Post by sean on Sept 13, 2006 19:18:54 GMT -5
His eyes grew with excitment. Getting the chance to burn something down. He jumped off the car. the people grew thinner and thinner (Crowd wise, mind you ).
"I'll see you back at Nova."
He passed Nekkei and entered the club. Few people dead from being trampled, and Raphaels decapitated manor. He began to whistle a blue tune. Taking another bottle off of his belt. Dropping another match in it. He raised it eye level to gaze into the bottle. Watching the liquid take flame.
"Goodness, Gracious........"
He threw the bottle with all his might into a furnished wall. The bottle bursting, the flame inside now had a gracious supply of oxygen. Igniting into a blaze. Brining the alchohol soaked furniture and capets and what not, with it. Taking another bottle from his belt. He made his way to the bar. Climbing over the counter. He looked between the bottles lined aganist the wall. Still whistling. Pulling a few bottles off the shelfs oto the ground. Creating puddles of broken glass and booze all over the ground. He stopped at one. Pulling it off the shelf
"Ooooooh, a '47." he squeled looking about the room. Not even careing if there was a blazing fire. Engulfing half the club already. Placing the bottle under his shirt. He lit the molotov on the counter. But still knocked bottles off the shelfs. He moved back across the counter.
"Great balls of FIRE!" he yelled purposely pushing the molotov over the counter. And igniting the alchohol that gathered on the floor.
He began to laugh as the flames swelled around him. The maniacle laughter easily heared at least a block outside.
"I'll see you back at Nova."
He passed Nekkei and entered the club. Few people dead from being trampled, and Raphaels decapitated manor. He began to whistle a blue tune. Taking another bottle off of his belt. Dropping another match in it. He raised it eye level to gaze into the bottle. Watching the liquid take flame.
"Goodness, Gracious........"
He threw the bottle with all his might into a furnished wall. The bottle bursting, the flame inside now had a gracious supply of oxygen. Igniting into a blaze. Brining the alchohol soaked furniture and capets and what not, with it. Taking another bottle from his belt. He made his way to the bar. Climbing over the counter. He looked between the bottles lined aganist the wall. Still whistling. Pulling a few bottles off the shelfs oto the ground. Creating puddles of broken glass and booze all over the ground. He stopped at one. Pulling it off the shelf
"Ooooooh, a '47." he squeled looking about the room. Not even careing if there was a blazing fire. Engulfing half the club already. Placing the bottle under his shirt. He lit the molotov on the counter. But still knocked bottles off the shelfs. He moved back across the counter.
"Great balls of FIRE!" he yelled purposely pushing the molotov over the counter. And igniting the alchohol that gathered on the floor.
He began to laugh as the flames swelled around him. The maniacle laughter easily heared at least a block outside.