..Continuing my work on the drabble, and it's still a bit clunky to me..
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The deafening throbbing of the base echoed up his feet. It was his favorite song the DJ cranked to vibrate the very walls, and it was all he could do to make his way up the three flights on the spiral grand staircase.
No one stopped his eager progression. One moment he was swimming with equal amounts colorful balloons and innumerable cheerful people. The next, he made his escape from the crowd. He deftly slipped under the bright warning tape strung across the halls and selected a particular, shabby door.
He closed his hand on the ancient doorknob and felt the creak through his entire body as he reluctantly closed it behind him. Only the slightly muffled end of the bouncing thrum of Daft Punk wafted through the chipped paint,. Another familiar rhythm skillfully faded in. And he grinned.
By the unforgettable base line..it had to be.. He could hear the chorus carried on that mournful Morrison voice, barely a whisper through the bare wood that remained of the wall..People are strange...
...when you're the stranger...
He looked about the room he entered, and immediately regretted it. He smile faded, but did not die;"The Doors" had the sound that always made him smile.
There, right across from him, was the open balcony. The decorative wrought iron did nothing to hide the view; the dizzying height, even from this distance, made him instinctively press his back against the wall. A slight breeze billowed the curtains towards him, almost as if they were welcoming arms.
He shook his head slightly, and swallowed his bile. Forced his eyes away from the beckoning threat before him, keenly aware of how alone he was.
"Cho..?" He called hopefully, voice stupidly a whisper in his own ears.
He could not be alone in this darkened room of broken lights.. Filled rotted bits of wood, whole chunks missing from the floor, and that dead drop looming before him just over there.
Helped along by the glint of a broken mirror on the far wall, he barely managed picking out a vaguely person-shaped darkness amongst the gloom of the far end.
"Cho..?" He called again, louder this time. "Why'd you want here of all.."
The was a loud metallic click, followed by the sudden brightness. He blinked quickly.
"If you're the one going with my daughter..." He heard a deep gravelly voice say. He watched as the man nursed a curl of smoke from the cigarette at his lips, and couldn't help but notice crossed legs cradling a shot gun with an ease that spoke of much use. "You and me...We need to talk."
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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