Mr.Big's office (Open)
Nov 17, 2008 22:33:11 GMT
Post by legend on Nov 17, 2008 22:33:11 GMT
It was a quiet Tuesday, reclined back in his office chair with the lights out as always. The only light coming into the room being the light from the electric sign across the street which dimly illuminated his appearance. Mr.Big was dressed in his usual black business suit, red tie, black gloves, and combat boots that were easily mistaken for dress shoes, listening to a soft symphony of violins to calm his mood. Business was busy this week and finally the phones stopped ringing...in fact nobody had even come into his office in a whole day.
Not that he didnt like working, but the silence was nice now and again. The large man reached forward and pulled open his desk drawer, taking out a pack of cigarettes and drawing one out to be lit by a silver zippo in which he always kept in his jacket pocket. With a flick of the flint he puffed the cigarette to life and exhaled softly through his nose. While one hand reached back into his jacket to put the zippo away, his opposite hand reached forward to grab a thin stack of pictures blown up to a large size.
He reviewed then one by one, passing each photo of former targets this past week, marking each one with a red Deceased stamp. The last two photos were unmarked, targets he hadnt pursued yet. A gentle flick of his wrist would toss the pictures back onto his desk as he wasnt in much of a hurry to complete those two tasks....low payment can deter motivation ya know. Another exhale given through his nose as he reached forward once more, refilling his glass with brandy and taking the glass into his gloved hand to sip it casually. Strait with one ice cube, thats the way he liked it.
Not that he didnt like working, but the silence was nice now and again. The large man reached forward and pulled open his desk drawer, taking out a pack of cigarettes and drawing one out to be lit by a silver zippo in which he always kept in his jacket pocket. With a flick of the flint he puffed the cigarette to life and exhaled softly through his nose. While one hand reached back into his jacket to put the zippo away, his opposite hand reached forward to grab a thin stack of pictures blown up to a large size.
He reviewed then one by one, passing each photo of former targets this past week, marking each one with a red Deceased stamp. The last two photos were unmarked, targets he hadnt pursued yet. A gentle flick of his wrist would toss the pictures back onto his desk as he wasnt in much of a hurry to complete those two tasks....low payment can deter motivation ya know. Another exhale given through his nose as he reached forward once more, refilling his glass with brandy and taking the glass into his gloved hand to sip it casually. Strait with one ice cube, thats the way he liked it.