Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

Hey! The small voice shouted from beneath the rolled up paper held high by her so called best friend Tony. Give it back asshole! She demanded for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. Tony continued to dangle the rolled up poster mere inches above her stretched reach. When she jumped, he'd raise it just out of grasp, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. Do a little dance. Tony ordered his friend Roxanne. Fuck you man, just give it back! Roxanne growled, finally snatching it from above. Ha! Ya fuckin faggot. Who's the bitch now? Hmm. Roxanne smirked, unrolling the poster. It was a poster of America's biggest frickin hero, aside from the giant smurf. She become rather obsessed with the gun wielding, cigar chopping, charlie stompin badass known as the Comedian. He was like a dream come true to her. She plucked off a piece of gum stuck to the poster. It was covered in the city's grime. She technically stole it but it was no secret. It was pasted to a wall in the subway, and she peeled off before anyone else could deface it. Check it out! She turned the poster to Tony, who responded with a scoff. What're you jealous? She asked, rolling it back up, and shoving it in her backpack. Fuck no man! That guy's a total moron... Tony rolled his eyes, turning to continue his walk home. Pfft, you only say that because your mom and dad are damn hippies. Roxanne snorted in response, following after him. Were. Were hippies... He should have never told her that. Tony made the mistake of inviting Rox over to watch the news, which meant smoke pot and bitch about the republicans with his dad. He'd known Rox for a lifetime and thought pot would loosen her up. After all her parents had her strung up so tight, everyone could hear the cables snapping. Man, your dad smokes pot like a freight train...He's a fuckin hippie. Rox laughed, letting out a dreamy sigh, nothing but the Comedian on her brain. Shut up! If you don't believe me, go see for yourself. Tony elbowed her, and pointed. The Comedian lives in the condos on 3rd and Washington Street. Like condo 9A or some bullshit. He nodded, continuing his pace. No way! How the fuck do you know?! Roxanne grabbed his arm and shook him. You know Calvin? Yea, well his dad went to 'Nam too ya know, and had to deliver some message or something to the guy. Tony shrugged, pulling his arm from Roxanne. Shut the fuck up! Really? If this was true, Roxanne was going to make a bee-line to those condos. Scout's honor. Tony reassured her with the scout's hand sign. Man, you're such a fag. I can't believe I hang out with you. Rox shook her head and moved across the street. I'll see you tomorrow. Tony called. Yea... Roxanne's voice trailed, she could care less about what Tony said just then. She was on a mission. Holy shit! Was this really happening? She was going to meet the Comedian and it was going to be fuckin kickass! The condos were five blocks away and by the time she got there, she couldn't breath. Having practically sprinted all the way. The ripe 18 year old pulled herself up nine flights of stairs and then she saw it. Door 9A. She was a sopping, sweaty, mess. She would have taken the elevator but you needed a goddamn ID card to use it. She caught her breath, running a clammy hand through her sticky curly red hair. Damn her mother's ginger genes. She pressed an ear to the door, she could only hear a humming sound. Probably the air conditioner, a fan or something. It sounded vacant. Damn it...It hit her like a ton of bricks, all that wasted effort. She checked the door. Locked. Grumbling she whipped out her student ID and jammed it into the door's crease. She was trying to be quiet but she'd only picked a lock twice in her life. The lock and door knob jiggled, cursing she stompped her boot clad foot on the ground. Open, damn you, open! She whispered harshly, attempting to pick the lock. sorry, it seems long, but it's mostly chit chat. 3