Town Dating

A Story by Abishai100

An inventive (epic) fanfiction of a poignant (2010) American street-subculture film about the 'atmosphere' of Homeland (New England) detections...for a bureaucracy-Romanticism (in darkness).

My epic fanfiction of The Town (Ben Affleck). Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the original/referenced film and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression of creative language-arts (for 'open' comments).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "So I visited my alcoholic-incarcerated troubled emotional father (Emit) in Boston-town jail to talk about the departure of mom, my newfound interest in blood-diamond vigilantism heist/swap for eco-capitalism super vision in the Town veiling my reluctance to disclose my non-telemarketing extra credit career with him, my daydream of departing for a Brussels sprout eatery-dive venture and finding a lady-hawk of incomplete-distances readings for life-restorations, and perchance department-store Selfie-culture image for consumerism 'bridge' games to American Homeland wind (for the Ego)."

BANK MANAGER: This guy hit our bank twice, swapping Ion-company gems with toys.

INTERVIEW: Each time he was claiming he was a street-theater artist for box-photos?

BANK MANAGER: Each time we thought it was an agent of a rival of Ion.

INTERVIEW: Each time he used a street-theater prop water-gun filled with acid.

BANK MANAGER: Each time he left insurance note, "Blood-diamond rumor deed."

INTERVIEW: Each time, the end-result is street-insurance theater for examination(s).

BANK MANAGER: This had drawn (Interpol-relation?) eye for blood-diamond data.

INTERVIEW: Wow...Boston-town 'vigilante' doc for a bureaucracy-reading flare.

BANK MANAGER: Ghost-magic (damn).

Amlan Satan worked as a telemarketer in Boston-town and played chess on Saturdays in Harvard-Sq. and learned to embrace the finery-culture of the pluralism-trafficked town of incomplete-distances readings to treasure-insurance for consumerism-confidence 'sullied' (somehow!) by (rumored) blood-diamond (conflict-zone gems mined by warlords in Africa for smugglers-highways and cheap-labor outsourcing/exploitations) storages (Ion-company). He'd been inspired by the work of Edward Abbey and concocted this 'vigilante' minded double heist/swap of (rumored/insured) Ion-company treasures with eco-capitalism message glass-animal figurines for a capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' consciousness requiring a theater-prop set of water-guns inserted with a thin-glass tube and filled with HCL (wow). The New England cyber-fanzine (Dartmouth) called it a "potential insider-doc work with diamond-insurance language hype creating blood-diamond 'rumors' in the streets of the Town (wow)."

INTERVIEW: You choose to remain anonymous.

SATAN: Call me Shadow, man, of the Town (Boston, New England).

INTERVIEW: You're some (Interpol-relation) insider-man agent for bureaucracy-chess?

SATAN: You can say that!

INTERVIEW: What if we don't believe you and the double-deed was by 2 individuals?

SATAN: I wouldn't blame ya...I've seen social media images...different-looking folks!

INTERVIEW: That's the lore of rumored eco-capitalism 'badness'...theater/Halloween.

SATAN: Hasn't pirate dye seen a resurrection in cinema (Facebook like)?

INTERVIEW: Ha, that's (somehow) true.

SATAN: Thanx (good luck)...and Happy Halloween.

What would he tell his lady-friend, waitress of Boston-town (Esmerelda)?

ESMERELDA: Belgian flight.

SATAN: Why not...for a bistro venture (with earned savings)?

ESMERELDA: You don't know anything about this street blood-diamond gossip.

SATAN: That's accurate, Ezzy; I want a capitalist-dye; you can do your art-thing.

ESMERELDA: Sounds like 'good' fiction definition.

SATAN: I read those cyber-comments by the newly-assigned Town-policewoman.

The new town-policewoman, Shelbye O'Hara, thought this apparent vigilante or insider-agent or Ion-rival insurance street-theater 'deed' was acquired (in double-heist) by the same individual, and the person/culprit was no 'intelligence-man' but someone who fancied a special musketeer-adventurism and crafted it all for some (secret!) eco-capitalism 'consciousness' circulation(s) for New England consumerism (wow). Amlan Satan mailed Shelbye a (fake) gem-and-opal stone treasure-ring with the note, "Digits, from the Shadow."

SHELBYE: I got a strange Selfie-photo from 'Shadow' from a department-store.

POLICE-CHIEF: Target; perchance a consumerism-traffic sarcasm-photo comment?

SHELBYE: Maybe this 'Shadow' simply took a photo of a store-customer (for me?).

POLICE-CHIEF: It this is some (Interpol-relation?) labyrinth, you're being brushed!

SHELBYE: I'm not departing from this Town-matter for a consumerism-poke, chief.

POLICE-CHIEF: If this guy's James Bond or the Pink Panther....think duty free.

SHELBYE: Target (thanx).

Shelbye transferred into Boston-town from another precinct/town, and she hoped to impress hew New England chief with this track of the 'Shadow' (Mr. Amlan Satan) who was now already in Belgium with Esmerelda ('Ezzy'). Perchance however, Officer O'Hara would become a Town-celebrity for this insider-chess with (rumored/insured) blood-diamond materialities leviathans (for bureaucracy's dye).

Amlan and Ezzy made 'toast' of their pseudo-vigilante post-deed flight to Belgium with a world-exchange 'symbolic' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to recount what they (both) learned from Town-philosophy...incomplete-distances to hospitality-readings for the 'bread' of American Homeland capitalism-race 'chess' definition (sure).