Clockworkchicken
Full-fledged Minion
President Impatient
a highstand of modern tecnology: it even lays mechanical eggs
Posts: 191
|
Post by Clockworkchicken on Jul 30, 2005 17:45:12 GMT -5
Jake looked out of his window, staring over the buildings ahead of him. A satisfied smile apeared on his face. Soon, he shall plant his name in this town aswell, as great, radical renewing artist. He loved art, though, he found noone to share that love with. He had a... particular taste.
Slowly, Jake turned around. He was dressed for the evening. A complete set of completely white tuxedo's decorated his body. He overlooked the room leaning on his white walking stick, and the smile grew in a convinced grin. The whole room was white. Empty walls like a canvas.
"excelent..."
Soon, the guests will arive. Without hurry, he stepped to the intercom, with the camera connected to the entrance hall of the scy scraper. Slowly, he peered on the screen. The hall was full of people. All dressed in white, good. Some have pieces of other colors in their clothing, but that shouldn't be a problem. Neither would the skin. Casually, he pressed a button on the intercom, making connection with the woman at the reception.
"Tell them to wait a little longer"
|
|