Damien Thorn (antichrist_ceo) wrote in beaconhills_, @ 2013-10-05 01:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn |
Who: Damien and OTA
When: Evening
Where: Bowling alley
What: Having fun
Rating: TBD
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Damien Thorn had a night off from work, so he decided to go do something in town. He could have stayed in his hotel room. But where is the fun in that? He was often one who liked being out. In clubs, in movies, eating at a nice restaurant, or just general store browsing. And tonight he had picked the bowling alley as his place of choice. He was dressed nicely, clothes all clean, and wearing cologne a bit as well. Had to admit that he looked good. And of course he knew this. So, he had made his way inside. There were a few young couples here and there, probably from the school. And a clerk which he paid for his own lane, and for the shoes. A small talk inquiry about him being alone was just met with a smile from him and saying that it could change, the night was still young. He could be solitary if it suited him, or another was welcome to join him.
So he changed into the shoes and made his way to a lane he swiftly picked out. He set up the scoreboard. Taking the black bowling ball in his hand, he strode up to the lane, focused his eyes on the wooden floor of the lane, and let the ball roll from him. It was almost like instinct. And his skill was soon evident as the ball went down the center, hitting the pins and.. crash. They tumbled down. He grabbed another ball from the slot and repeated the action, this time the result was the same as the last. And again. And again. He did notice a couple eyes his way. No doubt from hearing pins fall thrice now, and then a fourth. He seemed a natural. But what wasn't known as that he also had a supernatural sense of influencing certain odds in his favor. He went yet again, letting the ball go from his hand and then turning his back to get another. Almost like he didn't even need to look in order to see where it went. And sure enough, his back turned and grinned when he heard the familiar sound of falling pins. Each time that he had scored, he made sure to write it down on the scorecard, before going again.
He went once more, letting the black ball roll toward his intended target. But.. he was off a bit. The ball wasn't centered. No, it went forth but at a slant. Would it be a gutter ball? Or just hit a couple pins? Ohh, well now. He simply couldn't have that. He stared at the moving ball. Feeling the intensity of his power, his focus. And then. Then, the ball seemed to avert its path and roll back more to the center and go in a straight path.. right to the middle of the pins. And viola! They had fallen. "Oh my, seems to be a bit of a draft in here," he muttered to himself. Though he knew full well there was no wind. And certainly not a miracle, considering what he was. He smiled at the score and went to once again throw another ball down..