Post by THURSDAY DAVENPORT on Jan 30, 2012 20:46:01 GMT -5
"Well, ain't this just dandy."
Of all the things that could happen, of all the places Thursday Davenport could have possibly been when the lights went out, it was locked in a bathroom stall in the middle of the mall.
Most people might have panicked. In fact, judging by the screams he could hear outside, it seemed like most people was a practical generalization for everyone in the mall.
But Thursday Davenport wasn't "most people." He wasn't even "some people" or "a small handful of people." Thursday Davenport rarely panicked, and he certainly didn't panic when the lights went out. He wasn't that afraid of the dark. It was just a power outage, jeez.
Besides, he always carried a flashlight for...well...various pranking purposes. And hotwiring cars.
Pulling said small flashlight out of his ever-so-manly shoulder bag, he twisted it on and opened the door to the stall. The bathroom was deserted.
Damn, this was just like a horror game. Awesome.
Unable to prevent the grin coming to his face but also unable to stop the tingle of unease that ran up his spine, Thursday shouldered his way out of the bathroom. The various mallgoers that evening were all milling about uselessly, security guards shining their flashlights about in everyone's face and trying to restore some order. It was all really funny, to be honest, and Thursday grinned. This. This was prime time to pull a prank.
Security was out of the way. It was dark, but he had a light. Nobody was paying attention, and it just so happened that he had three cans of spray paint in his bag.
Excellent.
Humming casually, he brushed past a security guard who was trying to herd a screaming mother into a larger group. Where to go? Where would be the perfect place for his prank?
And most importantly, could he even pull it off on his own?
Of all the things that could happen, of all the places Thursday Davenport could have possibly been when the lights went out, it was locked in a bathroom stall in the middle of the mall.
Most people might have panicked. In fact, judging by the screams he could hear outside, it seemed like most people was a practical generalization for everyone in the mall.
But Thursday Davenport wasn't "most people." He wasn't even "some people" or "a small handful of people." Thursday Davenport rarely panicked, and he certainly didn't panic when the lights went out. He wasn't that afraid of the dark. It was just a power outage, jeez.
Besides, he always carried a flashlight for...well...various pranking purposes. And hotwiring cars.
Pulling said small flashlight out of his ever-so-manly shoulder bag, he twisted it on and opened the door to the stall. The bathroom was deserted.
Damn, this was just like a horror game. Awesome.
Unable to prevent the grin coming to his face but also unable to stop the tingle of unease that ran up his spine, Thursday shouldered his way out of the bathroom. The various mallgoers that evening were all milling about uselessly, security guards shining their flashlights about in everyone's face and trying to restore some order. It was all really funny, to be honest, and Thursday grinned. This. This was prime time to pull a prank.
Security was out of the way. It was dark, but he had a light. Nobody was paying attention, and it just so happened that he had three cans of spray paint in his bag.
Excellent.
Humming casually, he brushed past a security guard who was trying to herd a screaming mother into a larger group. Where to go? Where would be the perfect place for his prank?
And most importantly, could he even pull it off on his own?
