At 6/25/12 09:44 AM, arg644 wrote:
where do i join
You join here mah dude, but If you wanna join you must pass our initiation test, just like everyone else had to. Alright so I want you to take your face, and smash it as hard as you can against your keyboard, then leave.
Boris slammed hard into the wall, splintering wood stabbed at his side drawing blood as he slid down to the floor. Something terrible had happened.
Boris had been drinking.
Using his gun as a crutch he managed to get a few inches off the ground before falling back flat on his face as the gun slipped out from his hand. He tasted the marble that lined the mansion floors, pooling spit underneath him that mixed with his blood. He braced his arms for round two as he pushed himself back to his feet. He grabbed cold steel, and followed it up. Arm over arm he pulled like rope up the railing, finally coming to a door that he needed only to glare at making It opened almost automatically, it didn't want none of him. Once outside he drew a breath of fresh air sobering him up for a few seconds, enough so he could see the tops of trees that surrounded the immense mansion. The thick forest provided solid cover from the outside city, isolating the mafiosos and keeping their mischievousness at a low key, allowing all kinds of things to go wrong.
The spins started to hit again as Boris drew his weapon, aiming at the swaying buildings miles away. He began to let off rounds, nothing says wake up at 5am like a Desert Eagle going off. No police would be answering the call however, the huge amounts of money they were still being paid made sure of that as the cops rolled around in fancy cars counting dollars. He fired until the clip was dry, and then a few more times after that. He grinned and chucked his gun into the dense forest, something to do later he thought.. as he braced hard on his foot that leaned over the side of the building. He stared down, depth perception thrown off by the alcohol and nine stories of height. It hit him like a right hook. He staggered and swayed, losing balance. In his head he could here his voice narrating the scene, "It doesn't look good for Boris! Barely able to stand he struggles for control near the edge!" Each step threw him more off balance as he shuffled his feet underneath him. Eyes closed he felt the ground with every step, finally his shins hit the ledge as he felt his body weight shift.
Time seemed to stop, and everything got quite as if somewhere someone was watching and freeze framed this exact moment. Nothing flashed before his eyes, no great revelation was uncovered, no last thoughts shot through his head, just silence. It lasted only a second, just one second that seemed like forever as his weight was shifter over the edge. A day spent dreaming seems like a lifetime, only ending when reality starts. Like a scene from Max Payne Boris slowly drifted over, almost horizontal now he felt force of gravity take hold as his body gave way to physics, just then he felt something grab the back of his shirt and yank him out of his time warp. Time and sound returned to normal as his thudded to the ground. His eyes widened taking in the morning sky, the sun wasn't up just yet, but it gave the sky it's morning glow as dark transitioned to light, he could see clouds and jet streams, giving him realization that the day would never stop coming, and time was a formidable opponent that would never go down. He quickly drew another breath which stabbed at his lungs forcing him to cough. He turned to his stomach as he coughed up blood and vomit, between each cough inhaling a new breath of life.
Saliva hung from his lips as he braced himself up, he struggled getting to his feet and almost fell again into his mess. He felt those hands again grab him and pull him to his feet. He was leaning on a shoulder, his sight wasn't all there yet and he couldn't make out who it was, but he felt the embrace of a friend. Taking new breaths he was guided back inside and down the stairs. Without sight he could only focus on his feet, putting one in front of the next was his only task as of now. Strong arms placed him in a seat as he tried to regain his vision. He tossed his head back and tried to view his ally but all was blurry, a normal sight. He made out another figure advancing towards him, he felt hard calculated fingers slap him across his face.
"Idiot!" was all he made out.
Boris smiled as his head started to clear. 'It's gonna be a good day.' he thought to himself.