Arms and the Wednesday

A Story by Abishai100

A blood-diamond thief in Canada makes for a special-day swap with glass-animals for eco-capitalism 'art' for what's construed as vigilante-Romanticism, but with a teller-detour.

A 'cool' fanfiction of Killing Zoe (Roger Avary). Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the city of Toronto (Canada) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for creative theater/arts (for 'open' interpretations).

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AMLAN SATAN: "After reading Zinn, eco-capitalism's got fresh-face for Toronto's wind."

Amlan Satan learned of a special rumored/insured blood-diamond storage in a Canadian bank that moved him to a special 'vigilante' reading for the flare of North American watches, and he entered the house of a female bank-teller (Ezzy) after discovering her address and prepped her for heist-day to be a 'mock' hostage for a glass-animal miniatures (toys!) swap for street insurance chatter that would draw (Interpol-relation?) consumerism-citizenry commentary (hmmm).

BANK MANAGER: He had a Scarecrow-costume and water-gun filled with acid (a theater!).

INTERVIEW: He claimed he had media bank-box photo IQ for a cyber-fanzine?

BANK MANAGER: He was either Interpol-relation or a rival of the Ion-company for theater!

INTERVIEW: He used teller-Ezzy as a 'mock' hostage for the deed, escorted by guardsman?

BANK MANAGER: Ezzy quit the next-day, and Canada's all aflame with eco-capitalism chess!

INTERVIEW: The guardsman (Leo) was left with note, "Insured theater for blood-diamond IQ."

BANK MANAGER: We (surely) avoid some talk in streets for eco-capitalism debit(s).

INTERVIEW: Blood-diamond smugglers highways seeped into North America, eh?

BANK MANAGER: The police arrived (10-mins.) late...and we're (all) social-media dyed.

EZZY: Thanx for the Zinn-treasure.

AMLAN: It's what moved me for vigilantism-deed.

EZZY: Brussels sprout?

AMLAN: Belgian waffles and Romanticism-bound, darling!

EZZY: I can't believe I fell for you, Mr. Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: Eco-capitalism's ground-up diet, and I'm intellect-loosed (now).

EZZY: That was dark...and bureaucratic.

AMLAN: Zinn's reminding you of the cartoon-text of direction, Esmerelda.

EZZY: I told you to call me Ezzy, friend.

AMLAN: I never thought I'd have any friends, Ezzy (thanx).

The (actual) cork-screw of this noir 'faerie-tale' of incomplete-distances readings to traffic/capitalism dogma concerned Amlan's discovery of teller-Esmerelda ('Ezzy') who'd been a Canadian-native and sports-fan and became his 'doll-deity' for heist-day, and she returned his daring with a Romanticism-eyelash for what became a 21st-Century (North American) bureaucracy-doughnut for those lines of consumerism/transit diet (for the Ego).

It was Halloween-season in Toronto, and pre-Thanksgiving/Xmas consumerism 'chess' prompted Mr. Amlan Satan to acquire the sportsmanship 'pseudo-vigilante' deed on a very-special Wednesday, for a line to city-scape data, but was he (simply) a man of darkness (a thief)?

EZZY: Thankfully for you, the cops got there too late for the likes of you, Satan.

AMLAN: I wanted to be a Canadian policeman, Ezzy.

EZZY: Well...blood-diamond talk's enhanced for (real) consumerism-vanities now, Satan.

AMLAN: Photo-synthesis, for Toronto's dowry.

We find Amlan/Ezzy three years later settled into comfy Brussels, for a sprouting eatery-dive venture casting them (both) as excellent restaurateurs, with blood-diamond 'darkness' behind them, hospitality-readings ahead, and residential definition for the brain. This was half-creepy and half-destined for a faerie-tale rendering of Western 'worldly' dry-teamwork...and someday Amlan sought to confide in Ezzy that he (surely) feared he was going to have kill Esmerelda (hmmm).