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Feb 20, 2014 12:20PM
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Alexandra entered the library, eyeing the walls up and down. Looked easy enough. In a single bound, she lept to the balcony, scaling up to the fourth floor
Alexandra hoisted herself up and over amother railing, until she was balancing precariously of the railing of the fourth floor
Justin looks up and sees a girl he laughs " hey " he calls out
Alexandra looked down as she walked along the railing as if she were a ballet dancer, "hello" she called down to him
He laughs " your balance aren't you " he says making his way up
"What?" She called out, Not quite hearing him. She was used to walking likr this, there were many fences she had walked in the same fashion
He stands beside her " I said you were balanced " he says laughing
"Yes" she repied, doibg a cartwheel along the railing, her balance perfect
He laughs " very good " he says
Zlatan walked into the library. Internally, he hated it. It was a symbol of the organisations that oppressed and subjugated him. That threatened him with imprisonment to blackmail him into their service. He wanted it to burn. He yearned to see the bookcases collapse under the weight of flame and to see the books dance into ashes.
Justin looks down and sees someone who looked angry he laughs
He envisioned the library enflamed, pictured the fire as it spread to consume this unjust institution. The liberating flames seemed almost real to him, as a smile appeared on his face.
Alexandra looked doing, seeing another guy enter
Having been addressed, Zlatan snapped into focus. He looked up, scowling at the interruption, more so it being from a puppet fool of this pathetic government.
He laughs " sourpuss " he says
Another hateful imagining emerged; of the things Zlatan would carve into the ignorant puppet's flesh with knives.
" you really are grumpy aren't you " he says jumping down
Alexandra ignored the both of them, still continuing along tbe railing
"I have cause to be, puppet." Zlatan replied, deceptively calm of voice.
"And you don't even recognise it!" Zlatan declared amusedly.
Alexandra flipped herself from the fourth floor railing to the third in one swift movement
" if you mean what I think I'm not even American " he says
"I don't see where nationality comes into things..."
" then what do you mean " he asks curios
"You have no value, save what they can use you for."
" I have value " he says laughing
Alexandra listened closely to their conversation
Justin looks up " eavesdropper " he says laughing
Zlatan smiled and shook his head. "You have no more value than the others I killed."
" and why would you say that " he asks still looking up
He shrugged. "Because it's true. And they can't have had any value, because I'm still here, and not in prison."
Alexandra rolled her eyes, "its kind of part of the job"
" well either way I have value and anyways why would you says I have none it's not like you have anymore " he says
" ya but your not supposed to get caught " he reminds her
Zlatan looked up at her. "You misunderstand. Who I killed I killed for myself, not some corrupt organisation."
" ok then I never said I cared " he says climbing back up onto the shelves
"I meant about the eavesdropping" she said, "not the killing"
" I know " he says smiling and looking at her
Zlatan pondered upon their ignorance, wondering what could explain their reactions to an apathetic murderers honest and unremorseful confession.
Justin laughs " I think we are all used to death buddy don't go around thinking everyone while gasp at your confession " he says
Zlatan shrugged finally. "What a well trained puppet you are."
" I'm not a puppet " he says shrugging
Alexandra looked at them strangly. Justin was overly happy and the other overly sad. It was weird
Justin notices her look and laughs " sorry I'm hyper at times I'm usually not but " he shrugs
"Of course, to deny it is only natural."
