Such a state of a place.. One would think that eventually it would get tired. No. This place sincerely not took its time to get a good night's rest. Zeridone would know, considering he wasn't exactly one for sleep, nor did he find that sleep was fun. He was always one that was looking for a way to entertain himself.. He had done enough sleeping in the Gloaming. Now, he was glad to be in a place where there was at least something to do. However, such things were running slim.
He had resorted to being a hitman as a way to keep his amusement level at a good state. If it got below par, then who knows just what he would to to raise it back up, hmm?
But in the place that he was, it was a bit secluded. He was enjoying the quiet, although the city's bustle was never too far off. It could always be heard, no matter where you went. It was a truly alive place, lights and sounds always shining and traveling through audio waves. The air was cold, his breath able to be seen as he continued down on his path.
In his pocket was a pistol, one that he had practiced his aim with consistently and had used many times for his occupation. It never failed him once, or perhaps he had never failed it. Whatever the case was, he was a sharp shooter and never left a job unfinished. That was why he had his reputation and not to mention his wealth.
Zeridone's long tongue slipped over his fangs in his mouth, although his horns were still concealed. He could feel the demonic presence lingering just underneath his skin, waiting to be released at any moment that he could need it.. Or could want it. Earth got absolutely dreadfully boring sometimes and there were points where it just needed a bit of spicing to become entertaining again.
He was walking through a small park, of course New York didn't have many of them, so he wasn't taking it for granted. Even being a demon, he was allowed to enjoy things that the planet had to offer, and he had to admit, he did like greenery. Too bad that he hadn't seen much of it in a long while; he would have to go do that at some point; the thought made him smile softly.
He continued to walk, and walk, and walk. He didn't know where he was walking to, but he figured that if he continued to do so then he would wind up somewhere.
Post by ISIAH DAHKLING on Jan 8, 2013 9:22:20 GMT -5
I'll find a format to edit in later. \o/
How the hell had he fallen asleep on the subway? He'd had the luck of getting a subway car that smelled like pee, and was filled to the brim with what seemed to be an entire class year of little shit tourists yapping non-stop, yet he'd still managed to doze off leaning against a window? Damn, he needed to start sleeping more. Or maybe start giving up his seat to old people when he felt like he was going to nod off in that shit hole. Pfft, yeah, like that would happen. If the elderly wanted to sit down to bad, they should just totes stay home.
While his conscious battled out with his stubborn teen hormones over how douchey that line of thought was, Isiah kicked a rock on the road grumpily. Even with his tendency to get off at the wrong stations, he'd never imagined that one day he'd wind up all the way out near central park. He couldn't even remember the last time he was in this boring as hell place. Oh wait, it was way back when he was a kiddie and his pops took him out to search for some magic tree. Oh great, just what he needed: a dose of shitty nostalgia.
The human dug his hands into his pants pockets and dragged them inside out, highlighting the fact that he didn't have a single cent on him for a way to return home. Stupid job-freezing deities... He'd just call Alek and make him send a cab. He had like ten billion bucks, so it shouldn't matter. Pulling his phone out of his hoodie pocket, he flipped it open, and was greeted to the sight of a dead screen. Shit! He hadn't thought he'd need to charge it for today.
Seeing no other way out of the predicament, he turned up the speed of his walking, his feet stomping down hard in annoyance. There were lots of homeless that liked to slip into the park after dark, but even he couldn't quiet bring himself to steal from them. Nah, he'd just have to bum some subway fair off of anyone he saw.
Was that someone up ahead, coming towards him? “Hey! Hey, you!” Isiah yelled, waving his arms like it was an S.O.S. Staring directly at the other figure, he bustled towards it, not paying attention to where he put his feet until a sudden splash and feeling of cold seeped into his left shoe. “Ugh, gross.” He said, momentarily distracted enough to hop on one foot while he shook some of the puddle's water lose from the other. Damn, those shoes were borrowed too. He'd have to actually put effort into cleaning later.
“Whatever. Hey dude?” He said, approaching the stranger danger, and holding out his hands to show he wasn't packing a knife or anything that would scare someone off. “Think you can lend me a couple bucks for the subway?”
He should have listened to his parents for once. Approaching strangers in an empty place was pretty damn stupid.
Just as he was thinking he was beginning to come up with a good idea, the demon was distracted by something he swore he would not hear all the way out there. A voice in the distance, the... not-so-distant distance. Blinking his purple eyes and keeping his expression with anything that could be seen as a sign of communication, he slowly looked up. There were no other people out here other than himself and this newcomer, so that meant only one thing, and that was certainly a thing that this creature dreaded with all of his being - interaction.
However, this could be the entertainment that he was looking for.
He could tell by the scent that he was a human, but now there was just one question that he was just longing to know the answer to. Was he one that knew, or one that didn't? Zeridone knew that he would never truly know unless he were to ask, but if he asked, then that meant that he might reveal something that he wouldn't really want to. Instead he would simply have fun with him, perhaps give him the money but then stick around, watch him, scare him.. The demon had that kind of feel about him.
