RE: The Lounge
Alright, so I decided to make my own beach parody for the fun of it. Kudos to any who's been around long enough to catch how its relevant to the beach, and to know who Agent 9 is. Thoughts so far?
A gentle breeze glazed the beachfront, as afternoon painted the ocean sky. Desolate and serene, only the waxing and waning of the saltwater waves could be heard. The sand brushed the ground, and the earth breathed its warmth into the atmosphere. Agent 9 sat down in her beach chair, mollified and at rest. She closed her eyes, and laid back.
The life of a criminal is far from what we think it to be. Hollywood drama, Marvel Classics, they all influence us to imagine crime the way they want us to think of it. They make Villains evil, dark, unappealing. Nothing of relevance to reality. For what is x without y? Without evil, good has no existence. Nor does life as we know it. For the human race, life is a variety of chemicals, and electric signals. Nothing more. Everything we see, hear, feel, taste, or smell, only is the way it is because our brain tells us it is. With that said, does anything really exist? The earth as we know it is only a perception of our minds.
The only way to change everything, is to change perception, and that’s exactly what Agent 9 had in mind.
While the artists of the atmosphere colored night’s vibes, Agent 9 brushed back her hair. The beauty and intimidation she held was second to none. Her perfect figure complimented the chair, and her copper locks swayed in the salty air. A small canvas stood at the foot of her chair. She glanced at it, reveling gorgeous jade eyes that sparkled in the twilight. On the canvas, a painting of the beach they inhabited stared back at her. The painting was detailed and colorful. The blues danced with the purples, the reds flushed with love, and the greens stifled the yellows with jealousy. Agent 9 smiled at her creation, and whispered into the hem of its ear.
“Your resplendence will live forever, my dear”
With a tilt of her head, her lips pressed again the top-left corner of the painting. A kiss from her lips, and the sun was swallowed by her obsidian lipstick marks. “Good night now”, she smirked. Taking out a pen, she wrote a message on the tomb.
"To our fair Verona"
Agent 9 crossed her legs in her skirt, giggled, and fell into a deep sleep.