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Title: More Like Fiction
Author: no_retreat
Theme: Bullet
Genre: General
Fandoms: Sailor Moon, Rent
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
Mark Cohen wasn’t particularly too happy about his current situation, which was him crouched behind a stack of cans, quietly trying to set up his camera without drawing attention to the kids robbing the convenience store. This never happened all those other times whenever Roger kicked him out for groceries. Ah, well. If he managed to sell the footage, he could at least get something out of it.
Mark pushed aside some of the bread on the shelf above him and carefully held the camera up. Christ, why today did these guys have to rob this store? Couldn’t they have hit the other side of town?
“Come on,” the ringleader said, jabbing his gun in the clerk’s face. “Money. Now, on the counter.” As if to further the point, he shot off the gun into a display of condiments. About two feet away from Mark’s face.
Shit. Don’t let them see them see the camera... “Hey! You!”
The next thing Mark heard was the sound of a gun being cocked, and-
“WORLD SHAKING!”
Well, if his camera survived this, then everyone would want this footage. Because for one thing, robberies happened all the time. But to have an earthquake during it in fucking New York City was another.
But again, that’s if both Mark and his camera made out of there alive.
The shelf behind him had fallen over and had pinned his leg under. Camera was on the ground next to him. Glasses covered with some dust, which he promptly attempted to clean.
“Who the hell are you?” Mark looked up just in time to duck back down again as a hail of bullets started towards four women in short skirts.
Hours later (or so it had seemed) he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” He looked up as a woman with blue-green hair knelt beside him. “I-I’m fine,” he said, looking around for his camera, which he found buried underneath several bags of bread, and save for a few scratches, seemed relatively fine.
“Your leg’s stuck,” she said, “Uranus!” One of the other women came over to them, and pushed up the shelf enough for Mark to wiggle out of it.
“Thanks,” he said, staggering up.
The blonde woman, Uranus eyed his leg. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Fine, fine. I’ll walk it off.” He adjusted his glasses again. “So, um, yeah. Thanks.” Normally, he would have waited until the police got there, but right now he had to go to the Life and get a very stiff drink. That, and hope that Roger wasn’t around, as Mark’s only proof to this incident didn’t get filmed. Damn it.
Author: no_retreat
Theme: Bullet
Genre: General
Fandoms: Sailor Moon, Rent
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
Mark Cohen wasn’t particularly too happy about his current situation, which was him crouched behind a stack of cans, quietly trying to set up his camera without drawing attention to the kids robbing the convenience store. This never happened all those other times whenever Roger kicked him out for groceries. Ah, well. If he managed to sell the footage, he could at least get something out of it.
Mark pushed aside some of the bread on the shelf above him and carefully held the camera up. Christ, why today did these guys have to rob this store? Couldn’t they have hit the other side of town?
“Come on,” the ringleader said, jabbing his gun in the clerk’s face. “Money. Now, on the counter.” As if to further the point, he shot off the gun into a display of condiments. About two feet away from Mark’s face.
Shit. Don’t let them see them see the camera... “Hey! You!”
The next thing Mark heard was the sound of a gun being cocked, and-
“WORLD SHAKING!”
Well, if his camera survived this, then everyone would want this footage. Because for one thing, robberies happened all the time. But to have an earthquake during it in fucking New York City was another.
But again, that’s if both Mark and his camera made out of there alive.
The shelf behind him had fallen over and had pinned his leg under. Camera was on the ground next to him. Glasses covered with some dust, which he promptly attempted to clean.
“Who the hell are you?” Mark looked up just in time to duck back down again as a hail of bullets started towards four women in short skirts.
Hours later (or so it had seemed) he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” He looked up as a woman with blue-green hair knelt beside him. “I-I’m fine,” he said, looking around for his camera, which he found buried underneath several bags of bread, and save for a few scratches, seemed relatively fine.
“Your leg’s stuck,” she said, “Uranus!” One of the other women came over to them, and pushed up the shelf enough for Mark to wiggle out of it.
“Thanks,” he said, staggering up.
The blonde woman, Uranus eyed his leg. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Fine, fine. I’ll walk it off.” He adjusted his glasses again. “So, um, yeah. Thanks.” Normally, he would have waited until the police got there, but right now he had to go to the Life and get a very stiff drink. That, and hope that Roger wasn’t around, as Mark’s only proof to this incident didn’t get filmed. Damn it.
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