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Capitulo 2 "Lobos" La tecnología en estos días era algo impresionante. Teléfonos móviles parecían mas computadoras de mano con miles de aplicaciones y usos.
Finally, part 3 of chapter one, has come out.
I guess you could say everything appeared normal, well, almost everything.
#gothamwar There's a face off going on, near the spire of Wayne Towers Supercostumed superpsychos, neither one with superpowers And while the jester and the Batman just waste each others time Down...
I tried to take it all in. The trashing of the apartment, the vision of my wife at the end of the replay. It was too much. I stepped on the cigarette, shaking my head and trying to clear my thoughts.
A life cut short, Parents were slain. So no resort, But to fight the pain. Only a man, But still much more. The loneliest plan, A heart so pure. After all that, He still stayed strong.
Darkened streets, moonlit pavements, quiet roads. The bangs of the fire above, and the 'Oooh's' and 'Aaaah's' from onlookers. The distant pound of bass from nightclubs. Yamato grinned.
It’s 11am on a Friday morning and I am still curled up in bed.
Chapter 4 I woke up next morning. My head ached like hell. I had sinusitis since I was 6 , so I guess I'll just have to live with it. Just when I finished breakfast , the phone rang. I answered.
"Have you got the crime plan." Lilo asked. "Here!" Jemma said passing it over. "So i go in open the window and black out CCTV." Lilo said.
Mask over eyes, Tinted lenses. Master disguise, Deaden all senses. Footsteps light, Movements small. Gun incase fight, Pillow incase fall. Burlap holder, Containing stolen goods.
So she let me stay in her spare room for a while. We sat and talked and I even saw a smile. The plan was to set the thug up proper. Ruin his street cred till he came a cropper.
So there I was, standing in the front of the ally. I could only see the red spot of "fox" cigarette. I walked into the ally. It was to dark to see, so I opened my lighter.
There's a man in a mask, And a woman in a suit. The man has a gun, The woman's kinda cute. There's a big bang, The woman's dead. The man gives me a smile, And then he fled.
The wind seemed remarkably still that evening. All he could hear was the whistle of nightbirds, and the occasional blare of a horn in the distance. Few people were still out at this time of evening.
So I was walking, This lovely, starry night. I was only a block a away from home. Saw a man seeking a fight. He demanded money, I explained I had none, Next thing I know, He pulled out a gun.
Lurking in the shade, Waiting in the dark. Watching every footstep, Creeping through the park. Holding something lethal, A gun, possibly a knife. Waiting to make a move, To rob you of your life.
My neighbors think I am a nosey old women, but today I witnessed a murder. I was looking out my window when I saw something through the window of my apartment building opposite mine.
*16+ etc, etc. The city is thriving today, bright and curious eyes, lovers holding hands, sharing jokes, melodic laughter... Today, their voices work to depress me even more than usual.
Walking home late at night Alone; my friends have left me Orange street lamps cast a glow But shadows dance so eerie.
‘This is Milton street lads. What d’ja’s wanna do. Richard is instantly focused: like a meercat gazing through the windscreen He scan's the street ahead.
Smooth, tanned skin on show; feminine bodies entwined with cold metal. Every muscle feels the rhythm of the music, moves in time, sending on-lookers into a lust-filled trance.
I have written a bit more of my story, so here it is. Phillip Sherratt sits at the bar, his dark hair ruffled; his chestnut eyes cast downwards in sorrow. I approach in caution, wary of him.
Chapter 5 The Thief Two had rolled to decide who would go first. The Thief looked on with beady eyes. Quick reflexes and instincts soon told him he was next.