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Post by SUNG on Jul 6, 2016 2:05:53 GMT
SHARK WEEK
| Around this time of year in America, the hotshots behind one of the bigger networks dedicate the entire week to sharks. Back on his homeworld, Xianglin had no idea what lurked in the depths of the sea. It didn't help the fact that maritime exploration wasn't a major focus of his people. Instead, they inhabited the mountains and the forests, living off the land and occasionally fishing in the ocean.
In China, where he spent most of his early years, they focused heavily on the fishing market. They, however, didn't dedicate so much time on these magnificent creatures. Marveling in the strength and ferocity of these beings, he was sure he would never be able to take on such a beast in the wild.
Alone in the den of the headquarters, he sat in darkness. Nothing but the TV's lighting and the splashing and murder of innocent seal filled the room. The panda-like creature looked on with horror at the horrendous sight. His hand reached out to his left, only to be met with an empty cup of noodles. A saddened expression overtook the fluff ball. There was no more noodles, his only source of food. Of course, he could indulge on the pile of bamboo laying in the corner of the room, but that was when he was desperate. It was his stockpile, if you will.
With what he learned from his very good friend Shamees, he managed to type in his PIN code to his cellular device and sent a text message to the humanoid being.
"SHamees. I am out of noods. Could you pls bring some more.
Thank."
With his request now taken care of, the panda resumed his scheduled broadcasting of Shark Week.
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Post by KUKUR on Jul 7, 2016 4:14:57 GMT
SHAMEES I Vigilante killings had increased over in the Philippines since the new president. It wasn't a coincidence. When the president was mayor, his iron fist rule from Davao where vigilante killings had been numerous too spread a strong anti-crime sentiment, enough for powerless citizens to pick up a gun and play on the streets. A month ago, our team had found incriminating evidence of corruption on one of the city's high-standing officer, but she had been killed before justice could be delivered. It was just like in Arkham. It was as troublesome even without the martial arts, the gadgets, or the superpowers. With just a gun, anyone had that much power. To take a life, to deny the system its justice. “Shamees?” I recognized the voice. I looked up and smiled from my desk, the monitor lighting my face with a pale blue glow. “Hey. You're still here?” Alexis switched on the lights. “I was just about to leave. Why are you still here? Working?” “Yeah.” Latest sponsorships, underground meetings, shifts in memberships, the team... I finished my email to the president of Phoenix Corporation, thanking him for providing for our vigilante organization. Eleven more emails sat waiting in my files, and new mission developments from Malaysia and India were awaiting to be looked through. “Sir Arthur is a slave driver. He wants our report finished by tomorrow morning.” “He is, isn't he?” said Alexis with a laugh. “Well, I heard him coughing pretty badly this afternoon. Maybe he would be too sick to go to work by tomorrow.” I chuckled, checking on an investigation on a slave trading that we had been following from around the globe. “He's been smoking. That might be why.” “Oh, really? I never knew. Well, I don't want to keep stalling you from finishing. See you tomorrow, Shamees.” I flashed Alexis a cordial smile. “Have a safe ride home.” My eyes went to my vibrating private phone. “Oh, Alexis, on second thought...do you mind dropping me to a convenience store?” - I dropped the two paper bags on the floor beside the table and plopped down beside Xianglin. As I thought, he was watching Animal Planet again. “I'm boiling you some hot water,” I told him, staring at the dark ceiling, my head resting on the back of the sofa. “Actually, I'll have one for myself, too.” I looked over at the television. “Shark Week?” SUNG |
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