take any chances."
she pushed him against a wall, roughly. he was getting ready to explain that he wasn't really into this kind of public nor violent intimacy, when he saw her teeth, now filled with a mixture of razorblades and needles. his blood ran cold as she turned her head and sank them into the flesh at the front of his throat, cracking the cricoid cartilage around the larynx.
all but for a mixture of wheezing and bubbling, he found himself silenced. she raised her head from his neck and he saw his blood strewn across her chin and running in rivulets from between her teeth and over her lips.
"i spent too long thinning their ranks to leave you for them to bring over..." she moved closer, "nothing personal, you know, just doing what's best for the city."
-=+=-
the waitress cleared the table, tutting at the wastefulness of some people. ordering a pot of tea and then barely taking a sip from a single cup. "honestly," she thought, "some people think they're just too good for the rest of us."
the fiend
juices, flow!
"just because we think we're smarter than the," he raised his fingers in the time honoured mime for quotations around the word average and lowered them as he moved on to man, "that we know what's best for them. we tell them to go to school and learn to count and spell and and... and.."
his gaze shot around the room looking for something to inspire his next train of thought. the wall clock and calender fit.
"and tell time! why do people need to know time?"
she thought to herself that telling time was cheating. it's just counting, again, and he already mentioned that...
"so they can work within the set hours, rather than work when the sun rises and sets. how does telling the time improve their lives in anyway?"
"so they know when their soaps start?" she offered playfully.
"tv? oh don't get me started on tv!" he bemoaned, unaware of her smirk which indicated that she had, indeed, planned to get him started on tv. he managed to go on for another 20 minutes about the evils of the liberal agenda, as he, a liberal, perceived them. she waited until the tea felt cold to the touch, before she looked at her watch, a subtle action to break his self imposed miasma of egomania, at which point he offered to walk her to her bus stop.
she accepted and he picked up the check and his last point at the same time, still rambling on about the casual racism in the choice of morning television presenters, as he handed over the money, without pause.
on the way to the bus stop he followed her, by her side, trying to keep pace with her steps and turns as he tried to keep place of his monologue, before he realised they had walked down an alleyway with less than advantageous lighting.
"ah... " he paused, for the first time in an hour, taking in his current surroundings.
"sorry about this," she said, "but i can't take any chances."
she pushed him against a wall, roughly. he was getting ready to explain that he wasn't really into this kind of public nor violent intimacy, when he saw her teeth, now filled with a mixture of razorblades and needles. his blood ran cold as she turned her head and sank them into the flesh at the front of his throat, cracking the cricoid cartilage around the larynx.
all but for a mixture of wheezing and bubbling, he found himself silenced. she raised her head from his neck and he saw his blood strewn across her chin and running in rivulets from between her teeth and over her lips.
"i spent too long thinning their ranks to leave you for them to bring over..." she moved closer, "nothing personal, you know, just doing what's best for the city."
-=+=-
the waitress cleared the table, tutting at the wastefulness of some people. ordering a pot of tea and then barely taking a sip from a single cup. "honestly," she thought, "some people think they're just too good for the rest of us."
the fiend
juices, flow!