Post by Krähe on Nov 10, 2018 21:24:20 GMT -5
The streets were quite after the night rain when Daniel “Danny” Motello made his way into the alley. Sun light hadn't quite started to peek on the horizon and every was dark. Danny fancied he could feel that dawn in his bones though.
Lately every dawn felt a little heavier, but then owing a substantial amount of money to the wrong person will do that. It was ok though this was just a run of bad luck. Tomorrow...well tonight would be different.
“You take sixteen tons...and what do you get.” Danny stumbled on one the many cracks interrupting his slightly slurred song, but he regained his balance with the surprising ease of someone used to losing it. “Another day older-”
“And deeper in debt, Hello Danny.” The verse was finished for him from the shadows near the car beside him.
Something about the smooth voice with the rough edges nagged at his memory. He had heard that voice before, but at the time it was a lighter variation...He squinted trying to bring the world into focus as a figure stepped up to him from the shadows.
“What the...Zac?” Somehow Danny sounded even more confused after recognizing his...visitor? “Wh-what.” He paused in mid speech to clear his throat, and shifted in an attempt to stand straighter. Doing his best to hide his unease. “What are you doing here? The games over for the night.”
Krähe watched the man before him with a lazy patience. The smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth was slow and full of dark amusement. He knew it likely did nothing to put the man before him at ease, but honestly that wasn't high on his list of priorities.
“Well Danny you were right about the house not always winning, but have you forgotten that it always collects?” Danny didn't even think before turning to run. Likely why he made such a stupid mistake in the first place.
Krähe's lazy grin turned wolfish as he had the man in wrapped in a hold, before he had taken even a hand full of steps. A white cloth was pressed against Danny's nose, and soon he was being rolled into the plastic lined trunk of the car he stood beside.
It all happened in a matter of minutes the poor lamb in wolf's suit never stood a chance. Perhaps if had realized this far sooner he wouldn't be taking a ride in the back now.
Krähe couldn't help but pause and shake his head at his new unwilling passenger. Honestly while the man still reminded him of Cross Recoba in this moment the two men couldn't be more different. Cross never would have made such a stupid move. Still there was something about Cross that nagged at Krähe, and the match had just increased the inkling.
He wasn't going to solve any puzzles by staring at the contents of his trunk however, so with a sigh he let the back slam shut. Leaving him to meet the eyes of his own reflection in the glass.
Just like that pieces began to fall into place, and that nagging sensation began to clear. “Well then that does make a stupid sort of sense, doesn't it Danny?”
Danny of course didn't answer, as he was currently unconscious. No, only silence met Krähe's words, before that too was interrupted by a polka ringtone.
Thoughts interrupted Krähe began to move once more, answering his phone as he slid behind the wheel.
“Krähe...I'm listening...Hmm, tell you what I'm feeling a bit hungry myself. There's a place called Bar Pasticceria Gelateria Parenti Silvano, I’ll meet you there at oh around seven tonight?”
Whatever the answer was Krähe didn't bother to reply or say goodbye before hanging up. Another small smile twisted the corner of his mouth, before he pulled out onto the road singing the rest of Danny's song under his breath.
“Saint Peter don't call me cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.”
Lately every dawn felt a little heavier, but then owing a substantial amount of money to the wrong person will do that. It was ok though this was just a run of bad luck. Tomorrow...well tonight would be different.
“You take sixteen tons...and what do you get.” Danny stumbled on one the many cracks interrupting his slightly slurred song, but he regained his balance with the surprising ease of someone used to losing it. “Another day older-”
“And deeper in debt, Hello Danny.” The verse was finished for him from the shadows near the car beside him.
Something about the smooth voice with the rough edges nagged at his memory. He had heard that voice before, but at the time it was a lighter variation...He squinted trying to bring the world into focus as a figure stepped up to him from the shadows.
“What the...Zac?” Somehow Danny sounded even more confused after recognizing his...visitor? “Wh-what.” He paused in mid speech to clear his throat, and shifted in an attempt to stand straighter. Doing his best to hide his unease. “What are you doing here? The games over for the night.”
Krähe watched the man before him with a lazy patience. The smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth was slow and full of dark amusement. He knew it likely did nothing to put the man before him at ease, but honestly that wasn't high on his list of priorities.
“Well Danny you were right about the house not always winning, but have you forgotten that it always collects?” Danny didn't even think before turning to run. Likely why he made such a stupid mistake in the first place.
Krähe's lazy grin turned wolfish as he had the man in wrapped in a hold, before he had taken even a hand full of steps. A white cloth was pressed against Danny's nose, and soon he was being rolled into the plastic lined trunk of the car he stood beside.
It all happened in a matter of minutes the poor lamb in wolf's suit never stood a chance. Perhaps if had realized this far sooner he wouldn't be taking a ride in the back now.
Krähe couldn't help but pause and shake his head at his new unwilling passenger. Honestly while the man still reminded him of Cross Recoba in this moment the two men couldn't be more different. Cross never would have made such a stupid move. Still there was something about Cross that nagged at Krähe, and the match had just increased the inkling.
He wasn't going to solve any puzzles by staring at the contents of his trunk however, so with a sigh he let the back slam shut. Leaving him to meet the eyes of his own reflection in the glass.
Just like that pieces began to fall into place, and that nagging sensation began to clear. “Well then that does make a stupid sort of sense, doesn't it Danny?”
Danny of course didn't answer, as he was currently unconscious. No, only silence met Krähe's words, before that too was interrupted by a polka ringtone.
Thoughts interrupted Krähe began to move once more, answering his phone as he slid behind the wheel.
“Krähe...I'm listening...Hmm, tell you what I'm feeling a bit hungry myself. There's a place called Bar Pasticceria Gelateria Parenti Silvano, I’ll meet you there at oh around seven tonight?”
Whatever the answer was Krähe didn't bother to reply or say goodbye before hanging up. Another small smile twisted the corner of his mouth, before he pulled out onto the road singing the rest of Danny's song under his breath.
“Saint Peter don't call me cause I can't go, I owe my soul to the company store.”