My Works #16 //.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but in this case it just may kill you."
Kielce is ready to seal the door to his past closed while Amos is ready to open the door to his future. Coming from the same place, they're both stri...
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Ah! Yeah! Whew!" WERE THE SOUNDS of vicious cheers coming from the group of kids as their small fists slammed into Gyro's body. No, they weren't too painful especially through the costume suit he wore but doesn't mean he was enjoying it.
One of the children then sent his foot directly up between his legs causing his shoe to crash into his frank and beans. "Ah!" Gyro yelled out of agonizing pain and his knees grew weak as he glared at the little boy through the dark suit.
If only I could slap that nappy Mohawk hairdo off his head, but I'd get fired real quick, he thought-considering he was the birthday boy whose party Gyro was working for that'll just go down hill.
"Rodney! I am so sorry. Rodney apologize!" His mother voice seeped through his ears as he slowly regained strength back into his legs.
Birthday boy, or Rodney nonchalantly said, "Sorry." He faced upward towards him as Gyro held a straight face under the big grin having costume.
"Can I use your restroom? " He asked instead of accepting the child's meaningless apology, turning to the lady. She nodded.
"It's upstairs down the hall to the right. " Making a mental note of her directions, he stepped back into the house through the glass back door as the kids uproared in yells again, playing with one another.
He looked around for any onlooking parents lingering around and then continued up the stairs. He knocked against the wooden door of the bathroom and it was vacant. He then entered slowly and shut the door behind himself.
Finally being able to take a deep breath and relax, Gyro started peeling out the hot costume suit and left it in a puddle on the floor as he was only in a white tee and Hilfiger boxers. He scratched through his beard, feeling slight itchiness as he faced the mirror. Still look good, he thought cockily and smirked at his reflection.
Gy did what he went in there to do and started to wash his hands slowly. He knitted my thick eyebrows together as he dried his hands on a hanging, decorative towel. He pulled the mirror back slowly and saw a medicine cabinet but that wasn't what flagged his attention. He took notice of the diamond necklaces, rings, and earrings that shone in the jewelry box it was in.
"Jackpot." Gyro murmured while taking out each piece of jewelry, admiring it and holding it up to the light. Very real. The man looked around the perimeter of the bathroom until his eyes landed on the window. Sitting the necklace that dangled from his hand down back in its prior place, he stepped over to the window. Gyro unhooked the latches slowly and rose it only a tad. He pulled the curtains in front of it so it's opening wouldn't be noticeable.
Gyro glanced down at the Rolex watch on his wrist and noticed that his time there was done! Quickly, he put his legs back through the suit and pulled it up on his body, zipping it. He turned the facet handle to the side to stop the water from running and left the bathroom.
