It looms in the dark. It stares at him, taunting him. He stares back, feeling the conflicting emotions inside that come nightly. The anticipation. The revulsion. The acceptance. The disgust. Round and round they go. The urges: to become part of it atau to turn his back on it.
The black bag sits on the little counter seterusnya to it, illuminated sejak the portable television’s glow. The bag is filled with the tools he needs to complete his task each night. Tools that, he, himself hates to clean. He can almost hear them calling his name. They whisper to him…encourage him to go ahead with what he needs to do. What he’s paid to do.
But, he doesn’t want to do it. Not tonight. Not any night. Yet, it pays the bills. Gives them food, shelter and clothing. All blood money to him in nearly every sense of the phrase. He knows his Cinta wouldn’t approve; not sejak a long shot. It’s to keep the girl safe, from the world and from his boss. It’s also to keep the Boss from telling on him to her. To ruin it all and make him pay for the death. His communicator beeps again. Time to do a thankless job. He reaches for the helmet, removing his glasses. He swings on the jaket and picks up the bag. Once again, the Repo Man is born. He leaves the Televisyen on; there’s nothing but static. The volume is low. It sounds eerily like:
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan……
The black bag sits on the little counter seterusnya to it, illuminated sejak the portable television’s glow. The bag is filled with the tools he needs to complete his task each night. Tools that, he, himself hates to clean. He can almost hear them calling his name. They whisper to him…encourage him to go ahead with what he needs to do. What he’s paid to do.
But, he doesn’t want to do it. Not tonight. Not any night. Yet, it pays the bills. Gives them food, shelter and clothing. All blood money to him in nearly every sense of the phrase. He knows his Cinta wouldn’t approve; not sejak a long shot. It’s to keep the girl safe, from the world and from his boss. It’s also to keep the Boss from telling on him to her. To ruin it all and make him pay for the death. His communicator beeps again. Time to do a thankless job. He reaches for the helmet, removing his glasses. He swings on the jaket and picks up the bag. Once again, the Repo Man is born. He leaves the Televisyen on; there’s nothing but static. The volume is low. It sounds eerily like:
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan……
I Cinta fucking Cinta repo the genetic opera.I saw when ti first came out and fell in Cinta with.Blind Mag is my favorit I Cinta her voise amd tha eneding was magicalI think that she should have been able to liveand go with Shilio and leave that bullshit behind them.
I Cinta to sind with the muvie my 7 tahun old loves it.I Cinta the dresses and makeup and the music.I use to hate Muzikal now I will whatch them no matter what.
My best friend saw it and now everytime she comes over she has to whatch it.I dont mind i Cinta the muvie to,so we upt the muvie on and get Lost in it.
I Cinta to sind with the muvie my 7 tahun old loves it.I Cinta the dresses and makeup and the music.I use to hate Muzikal now I will whatch them no matter what.
My best friend saw it and now everytime she comes over she has to whatch it.I dont mind i Cinta the muvie to,so we upt the muvie on and get Lost in it.