Hump Day Kick Start – Cloaked Edition

Song of the day: Nobody Praying for Me by Seether

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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Seriously dark and sexy. I’m on my way to whatever dark side he’s on.

Keeping with the month-long Halloween theme, who is today’s prompt? An assassin? Informant? A simple traveler? A harbinger?  Is he good or evil? Who is he looking at? His next victim? An ex-lover? An enemy? What is he thinking? A method of elimination? Seducing the bar wench? Sizing up his threat? The drink specials?

Let me hear your take!

12 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Cloaked Edition

  1. Will Graham says:

    “Phone rang at 3am. I was told to go to a certain place at a certain time and wait for some guy named ‘Will’. He has a package for me to transport. Strict orders not to look in the package, but if it is another shipment of Black and White Cookies, the Boss and I need to talk about timing. Then again, maybe not; she scares the $&^! out of me when it comes to her cookies…..”

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    I approve, Will. LOL! There better be a caramel mocha frappuccino in that package, too.

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  3. Whoa, Will. Hungry? Hahahahahaha

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  4. jeff7salter says:

    With his rugged cleft chin, Herman could have been in the movies or modeling, but he’d always had the notion that he’d find solace in the solitary, devoted life in a monastery.
    Problem is, Herman discovered monastery life was a bit too austere for him.
    For one thing, no ale. No smoking.
    And, alas, no WOMEN.
    When he made good his escape, Herman vowed to go back and read the fine print on that Monastery brochure.
    In the meantime, he was doing his best to tick off Brother Superior, so he could get himself thrown out. [That was the only way to get back his clothes and money. If he just broke ranks and fled, he’d be penniless and stuck in that awful hoody.]
    So, knowing Brother Superior made his rounds of the village at that specified time, Herman made certain he would get “caught” by the big boss and kicked out.
    Therefore, Herman collected his ale, his pipe, and began searching in earnest for a suitable wench…

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  5. jbrayweber says:

    I’m a suitable wench! Pick me!
    Really liking this one, Jeff.

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  6. jeff7salter says:

    my pleasure, Jenn

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  7. Ruth Kenjura says:

    Clearly he could be seen. It may be dark, and he was sitting in the shadows, but they knew he was here. And he could see them. Smell them. That was the worse. They smelled of death and decay. Would they approach? Or would they slink back into the hell hole they escaped from? At their core, they were cowards that feasted on the weak and the young. He itched for a fight. His blood burned, ready to slice and dice. But he would play the game their way. Sitting here, nursing his drink. Waiting. Watching. And dreaming of the kill.

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  8. jbrayweber says:

    That. Is. Awesome. My kind of anti-hero, Ruth.

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  9. pibarrington says:

    Hey, isn’t that Viggo as Strider?

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  10. jbrayweber says:

    Shhh…don’t tell. 😉

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  11. pibarrington says:

    That’s me old Eagle Eye. Besides, it was one of the most iconic scenes in the books and films. Oops…

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  12. jbrayweber says:

    Ah, yes. But Viggo is inspiration in any form. *sigh*

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