Loki (_loki) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-02-21 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | aaron, loki |
Lobby and Aaron Jones' Flat (closed)
The guards didn't notice the young man walk in. Which in and of itself should have been odd. He was rather hard to miss.
Not because he was tall, he really wasn't. 5'6" wasn't all that tall for a guy. But the hair... The hair was rather hard to miss. Bright red but not clown style - more a bright blood red if that was possible. Sometimes it was brushed soft and flowed to his shoulders (like now). Sometimes it looked as if it hadn't been brushed in days and stuck up everywhere. And then there were the clothes. Black combat boots, baggy black jeans with numerous pockets and chains, black tshirt with a faded skull and beneath, a long sleeved black netted shirt to cover the lower parts of his arms and part of slender and pale hands that ended in black painted nails. That was the other thing - that hair made him ghostly pale.
Loki looked around the lobby and gave a low whistle. Not bad. Not bad at all. He could see what attracted the likes of Vision and Jones to this place. It was pulsing with power. And the people! So many and all of them just ripe for the picking. Oh yes he'd have fun here.
Provided he could convince a certain someone to let him crash for a bit.
When Arawn (no Aaron. He had to remember that) opened the door Loki couldn't help the little laugh that escape at the look on the man's face. And the laugh, maniacal as it was, never failed to make Arawn frown.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded and Loki put on the most innocent expression he could. Which was surprisingly very good.
"Well..." he started, "I was getting a bit bored and you've been gone a while and there's been some talk so I thought I'd see what all the fuss was about. Gotta admit, so far I'm impressed."
Aaron glared slightly. "And you come to my door for what? An invitation?"
Loki grinned. "That would be very kind of you."
"Forget it."
"Awww," Loki pouted, a look that would make any normal man cave in. But Aaron was not normal so he played his card. "Well I supposed I could go up to the top floor and see if Vision is in..."
He didn't get any further. Aaron's fist curled into the front of his shirt and hauled him inside, the slamming door cutting off his laughter.