"alright! this is a hold up!” Seven raised the gun above his head, legs planted firmly apart upon the check out counter. he placed a wide grin onto his lips, eyes switching around the group of gathered pedestrians either pressing themselves to the cool marbled ground, or forcing one another into various shelves (those in the dairy section seeming to be rather successful in popping their children behind stacks of swiss cheese). their cries of distress and prayers to the heavens above were a delight to his ears, Seven merely flashing his white pearls to the wandering eyes that gazed up at him. he couldn’t help but swing his gun around, a large collection of heads ducking under hands or the odd cereal box, cowering from the bite of a bullet.
“hey now! no need to act like there’s a gun being pointed at you!” Seven blinked, lifting up his weapon to eye level and inspecting it as if this was quite possibly the first time he had seen the thing.
erupting into a series of manic laughter (at what was probably due to his own joke), he shoved the end of his gun down the front of his trousers. clapping his hands together and then proceeding to stick them out on either side of him, Seven crouched down from his standing position so that he was closer to the huddled crowd below.
“ok! so, this is how it’s going to go! i’ve got this bag here...” from his back pocket, he lifted up the folded paper carrier in his hand, presenting it to the mass who seemed to watch his every move with wide glazed eyes. it was quite a joy to see them hanging upon his every word and action, breaking only a few times to gaze at the gun pressed into his trousers.
“and what i’d like to happen is, that it gets filled with whatever crap i desire! simple as that!” Seven leapt back onto his feet, a number of people gasping at the sudden movement. he pulled out the gun to place the end just under his chin, a cheerful grin tugging at his lips as he sifted through the assembled group, keeping in mind to check for any movement that could put his plans to ruin.
“alllllright ladies and gents! let’s get this game started! it’ll be a ball of excitement and absolute joy! guaranteed to keep you going until you just want to stop –but you can’t, else i’ll blow your head off! whee~” he threw his hand up in an enthusiastic manner, a few more gasps leaking through as all eyes were pinned onto the gun hovering above Seven’s head. ignoring this, he jumped forward from the counter to lean over on it’s very edge, pointing a finger at a man and a woman who held onto each other by the elbows.
“you two! yes you, the chained duet! grab me a sponge cake and six apples!” a moments of confusion seemed to cloud the young couple’s terror, both sets of brows lifting as they registered the odd request. seeing this, Seven placed his gun in front of himself and waved it forward, idly placing his finger tip onto the trigger. remembering their position, the pair slowly lifted themselves up to head toward the dessert section, continuing to grip onto one another and throwing backward glances at Seven.
“and don’t try anything funny! not ha ha funny, cuz it won’t be when i shoot a guy’s head off! also, i can see you in the security monitors so no texts to your buddies dressed in blue and silver badges!” he pulled back from his inclined stance and dropped down to sit crossed legged upon the check out counter, folding his arms as he happily gazed out into the masses grouped across the marble floors.
“so…while i’m waiting for dumb and dumber to fetch me what i need, are there any questions that are in dire need of answering? i won’t bite!” Seven’s eyes shifted through the various pressed forms, a few heads leaning out from in between shelves to stare, some jaws dropped. very cautiously, a young woman raised her hand, lips pinched together tightly as she spoke in a hesitant tone.
“who…exactly are you?” clearly delighted by this question, Seven rocked back until he came to perch onto his knees, still clutching onto his gun as he leaned out toward the girl.
“well…if you must know, i am the leader of a very famous gang here in Internal Hills!” to this, the young woman raised her brow, head tipping slightly to one side as if she could not entirely grasp the meaning of Seven’s words.
“a gang you say…what’s the name?” a wide eyed, blank stare was his initial response, the entire grocery falling silent as they waited for his answering tone. clearing his throat, he placed the end of the gun to his lips, eyes flickering up toward the ceiling.
uhnnn...it's something like hebah... lurlfalzinc... corrosivemama... uno..." his muttering voice sifted through various names, Seven’s lack of attention to the woman who began to slowly rise to her feet costing him dearly.
“somebody call 911 now! you, put your hands up where i can see them and drop the gun!” his gaze immediately snapped to the young female, her fingers wrapped firmly around the handle of a gun to which she pointed at Seven.
“no! no that’s not it at all! but good guess!” he jumped up to his feet, recognizing that he was now facing a cop who had happened to wander in on off duty to purchase a few items from the grocery store. below him, the entire space filled with screams of terror, multiple bodies shifting around to escape being caught in any cross fire. Seven bounced on his heels as he watched a few people taking cover under the rows of check out tables, keeping his cheerful calm despite having a loaded gun pointed directly at him.
before a single fire could be shot, he leaped forward and managed to disappear in a haze of demonic speed. reappearing behind the cop, he yanked her gun free and held his own near her face. clearly startled, a low hiss escaped the woman’s cords, though she dared not move.
“look at that…you messed up my plans. i didn’t even get the things that i asked from those two love birds i sent off. pity…it seems your going to have to pay for being such a terrible and mean person.” Seven placed his finger over the trigger of his gun, preparing to fire a single shot. though before he was able to do much, the cop elbowed him directly in the chest, causing him to drop his weapon into the open palm of his victim. spinning on her heels to face Seven, she aimed and released one round.
“BANG!” laughter moved through his cords, the fake gun’s end producing a small sheet of rolled paper that had exclamation marks printed over the entire white surface.
“thanks for the generous trade lady~ you’ve all been a wonderful audience!” saluting firmly to the shocked crowd, he spun about and headed straight through the sliding doors, immediately running into a taller frame about to enter the shop.
tags ;; sullivan
word count ;; 1, 211
muse ;; crapping out crapping out!
notes ;; too boss to have a pretty post header xP
