Post by Wolf on Aug 13, 2013 14:19:31 GMT -8
“AAA how can I help you?” a cheery voice chimed on the other end of the phone.
“*sigh* I’m out of gas.” He replied obviously agitated.
After exchanging basic information he was informed that the company would be out to assist them within the next 2 hours.
“I’ll walk forget it.”
Gas can in hand he sets out. About 15 minutes later he finds himself at the entrance to an apartment complex.
“NOW YOU WORK?!?” stepping inside he feels a wash with the sensation of walking through a waterfall, and begins laughing at the sight that lay before him.
His partners is sitting in one of the many large chairs, however its large oak arms bind his hands and chest while the legs bind his lower half.
“Not funny” the bound man complained.
The laughing continued, the gas can falling to the floor.
“Where were you?! It’s been hours”
Recalling the last several hours seemed to bring the man laughter to a halt.
“We must have some bugs to work out, because I couldn't find the place. What happened to you?”
“I finished with the chairs and incinerated the last of those vile tapestries and the fucking chair grabbed me.”
“I told you to start with the chandleries.” a voice boomed from the doorway.
“It takes 2 for that if not all of us. So I thought I’d get a jump on the chairs.” The bound man explained.
“You can’t get free without the chandleries.” The man replied fully entering the room “Also I’m the reason you’re late as well.”
“How is that? You run me outta gas?”
“No. I was coming to kill you, and the Sanctuarium denied you access.”
“You we..r….” The man trailed off.
“Yes yes the system needed to be tested and it was.”
The newcomer sat down across from the bound man and stared at the chair.
Seconds passed and the chair stared to slowly release its grip on the would be prisoner.
Now let’s put these away and concentrate on the chandeliers.
So the 3 of them toiled into the wee hours of the night.
“*sigh* I’m out of gas.” He replied obviously agitated.
After exchanging basic information he was informed that the company would be out to assist them within the next 2 hours.
“I’ll walk forget it.”
Gas can in hand he sets out. About 15 minutes later he finds himself at the entrance to an apartment complex.
“NOW YOU WORK?!?” stepping inside he feels a wash with the sensation of walking through a waterfall, and begins laughing at the sight that lay before him.
His partners is sitting in one of the many large chairs, however its large oak arms bind his hands and chest while the legs bind his lower half.
“Not funny” the bound man complained.
The laughing continued, the gas can falling to the floor.
“Where were you?! It’s been hours”
Recalling the last several hours seemed to bring the man laughter to a halt.
“We must have some bugs to work out, because I couldn't find the place. What happened to you?”
“I finished with the chairs and incinerated the last of those vile tapestries and the fucking chair grabbed me.”
“I told you to start with the chandleries.” a voice boomed from the doorway.
“It takes 2 for that if not all of us. So I thought I’d get a jump on the chairs.” The bound man explained.
“You can’t get free without the chandleries.” The man replied fully entering the room “Also I’m the reason you’re late as well.”
“How is that? You run me outta gas?”
“No. I was coming to kill you, and the Sanctuarium denied you access.”
“You we..r….” The man trailed off.
“Yes yes the system needed to be tested and it was.”
The newcomer sat down across from the bound man and stared at the chair.
Seconds passed and the chair stared to slowly release its grip on the would be prisoner.
Now let’s put these away and concentrate on the chandeliers.
So the 3 of them toiled into the wee hours of the night.