Clark Kent (boy_scout) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-06-12 00:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen/impulse, clark kent |
Who: Kal and Bart
When: Evening, around 11pm
Where: The mall
What Taking what he wants
Rating: R
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The Los Angeles Mall was closed. But yet, there was still one 'customer' there. The front glass doors were shattered, the metal twisted, the frames cast aside. The cameras in the area were fried. Every one of them. And those bar shutters that close down tight at closing time? Several of them had been pulled down, mangled, even ripped out and carelessly laid on the floor to walk on if you felt like it. Like a bulldozer had yanked it out. In one of the hallways, there was a man in black jeans and shirt, and leather jacket. He was most likely the cause of such chaos. In fact, it was definitely him. No doubt about it.
Kal was helping himself to some extra cash. There was a row of ten slots, where there were ATM terminals. For those cases when the shopping center was swamped by a multitude of people. There were sparks flying, wires hanging off the metal. There were at least six holes in the wall now, with little $100 bills strewn on the floor. It seemed that the rebellious Kryptonian knew just the spot to hit. And now he was on the seventh one. He hesitated a moment, a haughty smirk on his face.. then punched his fist to the metal casing, leaving a gaping hole. "All mine.. all mine, bitches." He grabbed a huge wad of green bills and stuffed it in the big sports bag by his feet.