Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 21:04:10 GMT -5
Jun 20, 2014 21:04:10 GMT -5
WOULDN'T WANT AN ANGEL WATCHING OVER
SURPRISE, SURPRISE THEY WOULDN'T WANNA WATCH
The sun was setting over Selene. The night crowds stripping work uniforms off their eager bodies and slipping into last season's discount clothing, while the richer denizens of the island were rising from their diurnal slumbers-- hair still clinging to the static of expensive down pillows-- as they open their eyes to the setting sun. Aubert had found himself a member of the privileged latter. By some miracle he'd gotten the day off and had celebrated by sleeping off the worst of the dark circles under his eyes. Staring in the mirror, he'd noted that there was still a shadow of his weariness that lingered, but he liked to think it gave him a seedy, world-wise look. Like he was someone who could be trusted with information that would give most people nightmares.
A perfect complexion, considering he was determined to dig himself into a hole of debauchery in the next hour or so.
He dressed himself, deciding on a steel colored suit, with a white button up, a pair of navy wingtip boots, and a thin, tastefully striped metallic blue and silver tie. He even took an extra moment to work out an Eldredge knot, lining the stripes up perfectly on his first attempt. A quick stop at the fridge yielded next to nothing; he'd neglected to go to the market, again, and was left with only a few pearl onions and a can of a bitter energy drink. Not that he minded the substance. Liquids settled in his stomach better than solids anyways and he couldn't risk getting sick-- from fear or from food or from booze-- tonight or all nights.
Even thinking of the hot bile rising up his throat made his ears flatten and the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He had to take a moment and sat in the center of his small apartment, inhaling and exhaling until the sensation passed. Then he got up, drank half of the can, and slipped is wallet into the hidden pocket he'd sewn on the inside of the suit jacket.
"Can never be too careful," he told the mirror on his way out, making sure to catch any small mistakes in his attire as he did so.
Finding none, he shut the door behind him, exhaling at the reassuring 'click' of the automatic lock, and headed for the elevator. The bus was late, but, for once, Aubert had no schedule to keep. He was free. Free to wallow in the sounds of city at night-- shrieks of tires and of clusters of women jonesing for free drinks and beats so fast they'd have to kick off their heels. The sounds of lights humming to life as the sun became an after glow, lost behind the towering skyscrapers and billboards boasting lower prices, faster films, and better lives. The insects passing above, unseen, and the nighthawks dipping from their stony perches to swallow them whole.
His stop left him on the other side of the street from Blasphemy and he made sure to keep his back to Amour and the redness from rising in his cheeks. The crowd was thin outside the casino but, after all, he'd been sure to arrive as early as possible. Still the neon was lit and he could see a few civilians moving in and out of the many doors, so glanced both ways and then strode across the asphalt until he was standing directly under the enormous glowing sign.
There was a tightness in his chest. His heart riled and terrified of his nightly quest. And yet he could feel something that felt like luck stir in his fingers. Tonight was the night he would infiltrate Synister and take his rightful place among them.
ooc: lol nice try aubert but no