Post by Sparda on Feb 25, 2006 22:02:33 GMT -6
He burst threw the door, wearing nothing but his leather jeans, scrubbing the watter from his recently washed hair. He was heading for his desk.
In one move, he kicked his chair which had been lying upside down beside the desk into a rotation frenzy back toward it's original position, sat in the rapidly spinning seat, and kicked his feet up atop the desk. Showing the force he had used, which to him was little effort at all, a half eaten slice of the half eaten pizza which had been sitting on his desk, flew up and into his hand.
"It's about time something happened, I've been sitting around all day, and not one phone call to boot..."
Although Dante didn't mind, he preferred his "Clients" (whom he'd hopped to be beautiful young women) coming to ask for his help in person, not over a phone.
Dante now started to look around his shop, the velvet red carpeted running down the center of the room, and the jagged pillars that supported the building, seemed a welcome site to the half demon. In one corner of the room, sat a set of drums, one of his favorite past times, in another, more "cozy" part of the room, was a velvet red couch, with his surround sound system hooked up about it, this sat under the stairway. His desk, which sat in the back middle of the room had a straight look to the front door, so he could "properly" welcome his guests. Behind him, hung his red leather trench coat, containing his twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory.His fathers sword, Sparta, was hung neatly on a display, waiting to taste a fight.
"There's no worrying about it, after all..." tilted his head back, and raised the pizza above his mouth. "Every time another one dies, I get that much closer to finding him..."
In one move, he kicked his chair which had been lying upside down beside the desk into a rotation frenzy back toward it's original position, sat in the rapidly spinning seat, and kicked his feet up atop the desk. Showing the force he had used, which to him was little effort at all, a half eaten slice of the half eaten pizza which had been sitting on his desk, flew up and into his hand.
"It's about time something happened, I've been sitting around all day, and not one phone call to boot..."
Although Dante didn't mind, he preferred his "Clients" (whom he'd hopped to be beautiful young women) coming to ask for his help in person, not over a phone.
Dante now started to look around his shop, the velvet red carpeted running down the center of the room, and the jagged pillars that supported the building, seemed a welcome site to the half demon. In one corner of the room, sat a set of drums, one of his favorite past times, in another, more "cozy" part of the room, was a velvet red couch, with his surround sound system hooked up about it, this sat under the stairway. His desk, which sat in the back middle of the room had a straight look to the front door, so he could "properly" welcome his guests. Behind him, hung his red leather trench coat, containing his twin pistols, Ebony and Ivory.His fathers sword, Sparta, was hung neatly on a display, waiting to taste a fight.
"There's no worrying about it, after all..." tilted his head back, and raised the pizza above his mouth. "Every time another one dies, I get that much closer to finding him..."
Play with fire and you'll get Burned
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