Terminus: U.S. 23

[jack_babalon]

"... we have met on the Square..."

"Mister Jubleum" had a smile full of frozen beetles and stood patiently outside the door to the now empty temple. The black suit he wore had seen better days, the white shirt had become nicotine yellow, the black silk tie hung unceremoniously untied and his maroon fez sat tilted on his head like a drunk slumped over at a bar. These were hard times to be an eternal assassin. Especially when you were doomed to murder the same son of bitch every century or so. Still his enthusiasm for the job never waned. He was after all a professional, in this and any other life. He hummed a song to himself that sounded vaguely like a giant meerkat being strangled to death. He jangled a set of keys in his pockets and waved at the roaming packs of angry children who passed him on their tricked out bicycles. Soon the doors would open and the latest mask of his perpetual would be revealed.


The window of concealed opportunity


Six Seals of the Forbidden Deal
June 12th, 2007
~Rob M

Comments

[sophia-knows.livejournal.com]

Thanks I like this one
:)

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Your welcome, glad you dig it:)

[destructodeluxo.livejournal.com]

Those were so badass looking when that Lodge had power still and thusly "Neon"
I saw a similar one in Ma that still had neon,looked badass

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Wish I could've gotten a shot of that. Wonder what'll they'll do with the building actually.