Wall Street | Matt Sterling (upanddown) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-20 15:51:00 |
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Current mood: | predatory |
Entry tags: | wall street |
Hey pretty~ won't you take a ride with me through my world?
Who: Wall Street (upanddown)
What: Wall Street wipes Mr Lewis' company off the map along with a couple thousand of jobs.
Where: WS's office at Vernand & Co, NYC.
When: Backdated to Monday (17 August 2009)
Warnings: Look at 'What'.
Unsurprisingly the world of Wall Street was a strange one. The ground consisted of dark rock formations of various heights with razor sharp edges. Sometimes they moved towards other formations, crashed into them and became something new.
Sometimes they collapsed and deep chasms appeared which tore the ground apart and swallowed everything that was too close to the edge. At other times, new rocks shot up from the ground and sped upwards until they came to a halt for no apparent reason, forming seemingly solid and stable pillars.
It was a hostile surrounding but that wasn't what made it odd.
From each of the so-called pillars rose a steady stream of brightly coloured balloons like smoke from a chimney. They sailed towards the sky - weightless and carefree - where they bobbed and twisted around in a merry dance.
Sprawled in his chair, Matt pursed his lips and blew a stream of air at the silver pinwheel in his hand, making it spin prettily. It was 11:12am EST and he was counting the remaining seconds Mr Lewis' Galia Ltd. had left. He knew that if he went through with this, thousands of people would lose their income, their insurance; wouldn't be able to feed their families and pay the mortages on their houses anymore.
Wall Street didn't care. He hardly ever cared about mortals and only made an effort to play nice when they caught his interest, or when Capitalism told him to. In this case, however, not even Mista Vernand would be able to talk Matt out of this.
If people were asked to come up with ten words to describe Matt Sterling, the list would look like this: fickle, whiny, unhinged, annoying, retarded, unreasonable, capricious, irritating, childish, useless. Others might include bitchy, unstable, disturbed, uncouth, stupid little fucker. Wall Street didn't mind. He could be all that.
Some also thought he'd fucked his way up at Vernand & Co. which was amusing, even funny. What was less amusing was that people who thought themselves in the same league as Shane Vernand - like Lewis - thought Matt would suck, fuck or take it up the ass from anyone for money.
Lewis had been pretty drunk when he cornered Matt and propositioned the young broker at the party. Perhaps he didn't even remember any of it the next morning but Wall Street did and Wall Street had never been sympathetic or forgiving.
Playtime!
11:13am EST
A swarm of silver darts appeared in the space between rock chimneys and balloon streams. They meandered their way around the fragile spheres, looking for the ones they were supposed to take out.
Green and violet rubber tatters sailed towards the ground, gradually losing their colour. More and more kept falling down, the stream of balloons grew thinner and thinner until it consisted of only a solitary balloon chain.
Matt smiled at his pinwheel.
02:37pm EST
The top of the stone pillar spat one last pitiful string of balloons out before it began to crack. Deep chasms tore through it, racing towards the ground. Small pieces of rock tumbled down, followed by larger ones.
"London bridge is falling down~"
Wall Street grinned.
03:59pm EST
The dust cloud was settling. Where Galia Ltd. once stood, there was a deep gaping hole and the ground around it was covered under a blanket of white dust. It looked almost like a day in winter after it had snowed.
His business joyfully concluded, Wall Street put his pinwheel down and folded his hands behind his neck.
What a wonderful day, he thought, as his eyes fell shut and he drifted into sleep.