Dimitri Fletcher (oppressed) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-14 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | benten, communism |
Who: Communism and Benten
Where: Time Warner Center, food court.
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Alcohol, snark.
Communism was actually starting to like malls. With the rush of power he'd received from the crumbling economy, he could root around in the minds of the mortals and rip out their desire for that new purse or cell phone. He could filter those disgusting thoughts through his being, clean them up and translate them into raw power, his power. That blind loyalty he'd garnered when he was in power was back and he used it to keep the mortals around him from noticing the Cuban cigar between his teeth as he puffed on it repeatedly.
He was rather tipsy, on power and on the third vodka Julius he held in his hand as his eyes roved the food court. Ah, there was a fifteen year old girl begging her mother for the newest iPhone and Communism grinned as he reached out to tear that greedy thought in her head and the girl's whining finally stopped, to the mother's relief. Filtering it slowly through his core, he took the greed, took the hatred of Communism featured in every consumer-driven thought and he smirked as he felt that little bit of Capitalist power become his.
This was brilliant. This was the most fun he'd had since his time at the Comintern back in the Soviet Union and as a housewife walked by, considering redecorating her living room, Communism removed that desire from her head with a little laugh, ashing his cigar in the garbage can next to the bench he was sitting on.