Obviously, I was using the term “hero” very loosely here. The “hero” on the roof clearly wasn't any of the four great heroes, and was even inept enough to completely misinterpret the situation here. If the kid wasn't careful, he'd end up dead in an alleyway in no time. It takes a lot of smarts to avoid being killed by the bad guys.
He was dressed stylishly, but didn't have the presence of a true hero. It was more like a youngster playing dress up.
I yelled back up to him. “Leave this to the professionals! Call the police to clean up, or help us shoo off this punk!”
The mugger didn't seem like he was planning on going any where. In fact, he looked like he was trying hard not to pass out from being flung into a wall.
Maybe Charles wouldn't need to carry around a handgun to defend himself after all...
Charles was making no move to finish off the mugger, but he was wearing an expression as if he was staring at something nasty he was about to wipe off his shoes.
The “hero” looked down at us and hollered, “Don't you dare touch him! Or I'll ensure you're paid back in kind!”
My father suddenly joined in our long-distance conversation and boomed back, “In that case, you can help pay for these two chickens! Your 'friend' lying there is responsible for accosting our customer and ruining our merchandise!”
The “hero” looked taken aback. He said something that we couldn't quite catch and disappeared from the rooftop.
“Is he gone then?” I asked, mostly to myself.
Charles was back to his usual unruffled appearance, although he was still carefully watching the mugger. He replied, “The hero said he would be coming down to deal with the miscreant.”
I frowned. “Do you think that guy will be taking the stairs or the elevators down from the roof?”
The “hero” reappeared at the roof's edge, lowered a rope down, and began climbing.
Why does this look so pathetic...?
We patiently waited for him to inch slowly downward until he finally made it back to the ground. My father spent the time we were waiting to wipe down the counter once more. ~~~~~ XD I can totally imagine the chicken merchant and his father being Dragon Peace fans now! For the animals!
Re: Story 4: A Day in the Life of
Date: 2015-04-09 03:15 am (UTC)He was dressed stylishly, but didn't have the presence of a true hero. It was more like a youngster playing dress up.
I yelled back up to him. “Leave this to the professionals! Call the police to clean up, or help us shoo off this punk!”
The mugger didn't seem like he was planning on going any where. In fact, he looked like he was trying hard not to pass out from being flung into a wall.
Maybe Charles wouldn't need to carry around a handgun to defend himself after all...
Charles was making no move to finish off the mugger, but he was wearing an expression as if he was staring at something nasty he was about to wipe off his shoes.
The “hero” looked down at us and hollered, “Don't you dare touch him! Or I'll ensure you're paid back in kind!”
My father suddenly joined in our long-distance conversation and boomed back, “In that case, you can help pay for these two chickens! Your 'friend' lying there is responsible for accosting our customer and ruining our merchandise!”
The “hero” looked taken aback. He said something that we couldn't quite catch and disappeared from the rooftop.
“Is he gone then?” I asked, mostly to myself.
Charles was back to his usual unruffled appearance, although he was still carefully watching the mugger. He replied, “The hero said he would be coming down to deal with the miscreant.”
I frowned. “Do you think that guy will be taking the stairs or the elevators down from the roof?”
The “hero” reappeared at the roof's edge, lowered a rope down, and began climbing.
Why does this look so pathetic...?
We patiently waited for him to inch slowly downward until he finally made it back to the ground. My father spent the time we were waiting to wipe down the counter once more.
~~~~~
XD I can totally imagine the chicken merchant and his father being Dragon Peace fans now! For the animals!