Klinghoffer had just unleashed mayhem upon the slums, his facial expression had changed drastically from a look of pride to instant regret, he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly at the wall as Sylvester went into a burning rage. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind at this point, memories of the west blue, the one he lost, faces of the slaves he just freed fading away. Klinghoffer closed his eyes and tried to visual any happy thoughts he had, yet no matter how hard he tried, the only thing that he could visualize was himself surrounded by the bodies of the very people he just released, crawling to him and screaming his name. His actions weren't something that could just be forgiven or solved with the push of a button, these were things that he would just have to live with because there was no way to track down over 50 untrackable slaves.
Klinghoffer opened his eyes and came to just as Sylvester started to hatch his new plan, still staring at the wall trying to listen to how he can make amends for his rash actions. He turned around as he heard Sylvester's feet clashing against the old and creaky wooden planks of the staircase, Klinghoffer's eyes met with a sharp finger being pointed straight at him as the cowboy made his final piece before ascending up the stairwell and leaving.
“A cowboy with so little style as yourself has no business improvising, Sideshow! You wanna ride with me, we stick to the same wavelength! You got that, partner?”
"Got it...." he said with in a monotonal voice. Klinghoffer waited a moment after he heard Sylvester take his final step of the staircase and exit the basement, he then walked over to the small table and picked up one of the small chairs that we sitting under it. With a loud "ARGH!" the musician picked up the chair and violently threw it at the wall, the chair's fickle frame was demolished as soon as it touched the wall, the large chunks of wood fell to the floor and made a loud clank against the old wood floor.
Klinghoffer was still livid at his own naivety get the best of him once more, but he couldn't let his regrets fuel his further actions as that would lead to even more dissonance between the pair and one or both of the two ending up 6 feet under. He walked up the stairs and made his way out of the bar, walking past all the patrons who were still very much frightened. "Sorry..." was the only word that came to mind as he walked through the whole where the door frame used to be, "Off to Slaughter Row go then."
Klinghoffer opened his eyes and came to just as Sylvester started to hatch his new plan, still staring at the wall trying to listen to how he can make amends for his rash actions. He turned around as he heard Sylvester's feet clashing against the old and creaky wooden planks of the staircase, Klinghoffer's eyes met with a sharp finger being pointed straight at him as the cowboy made his final piece before ascending up the stairwell and leaving.
“A cowboy with so little style as yourself has no business improvising, Sideshow! You wanna ride with me, we stick to the same wavelength! You got that, partner?”
"Got it...." he said with in a monotonal voice. Klinghoffer waited a moment after he heard Sylvester take his final step of the staircase and exit the basement, he then walked over to the small table and picked up one of the small chairs that we sitting under it. With a loud "ARGH!" the musician picked up the chair and violently threw it at the wall, the chair's fickle frame was demolished as soon as it touched the wall, the large chunks of wood fell to the floor and made a loud clank against the old wood floor.
Klinghoffer was still livid at his own naivety get the best of him once more, but he couldn't let his regrets fuel his further actions as that would lead to even more dissonance between the pair and one or both of the two ending up 6 feet under. He walked up the stairs and made his way out of the bar, walking past all the patrons who were still very much frightened. "Sorry..." was the only word that came to mind as he walked through the whole where the door frame used to be, "Off to Slaughter Row go then."