Post by White Tiger on Jan 2, 2008 20:29:36 GMT 1
Tiger hung suspended by the beams in the crappy old warehouse. It was a 'junk store', with items you could get at other stores for better quality and better prices. But it was small, and there was almost no windows except for a high skylight-like window with a sign that had 'sale' written in big letters. Of course, everything was $.50 off.
It was the ideal store for a thief. Underpopulated (There was only 2 people, one being the clerk), small, full of bare necessities, and everything a thief could ask for. Or more like steal. But whatever.
Tiger continued to squat down and crawl on the walls, looking like a big furry Spider-Man. He suddenly jumped down and bit the clerk on the chest, who screamed in horror and pain. He carfully bit with only a few teeth.
The other spectator, a teenaged girl, screamed as he leaped up back onto the ceiling. His tail went astray and hit his belt, a gun falling out. As it fell, he jumped the other way and put a coat on. She picked up the gun and tried to shoot him. She was falling for the ol' forcing the card trick. "Oh, help me!" he screamed in imatation of an old man and let her shoot him. He headed behind a bookshelf and grabbed a beret, a cane, a backpack, a bandana, some large boots, hair gel, and glue and started to put them on, but put sneakers, a tuxedo, a tie, and a pair of dress shoes in his backpack for later. He clutched his side in pain and his breath came out in hisses, and he had to remind himself it was all in the game.
The cops had arrived by then, hearing an 'old man's call', and saw a girl with a gun, a bleeding cashier with a bulletmark through his chest, and a shaking 'old man', hunched over with a cane, who had been shot, not fatally, in the ribs.
"Oh help!" the old man wheezed, and had to cough twice before continuing. "She shot the manager!" he pointed at the girl with a hand that was tatooed to look like fur. Of course, it was a trick. "She tried to kill me too, because I- *wheeze* -sounded the alarm!"
He hobbled out, and the cops surrounded the girl. Tiger swiveled one ear under the beret to hear. "No!" she was screaming."It was one of those freaks! He was all furry and tiger-like! He killed the manager!"
"Yeah," one cop responded, "then where'd you get that gun?"
"I-I found it," she studdered, knowing they wouldn't believer here.
"Stealing and robbery. Take 'er down, boys," said the boss of the police squad there, at least it looked like he was.
"No!" she screeched, trying to wriggle free of their iron grasp. "I didn't do anything!"
While they were dragging her away, Tiger smiled. But it faded when she screamed something else, that joy faded and it made him shakey. "Jacob Sanders!"
Jacob Sanders, he thought.
It's been a long time since I heard that.
But that's not important. More importantly, how did she know my real name?!
He shook his head and flew off.
It was the ideal store for a thief. Underpopulated (There was only 2 people, one being the clerk), small, full of bare necessities, and everything a thief could ask for. Or more like steal. But whatever.
Tiger continued to squat down and crawl on the walls, looking like a big furry Spider-Man. He suddenly jumped down and bit the clerk on the chest, who screamed in horror and pain. He carfully bit with only a few teeth.
The other spectator, a teenaged girl, screamed as he leaped up back onto the ceiling. His tail went astray and hit his belt, a gun falling out. As it fell, he jumped the other way and put a coat on. She picked up the gun and tried to shoot him. She was falling for the ol' forcing the card trick. "Oh, help me!" he screamed in imatation of an old man and let her shoot him. He headed behind a bookshelf and grabbed a beret, a cane, a backpack, a bandana, some large boots, hair gel, and glue and started to put them on, but put sneakers, a tuxedo, a tie, and a pair of dress shoes in his backpack for later. He clutched his side in pain and his breath came out in hisses, and he had to remind himself it was all in the game.
The cops had arrived by then, hearing an 'old man's call', and saw a girl with a gun, a bleeding cashier with a bulletmark through his chest, and a shaking 'old man', hunched over with a cane, who had been shot, not fatally, in the ribs.
"Oh help!" the old man wheezed, and had to cough twice before continuing. "She shot the manager!" he pointed at the girl with a hand that was tatooed to look like fur. Of course, it was a trick. "She tried to kill me too, because I- *wheeze* -sounded the alarm!"
He hobbled out, and the cops surrounded the girl. Tiger swiveled one ear under the beret to hear. "No!" she was screaming."It was one of those freaks! He was all furry and tiger-like! He killed the manager!"
"Yeah," one cop responded, "then where'd you get that gun?"
"I-I found it," she studdered, knowing they wouldn't believer here.
"Stealing and robbery. Take 'er down, boys," said the boss of the police squad there, at least it looked like he was.
"No!" she screeched, trying to wriggle free of their iron grasp. "I didn't do anything!"
While they were dragging her away, Tiger smiled. But it faded when she screamed something else, that joy faded and it made him shakey. "Jacob Sanders!"
Jacob Sanders, he thought.
It's been a long time since I heard that.
But that's not important. More importantly, how did she know my real name?!
He shook his head and flew off.