Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

A small cloud of ash-like smoke had barreled across the sky in a singular direction. Almost invisible with the thick white clouds over head, it darted from roof top to roof top in a strange bullet like fashion. This cloud wouldn't even slow down until it hovered over a small variety shop. As soon as it passed the shop and hovered over the street below, the smoke rocketed to the cement and as it did, the shape of a young male remained. This shape quickly solidified and color returned to every inch if his skin and clothes and hair, leaving a black shirted Keegan with wildly glowing red eyes standing right in front of the cheap downtown variety store. With a stretch and a yawn, he blinked until his eyes returned to their normal barely blue. With a whiff, he could smell that his clothes trapped his smoke when he materialized. Cringing his nose as he regretted not just walking here. But, he was looking to save as much time as possible before the club scene would open. Just as he had begun to step toward the door, his jean pocket had vibrated and caught his attention. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and checked who would be calling. His sister's number with Big Sis above it had appeared on his screen as he hesitated. That hesitation was followed by a loud voice shouting inside the shop in front of Keegan. In the same movement to open the door, his other hand had shut off his phone before slipping it back into his pocket. To absolutely no one's surprise, a pasty thin man had stood behind a cash register with two men with guns and dressed in full black shouting instructions repeatedly. The cashier failing to follow each line spat at him the first time, so the duo had repeated themselves over and over. Just as Keegan caught their attention with the sound of the bell on the door, the pair both turned and pointed their firearms his way. Stop right there! The first man yelled as he kept his shot gun pointing towards Keegan. Without a pause, or the care to summon a yawn, Keegan didn't even look at the duo as he walked up the isles of the shop and ran his eyes over various items. Living in the city for years, Keegan was actually surprised there still was a little variety store he had yet to peruse. The second armed robber had turn his weapon back to the the cashier as he told the man with the shotgun to keep an eye on The boy. Keegan wasn't paying the duo any mind as he walked past a row of breads and pastries. There wasn't anything freshly baked, the breads and pastries were packaged and sent to this place from a company like most normal items. Keegan knew of a variety store that served pizzas and served freshly blended coffee, but he liked that place and wouldn't want to not be able to go back there. What he was after hadn't been in sight right away, it was sitting behind glass fridge doors at the back of the store with the rest of it's beautiful alcoholic family. Keegan was, of course, taking a detour as he finally found his way away from the baked goods an grains into a section of little toys and cheap Halloween costumes. He poked around the fun little nitnacks and slinkys and little tubes of green goo that would make an inappropriate sound if a child were to press it back into it's tube. Keegan had managed a smile as he looked around the cheap little aisle. The black clothed male with a shotgun that crept up behind him was still on his mind as well. Just as the man grew closer, Keegan turned to face him with a dissatisfied glare. The man with the shotgun had brought the barrel to Keegan's chest. Get to the floor and I'll let you live. The man spoke as Keegan didn't look away from his eyes or drop his glare. For a moment, the pair had an exchange of glares, but Keegan actually seemed to be keeping his cool while the shotgun remained against his chest. And if I don't? Keegan began, flatly, as he took a step toward the man, forcing the shotgun's barrel to press against his chest. What are you going to do? Blast my guts all over the floor? Keegan could see the man beginning to choke as his weapon clearly held no power over the young man. Dumbfounded even on his facial features around the black ski mask he wore. Keegan wasn't foolish enough to think that the man's freezing up didn't include the thought that Keegan had been some sort of crazy male or suicidal person. But, he didn't let his own thoughts rip at his ego. It wasn't a fragile thing, but very few actions could ever spurn it. Go on. Pussy. Do it. Keegan smiled now as he decided to pick on one of the possibilities that could be running through the man's head. Aren't you here to show your friend over there that you're a big man and you can do anything? Huh? He spoke further as reached up and ran some fingers through his hair. Or are you using this stupid thing as protection and was just looking for some quick cash? What? Not looking forward to seeing my face every night before you go to sleep? The weight of being a murderer being too much? But, you still swing this fucking thing around like you're hot shit? Just as the man was going to return was some half-baked threat, Keegan turned and began looking over the costumes and toys again. Raising his eye brows, the man with the shotgun actually mulled over what Keegan said. Even with the armed robbery on his conscience. The eventual possibility of the police showing up. This man still processed Keegan's words as opposed to trying to knock him out with the butt of the gun, or blasting a hole in the younger male. Then again, the man didn't actually have to hurt anyone as the second armed robber continued instructing the Cashier to put the money in a bag. As far as the man with the shotgun was concerned, as long as they got their money, the seemingly ready to die male didn't have to get blown away for calling him a pussy. With his face turned away, Keegan pulled together a 'did that really just work?' look. He fully expected for the shotgun wielding bastard to just pull the trigger. With the duo still holding up the joint, a whimsically excited Keegan picked up a red devil costume bag and about two others of the same kind but for various monsters. He would work something out between them. With a big of swagger to his step, he made his way to the back with his big black-clothed nanny behind him. As Keegan popped open the glass door in front of the big bottles of whiskey and the like, the man behind him had spoken up. Don't you look a little young for that? It was cute, that the burly store robber had started a little small talk. But, Keegan looked to him with a furrowed brow. Dude. Really? He began, poking holes right through the robber with his glare. You're robbing a store. With guns. And you're concerned about me picking up something to drink? Keegan let the door shut as he turned to face the man again. Who the fuck are you to tell me what I shouldn't be buying? Don't you have some cashier to bully? What? You're watching me because your buddy told you to do so? Keegan wondered what kind of man would set out to do something like this suddenly be shaken up by an adorable male like himself just saying some harsh words. It's like the guy was bullied in high school or something. Keegan almost didn't even think he was the biggest weirdo here, he just couldn't understand what was keeping the other man from pulling the trigger. No, I'm letting him do his thing, he's better with words. Spoke the man with the gun, a slight Hispanic accent being heard. Keegan softened up when he realized that it was a human thing that kept the man from pulling the trigger. Well, hey, I'm not calling the police. I'm just picking up some booze and some costumes for Halloween. Keegan let his softening up come out in his voice, letting the other man feel assured or even in control of the situation. It wasn't like they were going to kill anybody, at least Keegan didn't think so. C'mon bro, we got the money. Shouted the second robber as he ran out of the store. The Cashier being wily about not pulling up the phone from under the desk to call the cops as the man with the shotgun was still at the back of the younger male. But, before long, the man with the shotgun followed the first guy. But, only after he had shared some words with the younger male. Words that the cashier couldn't hear due to the distance. Just as the man with the shotgun had followed his friend out the door, Keegan began to walk past the register counter and headed for the door as well. Wait. Wait. Aren't you going to pay for those? The sweaty Cashier managed around his nervous ticks as he pulled his feet together to stand straight and pretend like he was still an authority over Keegan. Instead of talking, the rugged looking teen had looked to the empty cash register, and then to the shaking cashier, back to the empty cash register. And this repeated before Keegan had stopped on the cashier's face. Blinking a few times before he sighed and put up the middle finger. In that same action, he stepped out the door and began walking up the street.