[PoT] Jackal & Marui
Feb. 12th, 2006 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
firstlightNo title for this, yet. A bit of plot lurking in my mind waiting to attach itself to the thing, though there's no evidence of any such thing so far in the writing. I'm almost certainly going to expand it.
Jackal and Marui. Cyberpunk. They wanted a piece of the action.
I know. I should be writing other things. For now, I'm just throwing this at you lot. Have fun.
I'm posting it because if I just save it it'll sit on my harddrive and get lost and then I'll rediscover it in six months and forget what on earth I was going to do with it.
The world is monochrome. Slick black tarmac, glaring white light, rough grey concrete. Dull clouds that shift between black and white but live mostly in the space between. Rain. No colours stand out; everything is defined by texture. A black-and-white photograph, high-contrast but beginning to fade. The rain blurs things in the distance.
His feet (covered in black boots, waterproof) splash through puddles on the uneven tarmac of the walkway. The droplets of water that fly up in his wake are black in the shadows, shining white under the electric strip-lights. He’s dressed in dark clothes. The shirt might be blue but he’s avoiding the light, mostly, so it doesn’t really show. It looks charcoal-black.
He can’t see his partner. This is the place they said they’d meet. He knows he’s on time.
His partner will be somewhere nearby.
Where are you?
~Here.
That’s not helpful.
~Look behind you.
He looks.
There’s colour in the world, a flash of red breaking up the shades of grey.
“Bunta,” he says, just a little frustration in his voice. How did Bunta get behind him again? But Marui Bunta is a law unto himself. The redhead straightens up from his position lounging against a wall, smiles, winks, snaps his gum. He’s always chewing gum.
“How did you get there?” Jackal asks, though his tone is gentle, amused rather than angry.
“I’m just that much of a genius, I guess,” Bunta tells him laughingly, pointing fingers at him like a kid pretending to aim a gun. Bang, you’re dead.
Jackal smiles.
Jackal and Marui. Cyberpunk. They wanted a piece of the action.
I know. I should be writing other things. For now, I'm just throwing this at you lot. Have fun.
I'm posting it because if I just save it it'll sit on my harddrive and get lost and then I'll rediscover it in six months and forget what on earth I was going to do with it.
The world is monochrome. Slick black tarmac, glaring white light, rough grey concrete. Dull clouds that shift between black and white but live mostly in the space between. Rain. No colours stand out; everything is defined by texture. A black-and-white photograph, high-contrast but beginning to fade. The rain blurs things in the distance.
His feet (covered in black boots, waterproof) splash through puddles on the uneven tarmac of the walkway. The droplets of water that fly up in his wake are black in the shadows, shining white under the electric strip-lights. He’s dressed in dark clothes. The shirt might be blue but he’s avoiding the light, mostly, so it doesn’t really show. It looks charcoal-black.
He can’t see his partner. This is the place they said they’d meet. He knows he’s on time.
His partner will be somewhere nearby.
Where are you?
~Here.
That’s not helpful.
~Look behind you.
He looks.
There’s colour in the world, a flash of red breaking up the shades of grey.
“Bunta,” he says, just a little frustration in his voice. How did Bunta get behind him again? But Marui Bunta is a law unto himself. The redhead straightens up from his position lounging against a wall, smiles, winks, snaps his gum. He’s always chewing gum.
“How did you get there?” Jackal asks, though his tone is gentle, amused rather than angry.
“I’m just that much of a genius, I guess,” Bunta tells him laughingly, pointing fingers at him like a kid pretending to aim a gun. Bang, you’re dead.
Jackal smiles.
