Well, this Silver-san had no pent up rage. He was merely boared and in need of some fun while staying up late one night(which is true irl). And so, remembering the awesome Roy-Boys Mustang convertable, jet black, sleek and perfect in every which way, Silver decided to destroy the car of his dreams. Hell, he was board, and besides, if he couldn't have it, Roy couldn't.
So, clad in his usually daily attire of black*he has no need to dress in black, as he already usually is*, Silver snuck off to central headquarters to Roys place with a casual stride. to any late night passerby, he was the averange every day, or in this case, every night, latenight walker, out for a stroll.
Reaching headquarters, Silver strolled casually through the gates and of towards the dorm buildings/apartment buildings to find roys place. It wasn't hard to find. Nor was his car. The top was down, showing off the nice leather seats and black and chorner interior. running his gloved fingers along the slek jet black paint job, Silver found the door handle and opened the car door, sliding cooly into the seat as if he owned the thing.
The door shut easily, as though it were brand new, Roy treated the car so well. Sad thing was, Roy never shown it any exctement. No. Though Silver did that for Roy, when ever he 'borrowed' th Mustang convertable from the colonel.
grasping the wheel, Silver sat back and imagined the road, and himself driving over the limits, as he had many times before, a grin srpeading to his features. then letting it fade, a new, more scavengerous, or intrigued sort of feature formed upon his face. Silver ran his hand down under the dash board and with a light yank, tore out a panel, reveling a sries of colored wires. with quick percision, silver chose two specific wires, with he brought togther a few times.
In but a few moments, the Mustang Convertable hummed to life. It's engine was quiet, like a purr. Even now, no one had heard the engine. All state officials, including the colonel himself, lay wearily in bed yet, unawares of Silver's doing's.
Taking the wheel in hand and shifting gears, Silver tore out of the parking space as if there were no tomorrow, and took his dream ride for a cruise around central headquarters parade deck. Doughnuts and figure eights. A few wheelies, if he could gain the needed speed. And before any officials could be awoken by his joy ride, Silver tore out of the parade deck, through the CHQ gates and onto the streets of Central, where he could further wreck havock upon the unbeknowest city.
The night of fun was short played, As Silver soon became boared with his fun in the dream ride of his life. It t'was sad really. Hwo he could become bored with such a beauty in such a short period of time. And It'd be a pity to see her go to waste, too.
After racking up speeding tickets and breking the law a few hundred times that night, Silver drove the Mustang Convertable back to headquarters.
The paint job was just as sleek as ever, the engine with hummed and purred as quiet as a kitten. That freash new car smell still resided in the leather, black and chrome interior. Besides the panel ilver tore out to Hot wire the car and the slightly smoother tires from burning rubber all over town), no one would ever know the car had been taken! that is until It's noticed missing this morning.
Parking the car in the center of the parade deck, having it placed just right, Silver shut down the engine. He un-wired the car and put it all back the way it was before he 'borrowed' the colonels car and re-placed it onto the parade deck. Silver removed himself from the dream ride, took a few paces away from the car, and circled it a few times. His gloved hands often running along the sleek jet black paint job. He shook his head softly as he stepped back, and murmured softly to himself.
"Such a waste...."
He grinned suddenly and pulled off one dark black glove. from his pocket he took a white glove, much like his black ones, but on the top side, drawn in red, was a transmutation circle. Roys, to be precise. Another little something he'd sliped from the colonel the day before. Though unlike the car, he'd return Roy his glove.
Slipping the flame Alchmists glove onto his own hand, Silver adjusted his fingers into the semi course materialed glove. Then Raising his hand, he pointed it limping at the car. Turnign his hand, palm side up, he stared down the car blankly. With a silent, Hmph, Silver smapped his fingers, setting the car ablaze. the jet black paint job slowly darkened in th flames. The leather interior, burning, give off the crude scent of burning flesh. Melting plastic within the car sixxled and hissed, bubbling in the heat.
With little interest to watch the fire much longer, Silver turned his back and began to walk away, his black longcoat flutter in the wind that even now teased the flames, as if the attempt to put them out. Though merely playing. Suddenly, Silver rose his arm in the air, a loud explosion soon following. the hot air and wind from the explosion flew past Silver, tugging and tearing at his long coat, the flames behind him, dancing in his dark Romani's.
"Such a Waste...", He murmured, Before dissapeared out the gates of Central headquarters and down an ally, taking a short cut to his apartment, as restless sleepers began to wake, and leave theri warm beds and dorms, to gather round the flaming heap that was once the colonels car....
(Wootness!! XD Ain't I an a**!?)
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