The Past Is Passed (Ever)

[mephistopheles]

It was late afternoon, the sun setting over the horizon of the buildings; a beautiful view in the city park. Beautiful to most anyway. The lone figure standing by the pond regarded the water as the reddening sky made the water appear to match its color.

Reminds me of home. The demon thought with a smirk. True, by all appearances Mephistopheles host did not look like someone who should be out in the park areas while the sun was going down, but the demon rarely turned down chances to end a life, even if it did affect the otherwise entertaining crime rates of the typical urban setting.

Finding a bench and watching the parents gather their kids, couples walk their dogs, the demon sat down alone, waiting to see if anyone interesting came by or was drawn by the comely appearance of the meatsuit the demon wore. Perhaps another soul could be claimed before the day ended...

[Ever Goodman]

Ever’s work day had been cut short by early afternoon thunderstorms. The boys usually would have worked through a shower, but this storm was producing golf sized hail on top of thunder and lightening.
So what if his check would be a few hours short. He was tired and sore from a long week already and aching for a day or two of not doing shit but laying around in bed and sucking down cold beers. Maybe at the same time.

The rain really didn’t bother him, so when he hung up his hard hat and left the construction site Ever made a path down the side walk with his shit kickers, turning his face up to the sky and letting the cold beads of water wash his weary away.
He wasn’t clean shaven, and his hair was in desperate need of a cut, so by the time he’d walked half way to the motel were he slept Ever was dripping wet and looked like he lived under the bridge.

It didn’t really matter to the man. He wasn’t looking to make a good impression. He just had no form of transportation other than his feet and he needed to get from point -a- to point -b- somehow, despite the downpour.
Of course by the time he made it to the park around the corner from his motel the rain had stopped and the sun was making his tawny skin warm again. Ever ran a hand backwards through his drenched locks to tame them, purely unaware that move had left it sticking up awkwardly at the front. He really wouldn’t have cared had he known.

The sun was setting in the east and casting a really cool glow over the still dewy landscape, and families with their children had begun pouring out of their homes for a chance to play before nightfall. The young man was surrounded by easy smiles and laughter and he felt all the more alone. Good thing he had the camera stored in the pack hanging from his shoulder. He pulled it out and viewed the world through the lens. It helped. A little.

A sound from his right drew the young male’s attention and he turned the camera to snap a picture of a little girl with carrot colored braids hanging upside down with a lolling tongue. It made him chuckle a little, and he snapped another just to be sure he’d gotten it.

And then he tripped over the bench in front of him, nearly landing on a dark eyed, dark haired woman that had been sitting on it. “Ah…fuck…” he cursed and found his balance, grabbing the curved arm on the opposite side of her. “Sorry.” He mumbled, standing up straight and pushing his hand through his hair again, looking towards the ground instead of her. “I break anything?”