He took a deep breath and pressed his lips together until they were but a thin line and he allowed himself a moment to mull over Kidman’s questions. If he was honest with himself, his client was a buffoon – a buffoon that liked to hold him at gunpoint on the odd occasion and would undoubtedly do...
A line had formed at the counter before he had entered, so he took the opportunity to make use of the facilities while he waited for business to slow down. Maybe only about five people had moved forward by the time he was done, so he simply took residence at a table by the window.
He watched...
Flag deadpanned at the stranger and shook his head. Rolling his eyes again, he directed his attention to Kidman, whom he suspected also knew how to collect the reward for the book as she had been tracking him so closely.
"I'm not going to let you keep that one." He threatened under his breath.
Flag didn’t make any special effort to hide his annoyance at being issued an ultimatum over something that more rightfully belonged to him than anyone else here, but he also knew that beating up a girl was uncouth – especially in public. Annoyed, he allowed his voice to drop a few notes and...
The irony with Flag wanting the book was that he was to be paid an extreme amount of money for a book that had been stolen by somebody outside of the criminal organization that he aligned himself with. His interest in the book itself had been minimal up until this very moment. He cast a glance...
When the girl ran inside, he made his way around the building - following the architecture as best as he could. He was a little concerned when the book had left his sight again, but its current claimant didn’t seem like the type to warrant unnecessary confrontations.
Flag found the girl propped...
Flag caught up with the man several blocks later, when the moron took a wrong turn down a dead end. The man tried to defend himself by tackling the Sivoan when he rounded the building, but Flag grabbed him by the arm and introduced the man’s face to a telephone pole – knocking him unconscious...
A harbor was an atrocious place to store paper goods and yet here he was, literally chasing down a lead that had nabbed a prized book from a client’s museum. The man in front of him was heavier set, but shorter and carried himself low to the ground as he ran, making it difficult to catch up...
(Collaborative post by @Chase and myself. Composed and posted with permissions by all parties involved)
2 years ago:
This stupid little pacific island never ceased to surprise him. The first time he was here it was a factory for super-science that was only a whisper of a thought the second...
Was just thinking, when someone says think outside the box....why does it have to be a box? Why can't it be anything you want? Like a closet? Or a door? Hehe
Why did we decide creativity requires escaping from something? Why do so many of our metaphors for creativity imply that ordinary thinking is a restriction?
It's because it hinges on the idea that everyone wants to be ordinary (aka "normal") and that being anything other should be punishable socially. It stems from imperial modes of thinking that harm people not white-cis-straight-abled-perisex-etc because the idea of normal is centred on "some guy"-isms
Why did we decide creativity requires escaping from something? Why do so many of our metaphors for creativity imply that ordinary thinking is a restriction?
Unrelated question....are political questions allowed? Also really confused why people keep calling the U.S. a democracy when we are supposed to be a Republic....
Unrelated question....are political questions allowed? Also really confused why people keep calling the U.S. a democracy when we are supposed to be a Republic....
Define "political questions". Also, we are a constitutional Republic with Democratically elected representation. I will argue until my dying day that the greatest thing the Founding Fathers created was the Electoral College