Al Capone
22 January 2013 @ 03:47 pm
Some week. Wouldn't mind drowning out a few of those memories.

[ It doesn't take a curse to get Al to show off, but given the impulse he is more than willing to act. This may not be his bar nor are they his glasses for that matter. His manner of payment thus far may be questionable at best, but that's the least of his concerns. The world must see.

It's a little something that looks like this.
]

Anyone in need of a bartender? I miss this shit.
 
 
Organic Angel Alexiel
22 January 2013 @ 09:24 pm
( Citizens, you are treated to a dazzling view of the City from above. At first it may seem like someone's recorder is suspended in mid-air, but then there is a massive whoosh of air and the recorder is climbing higher. )

This is how he sees you; this is how they see you. ( Small, dark figures - much like ants - are barely discernible below. ) How easy it would be to crush you. He could do so without remorse.

They are like him. ( Suddenly, the recorder is diving towards the ground with unrelenting, death-defying speed. ) I could be like them.

( A sword flashes into existence, barely missing an innocent person on one of the sidewalks. )

But I know mercy. ( Two heels hit the pavement with a dull thud. ) Once you've tasted it; once someone has offered it to you...

You can't go back.

Open your eyes and stand together against those who imprison us here.