..More of that drabble. I managed to fixed the glaring awfulness that I just noticed. Made some sentence structures much more simple.
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Jayson made his way up the flights of the spiral grand staircase; No one stopped his eager progression. He was swimming with equal amounts colorful balloons and innumerable cheerful people; the deafening throbbing of the base echoing up his feet and settling into his bones.
Jayson made his escape from the crowd largely unnoticed; The DJ far below coaxed his favorite song from the boxy turntable, vibrating the very walls in loud celebration. He deftly slipped under the bright warning tape strung across the halls on the third level and soon found the 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 soon 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 his smile fading slightly. 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 forced his eyes away from the beckoning threat before him.
"Cho..?" He called hopefully, voice stupidly a whisper in his own ears, and not likely to be heard by much of anyone over the din.
He could not be alone in this darkened room of broken lights.. Filled as it was with rotted bits of wood, whole chunks missing from the floor, and that dead drop looming before him.
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 the crossed legs cradling the shot gun with an ease that spoke of much practice. "You and me...We need to have words..."
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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