✰ COLLIGOAN POD PEOPLE ¬ (![]() ![]() @ 2009-08-19 04:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!mods, !@event, !open, claire saunders, clark kent, damien thorn, scorpius malfoy |
Mini-Event #01 - Fire
It started in the middle of the night, around two o'clock when most were already asleep. That was when the obedient servant of The Collector heard his master's call and slid out of bed and into his shoes. Where the lighter clutched in his fingers came from, he didn't know, nor did he know how he suddenly became in possession of the canister of gasoline he held in the other. Without bothering to dress properly for venturing outdoors at this hour, the nameless, faceless man who looked like an ordinary, average joe citizen who could do no harm, left his home and began walking along the empty streets of Colligo. Few were still out and those that were paid him little attention -- they were all like him, after all, there to serve a purpose, to take up space and mimic a human being The Collector had studied and achieve; a near perfect copy of the specimen to mingle with the real samplings that he'd gathered from across time and space. His mind was not entirely his own and thus, he did as he was told.
Only when he came to the front steps of Building B did the man stop, tilting his head back to stare up at it's many floors. There were people within, people who were valuable to The Collector, but his master wanted to see just how clever they were, how much their mortality meant to them when threatened. This, as crude as it was, was a good way to test that. A very good way.
Humming an off-key tune that sounded eerily similar to London Bridge is Falling Down, the man splashed the steps and sides of the building with the gasoline, moving indoors to spread the last of it on the floor of the deserted lobby. It was there that he sparked the lighter to life and there that he bent down to place it with his own hand into the pool of gasoline at his feet.
Building B burned. Would everyone get out? Would someone get hurt?
"That," The Collector mused, "is yet to be determined. And part of the fun."