Post by Conner 'Stolas' Fitzgerald on Dec 30, 2010 14:09:28 GMT -5
The mid afternoon sun graced the park with a brilliant light. Children laughed and giggled as they ran among the playground equipment, free to be outside on an abnormally warm day for the season. Mothers and babysitters smiled and chatted as they kept watch on their charges and shared the latest juicy gossip going around. Not a one was aware of the danger that lurked on the fringes of their little world.
Seated on a park bench barely one hundred feet away was a handsome young man with dark hair and black sunshades. Although his eyes were hidden from the humans who moved around him, his keen gaze never left the evidence of life around him. A wicked grin play about his lips as he took in the activity and one could almost imagine him as the proud papa of one of the engaging tykes in the yard.
Stretching his arm across the bench behind him, Stolas smiled as more than one womans gaze went over him and then started to tap his fingers on the wood of the bench. Like other creatures of this world, he'd come out for a bit of air and to try to clear his head. He always enjoyed watching mortals scurry about like rats in their ridiculously short lives. It was amusing to see how they tried to cram so much joy and pleasure into a minimal amount of time when they could so easily have much, much more.
Something he was more than happy to help with.
Deciding he'd wasted enough time for the moment, the wickedly handsome gentleman bounded to his feet and began to stroll along the path. As he passed groups of young mothers, he gave them devastating smiles that left them twittering but kept on his pace. An idea had been taking root in his mind and the more he moved, the more it came together.
As much as he enjoyed the gambling of the casino and fleecing those souls who willingly went inside.... He was ready for a new addiction. Word had recently come to him about a street racing syndicate and he'd done some develing into it. It seemed the that underground crowd liked to bet on the outcomes of such things and there were sinners aplenty in the mix.
Since he himself had a craving for adrenaline, Stolas thought it might be time to expand his little "empire". After all... If the silly mortals were going to hell anyways for their escapades... Someone might as well reap the rewards, right? RIGHT!
