Ares (ares_gow) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-03 11:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, charlie mcgee, open |
Who: Ares (open)
What: enjoying a meal
When: mid-afternoon
Where: random restaurant
Rating: TBD
Sitting in a back corner, requesting it so that he could watch the people there, Ares tapped his finger on the table top while he waited for his meal to be brought to him. The waitress had made a wide circle around his table when she'd come to take his order after she'd seen that he wasn't dressed like the normal patrons.
Ares sat there in his leather, open tunic, studded belt and his ever present sword at his side. He didn't care. If people didn't like it, he'd just scowl and if the mood struck him, strike them down with a fireball. Accept or be incinerated. That was his motto.
Two reasons he'd arrived in LA. One was sheer boredom and the want to be worshipped and seen again. The other, he was looking for someone. He hadn't been able to find her either and it was pissing him off. She'd vanished and anyone he'd talked to had bolted in the other direction upon seeing him. Maybe he shouldn't have walked in with a fireball bouncing in the palm of his hand. Scaring that bugger in the toilet probably hadn't been the best idea either, though he'd cackled when the guy had zippered himself in and yelped in pain.
He glanced around then smiled at the waitress as his dinner was placed in front of him. "Thank you darlin. Don't look so scared. I don't bite.." he leaned in and leered at her. "Unless you ask me to..then it's fair game."