+01 [vidya]
[SO THE FEED GOES LIKE THIS:
one: there is the sound of an explosion. it is loud and you can tell because of the way the walls shook. two: rattle, some glass shattering, a pained scream coming from maybe a maid or something -- low-life trash, not that anyone gives a fuck, right?
three: there is a blast of flame. the scream dies abruptly. there's a man's face coming in to view once the smoke dies. HELLO LADIES. NOW LOOK AT YOUR MAN. NOW BACK TO HIM. his face is blank, chin propped on the back of a hand. he pours himself a drink, and then crosses his feet.]
Goddamn trash. Shouldn't even be breathing around the place if they have no how to serve my drink well.
[he takes a long drink, and sets the glass down the table.]
And of course, it's already warm. [makes a face, rings the bell for room service. only then does he notice that it's on, and scowls and turns it off.]
one: there is the sound of an explosion. it is loud and you can tell because of the way the walls shook. two: rattle, some glass shattering, a pained scream coming from maybe a maid or something -- low-life trash, not that anyone gives a fuck, right?
three: there is a blast of flame. the scream dies abruptly. there's a man's face coming in to view once the smoke dies. HELLO LADIES. NOW LOOK AT YOUR MAN. NOW BACK TO HIM. his face is blank, chin propped on the back of a hand. he pours himself a drink, and then crosses his feet.]
Goddamn trash. Shouldn't even be breathing around the place if they have no how to serve my drink well.
[he takes a long drink, and sets the glass down the table.]
And of course, it's already warm. [makes a face, rings the bell for room service. only then does he notice that it's on, and scowls and turns it off.]