As the human approached him, he stared forward with a purple gaze, one that lacked all warmth and kindness, but yet with his hand in his pocket he had his wallet in his grasp. He would give the man a fifty just to make him happy and make him feel safe and secure, make him feel like he had just witnessed the kindness of another human being. The raven-haired man knew how to play his games, but they were games with no rules, ones that only he could win with his mending of the laws.
"Of course." He answered with a raspy and chilling voice, though it was smooth at the same time. Pulling out his wallet and opening it, he grabbed the bill that he wanted; he had plenty more where that came from at his house. He had "work" to do tomorrow so he would be getting even more of the green paper that he didn't care all that much about. All he knew was that it helped him gain his reputation and gave him something to prove that he was a good worker. The fifty bill was then handed to the human and he gave a smile that looked warm, but anything that was ever from him could never be warm and fuzzy.
"That should get you back and you'll have some to spare." Although he looked kind, his voice was too dead to be kind, but his actions were also giving off the impression that he was a nice and well-balanced man. "Have a good night." He nodded and passed by, although he wasn't done.
Post by ISIAH DAHKLING on Jan 11, 2013 11:14:56 GMT -5
Holy shit fuck, was this guy a zombie or some shit? Seriously, he even made reaching for his wallet seem dead, with a hollow voice like the air escaping from a cyrpt or what -- Whoa, was that a fifty? Distracted from the instinctual, hair raising, horror movie setting feeling this encounter was giving off from the start, Isiah blinked stupidly at the bill before taking it from the other's hand. “Hey, bro, this is a fifty.” He said, stating the obvious in case it was a mistake, but also closing his grip tightly over it defensively (fuck yeah, he could afford the latest downloadable campaign on L4D2!). Grinning wide in his good luck, he quickly stuffed the money into pocket and took a step back. What a great guy, for all he seemed creepy as shit! He sent a quick glance up and down the other man, a a small sense of unease poked through his excited bubble. People didn't just give people this much money: he'd been expecting to have to harass someone for just a couple bucks...
“Hey dude, I'm seriously just needing money for the subway. I'm not gonna, like,” Isiah put the tips of his fingers together against the tip of his thumb and made a couple very crude movements up and down. Sure, fifty was too probably too small an amount to imply that, but the human didn't know what the hell park-prostitute's fair usually was. Or wait, maybe he was a vamp that remembered seeing him at Blood Diamond? Ugh, wouldn't he have remembered someone so, er, off? Just in case... “Also, I'm not working anymore, so no...” he put two of his fingers up like bunny ears and wiggled them forward like that guy in Monty Python talking about the rabbit's fangs. By this point, the generous stranger was already walking off, so he wasn't certain if his clearly genius way of miming a vamp's bite had even been seen.
Well, whatever, if that was the case, then Isiah was out!
Spinning around (and grimacing about the soggy feeling around is right ankle), he kept going along the path towards the exit nearest the subway. Looking around, he could feel little pings of nostalgia. Hadn't they searched over there for the tree on the family picnic? Slowing his pace, Isiah hesitated and stared off the pathway. Hmm... He was already here, so there'd be no harm in just looking for it for a little bit, right? Glancing from side to side as if he were breaking a rule (mainly thinking of Alek's displeased face), he strode off into the trees and started eying them up for some sign of magical shit.
The human was seemingly grateful for the large sum of money that was given to him. To Zeridone, the money was miniscule and didn't matter much, as he would be making much more than that on his next job which was to start the next night. He knew nothing about the man that he was supposed to go after except that his name was Roderich and he lived on the outskirts of the city. He had no friends or family for the most part so he wouldn't be missed, but even if the man were to be missed, Zeridone would see no difference. His death would have been coming sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner, right?
As the human was walking away, the demon made sure to blend in with the shadows oh-so-nicely. He faded into them, and for the moment, looked as though he didn't even exist. There were quick darts as he quickly made his way back up to the Waker, making sure to stay undercover. He wasn't quite sure just what it was he was going to do to his brand new "friend." He almost giggled at the word friend, knowing that he had no such thing in his life. He did not need them of course, he would never need them. All of the humans were so weak; most of them couldn't even look another of their own species in the eye and pull a trigger of a gun to their head. To Zeridone, that was pure weakness, pure defeat, a succumbing to one's "conscience."
Conscience. How pathetic.
Zeridone made sure to step on a few twigs and rustle up some leaves every now and then, though his appearance was hidden in the depths of the shadows. He moved up ahead, stopping completely and watching Isiah. His purple eyes flashed through the darkness as they narrowed, their pupils turning from their spherical shape to that more of a cat, a thin slit. They quickly flashed back to normal, and the visible gaze whisked away, disappearing altogether. Zeridone wondered what it was he would do to make this little Waker on edge. Most of them could be scared by anything quite easily...
If this one was like that, then the demon was sure to have loads of fun tonight.
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