Crimsdale
14-04-2004, 05:16
The mans face was dirty he looked as though he hadn't showered for months. His ruffled jacket proudly sported the old regimes emblem, his pant were torn and muddy. His eyes darted to and fro as he entered the theater, he scanned the large room for a seat but none seemed available. His shoulders were giving way to the heavyness of the pack that lay saddled attop his back. He spotted a chair next to a group of boys it was covered in popcorn and pop but that wouldn't matter soon. He made his way past the people eagerly awaiting the famed films start. The movie was about one of the heros from the civil war. It was number one at the box office. He sat down and removed the pack. Minuites passed and the lights dimmed. The theater was packed to the brim. The man was positioned more to the front just a little to the left. As the movie began the man reached into his pack. his hands rummaged around fevourishly, an older lady to his left kept giving him glares, but the man kept at whatever he was doing. Stopping shortly after he reached into hispocket with satisfaction and pulled out a cigar and smurked. After a couple drags the man pulled out a black wooden box and choughed. Just then Two other men stood up one to the top right the other not but two rows above to his left. he then sneezed and so did the other men in conformation. Just as the older lady stood up to leave in discomfort a large explosion ripped throught the top of the room the seconds later another, and smiling the dirty man pushed the button on the wooden box. The room was full of Fire and the theater shook in pain. Smoke followed by screams and the dust settled after minuites of blindness. The Small country of Crimsdale was rocked.