Famine (malnourishment) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-09-17 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | death, famine, war |
Outside it may be raining but in here it's entertaining!
Who: Death (_memento_mori_), Famine (malnourishment) & War (on_a_red_horse)
What: The Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse just doesn't quite have the same ring now, does it? Three brothers ride - in Death's fancy pimpmobile.
Where: Roads of NYC, karaoke bar
When: Friday night
Warnings: Horsemen in a karaoke bar
When War said he was going to shove a kid off their bike and take it, Famine had assumed his brother was speaking metaphorically. Voice's gift - heavy in his pocket - was the only thing that stopped him from turning on his heels and walking away fast the second he laid eyes on the Red Rider coming around a corner on something utterly horrid and unspeakable.
"What?"
"...nothing."
Tucking his cigarette into the corner of his mouth, Hunger shoved his hands into his pockets, fingers stroking the smooth wood of his pencil-scales. To call their progress fast would be adding insult to the injury. A lame snail was faster than them and just as Famine was starting to look around for a gap in a door frame to hide in, a silvery Aston Martin pulled up beside them.
Death looked at them and they stared back.
"What?" Red and Black Rider snapped in unison.
Death raised an eyebrow. "Get in."
The siblings gave the car a suspicious once-over.
"Is this your-"
"Now."
The siblings got in, Famine occupying and stretching out on the back seat which meant that War had to cram his ridiculously large frame into the front passenger's seat. The youngest watched the world speed past the window and the pencils' slipping out of his pocked, falling onto the ground went unnoticed by him.
"Got some dark desire? Love to play with fire? Why not let it rip? Live a little bit! Hey, how much for just the world?"