Alexander (Αλεξανδερ) (outofpoptarts) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-10-14 13:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: alexander aaron, z: om1: past character: crystal amaqueli, z: om1: past character: jean grey |
Characters: Alexander Aaron, OTA
Setting: NYC convenience store
Content: Mature language from a young child
Summary: Alex wants a Slurpee, a robber wants money.
Alex sucked on his Slurpee, ignoring the glares of the cashier, adjusting his backpack (to fit in), and scanning the magazine rack, music blaring from his headphones. He was going to pay for it, he didn't see what he was so testy about.
The man by the chip rack didn't seem too pleased either, and Alex glared right back at him, slurping pointedly on his straw. Glowering, the man shuffled towards the counter, muttering something and taking his time, watching the door. When the little old lady who'd been ahead of him finally managed to get out the door he produced a gun, pointing it at the store clerk and screaming for him to open the cash.
The clerk, brave enough to glare at teenage boys was not quite so brave when there was a gun in his face, and his fingers fumbled with the cash register, trying to get it open.
Alex remained where he was, eyes skirting slowly towards the ruckus. He nudged a padded headphone off one ear, and found the gun abruptly pointed in his direction as the music drew the robber's attention.
"Get down on the ground kid, or your mama's going to be picking your brain out of that slushie cup!" he ordered.
Alex arched an eyebrow calmly, continuing to suck on his straw before slowly raising his hands. "S'a Slurpee," he drawled, rolling his eyes.
"I said get down!"
Alex tilted his head, gaze meeting and holding the would-be robber's. The man froze, eyes widening in horror, and quick suddenly he began to shaking, gun clattering to the floor, and he turned tail and ran from the store.
The clerk stared at Alex, who calmly walked towards the cash, nudging the headphones all the way off, and ducking to collect the gun. He pointed it towards the cashier with cheeky grin, and the man's eyes squeezed shut. A loud crack echoed through the store, and behind him the security camera system sparked and crackled.
The gun was then dropped into his backpack, and Alex snapped his fingers to get the clerk's attention. "Hey, so how much is this thing, guy?" he asked, gesturing with his slurpee cup.