Post by C.O. Severin Strez on Mar 19, 2016 10:28:09 GMT -5
SO CLOSE NO MATTER HOW FAR
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - couldn't be much more from the heart
“I said back in your cell! Now!” He hissed, his voice sharp and stern, his visage serious and dangerous, and his abilities in effect. The man’ legs shook a bit and a monstrous hand gripped his chest,, his breathing heightened. “Cell. Now.” Shevchenko hissed, those teal eyes glancing up at an inmate that was probably twice his age and twice the muscle mass. Did Sev give a hoot? Nope. To him it didn’t matter if you were the strongest man alive; he’d bring you down on your knees somehow. Unless, of course, you somehow had a strong will and or had an ability that counter-acted his or something of the sort. The prisoners in the jailhouse didn’t know what was up with Severin at all. Usually they obeyed him so they didn’t feel like they would have a stroke. Some, like Jared here, wanted to be the hero. And a hero that fell. “I won’t tell you again… Cell!” When the man finally listened and walked back into his cell, Severin walked off, still ticked, but feeling a lot better now. God, he hated people like that… People that didn’t respect his authority.
Walking down the stairs and into another room, Severin turned in al the things that weren’t his, signed out, and headed out the door. Dangling his keys for a moment, the man unlocked his car and slipped inside of the driver’s seat. Putting the keys in the ignition and turning the car on, Severin’s hand immediately turned on the air-conditioning and the radio, changing it to a decent station before pulling out of the parking lot and heading out home. It didn’t take the man long to get home. Probably because he was used to how much time it took. Thirty minutes? An hour? Whatever it was, he seemed to be used to it, though that gas guzzler car did need a stop to refill. About ten more minutes after refilling his car, Severin made it to his home, his apartment. Only to find out that Amadeus was ticked off and had no food whatsoever. “You’re such an idiot.” Severin said, sighing soon afterwards. It was late, but there was one gas station not too far from his home that was open twenty-four hours and that he knew had bird food and some other useless necessities. Got to love some New Jersey people; they just never learned what closing time was and what was really important to have in their gas station… And party-store combo.
Leaving his abode and not bothering to take his car, Severin had all that he needed in his pockets as he walked down the street. Block after block he walked and soon crossed Mansfield street and walked into the store. Not bothering to say hi to the man over the counter, Severin got a small bag of bird food, a bottle of Dr. Pepper, and what the heck; he got some junk food to go along with it. Just something to nibble on, that’s all. After ringing up the stiff and paying the man, Severin carried the brown paper-bag and left the place. Of course, the guy at the counter could have put the items in two separate bags, but whatever. The guy was ignorant much like Shevchenko was.
Crossing over the street without looking, Sev made it to the other side and continued to walk; this time just walking straight; taking another path back home. There were two ways there and both were about even in distance. Just had to pass the hotel and some stupid Middle-Eastern diner and he was all good to go. After walking about half a mile, that bag f his started to tip over and instantly caused Severin to grumble. He managed to walk to about where the hotel was before his Dr. Pepper bottle fell out of the bag and started to roll away. Dimming his eyes and hissing a bit, Severin picked up speed and followed his caffeine-fix in a bottle; stopping it from rolling any further down with his foot. “Stupid bottle…” He grumbled to himself, crouching down, picking the shaken bottle up, and placing it in the bag. A small noise echoed throughout the alley beside him and Severin looked around, saw nothing… Shrugging it off, Severin put the bottle back in the bag and kept on walking back home.
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Lyrics from Metallica's "Nothing Else Matters".
