Killing-Ophelia

A Story by Abishai100

A Charlotte-land treasure faerie-tale of complex shape(s) yields a mod-Homeland migration 'examination' for a lovely teller...and a 'wire' thief.

A 'hip' adaptation/fanfiction of Killing Zoe (Roger Avary). Thanks so much for reading!

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie-adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' exercise in creative arts (for 'open' imaging).

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In the age of the Coronavirus, a Carolinas bank-robber used the street-traffic of undetectable faces/masks to perform a daring/dark blood-diamond bank-box swap (Ion-company) and used (Interpol-relation) exchange(s) commission(s) to create a fanbase/fund for his new 'underground' world-group (FIRA). This was a strange 'handshake' for social-media street culture concerning the 'personality' behind capitalism-race motion(s), but this thief (Amlan Satan) had a special 'examination' for the raw Romanticism behind federalism/insurances (for social commentary/interest).

BANK MANAGER: "This 'Robin-Hood' character used his street-theater toy acid-rifle (filled with hot-acid) and burned the box to make the gem-swap (Ion-company) and claimed it was a 'prepaid-insurance' social media message about some (insured) world-group initiative tied with Friends of Sinn Fein and UK-Parliament smugglers-highways concerns destabilizing Protestant-Catholic 'chess-stalemate' interest/rates in Northern Ireland...leaving us thinking (simply) there'd become a new 'expression' for North Carolina materialism-reading (for the Ego)."

The thief (Amlan Satan) had become a prominent Algerian-American Carolinas-citizen/investor who made $15M on Wall-St. (Ford) during the 2009 mini-crash and had considered himself a newborn social-media culture diplomat/messenger of the pedestrian/consumer 'street' color of all that had become a capitalism-race 'examination' for materialism-readings (for fashion/storytelling!).

AMLAN SATAN: The real trick was using my insider-lady, Ophelia, a British-Catholic descended Carolina teller who I took as hostage prior to the heist, informing her I knew of her home-address and needed this 'chess-queen' to create the timing to make the entire 'media-message stunt' seem somehow orchestrated, despite my 'colored' use of a street-theater prop toy water-rifle, which I inserted with HCL I made in the Charlotte bank restroom (Diary Entry - Time Capsule).

This was quite a bank (really), and Mr. Satan, our protagonist 'antihero' used this blood-diamond insurance-theater message 'deed' to create a special North Carolina street-chat concerning the securities-traffic examinations for treasure-motions in the post-9/11 era Homeland.

CITY MAYOR: Perhaps blood-diamond street-insurance chat casts our city as a special 'messenger' for the mod-Homeland diplomacy about piracy woe(s)...and infrastructural matter (for sociology!).

OPHELIA: What if I refuse, you rascal?
SATAN: You shan't refuse this special proposal, darling Ophelia of Shakespeare-IQ!

OPHELIA: You mean to make me a 'personnel' for your Romanticism-deed (no?).

SATAN: I do; in deed, I consider this Carolinas-venture cool interest for bonds.

OPHELIA: What if I refuse, you rascal?
SATAN: I just might sit in that tree by your apartment window every Halloween.

OPHELIA: Damn...I'll still try to escape...and make commentary on Facebook.

SATAN: Wow...didn't think you're a fan of this 'empire' of social-media imagery!

The bank was the right-stuff for interior infiltrations/chess, and Amlan Satan played the game of blood-diamond 'daring' to a perfect-T, though he had to disorient the lone-escorting guardsman (Leo) by shooting him (slightly) in the foot with his acid-gun when he revealed his 'true' agenda, and he walked out with his 'mock-hostage' (Ophelia) hoping he'd 'spin' this entire misadventure into a cyber-tale about the quality of capitalism-race infrastructure photography (hmm).

POLICEMAN: "We're assigned to determine the level(s) of 'scars' of our prestigious bank-vault photo-imagery (for social media rationalizations)."

INTERPOL: Blood diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and makes 'rogue' piracy woe(s).

OPHELIA: Now you wish to take me to the park for a picnic in autumn, rascal?
SATAN: What'd you think I'd vanish after your 'dashing' assistance inside the bank?
OPHELIA: I'm a Charlotte librarian (now), Amlan Satan.

SATAN: I would've killed you (for your poverty-of-silence).

OPHELIA: Are you really invested in Protestant-Catholic politics for Carolina-write?

SATAN: Maybe...at least you are now (too)!

OPHELIA: I suppose that's what I'd post on Facebook/Charlotte.

SATAN: Wow.

While Satan's 'Shakespearean' Ophelia considered the 'daring' proposal for 'true romance' in the Carolinas, Amlan orchestrated his departure from the Homeland with his 'darling' and sought to make a Brussels-sprout retirement-package tied with his newfound dream of becoming a capitalism-race 'insider' fantasy-writer. Was this good for social media...or materialism readings of beasts? What do you think?

OPHELIA: Here's some luchi-bread for a thanksgiving-brunch in Belgium.

SATAN: Wow...seems we've become quite the Bonnie/Clyde of journal-writing.

OPHELIA: You're being sarcastic about luchi, now?

SATAN: I love you...I'll write (something) about this luchi-matter.

Amlan/Ophelia enjoyed a nice film-adaptation of Ophelia (Shakespeare) in Belgium and considered a chance of spinning some street-enchantment yarn about wrought fortune-readings/dreams in the new millennium drawing in us (all) a special 'image' of castles-and-mysteries (for the Ego).

DETECTIVE: No one cares about Leo's foot, and it's because this blood-diamond 'rumor-mess' has eco-idealists talking 'openly' about Earth-conscious mineral-mining for world-traffic journals (damn); but it's (in 'all' irony) good for Charlotte's social media bread (hmm).

OPHELIA: I'm teaching you the chess-castle magic-move, Satan.

SATAN: Distance from the Carolinas draws in you a romance-face for chess?

OPHELIA: You've transformed into quite the humbled writer-for-historianship.

SATAN: I thought (or hoped) that's what I'd always seemed to you (maybe).

OPHELIA: Good.

What will you remember (mostly) about this 'dark' tale of ironical capitalism-race insurance/securities/diamond 'romance' for the Ego? Perhaps we'll recount that Robin-Hood oriented 'chess' face/image of Mr. Satan as a visage of what's made today's forms for treasure-motions/insurance a hand-fiction for the 'quality' of erected Earth-bread (for all of us).