Eridan Ampora (doctorfish) wrote in canonwarslogs, @ 2014-07-18 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | calliope sedant, eridan ampora |
Who: Eridan and Calliope
What: Meeting by happenstance(?)
Where: Manhattan
Warnings: Gratuitous sweary, discussion of the macabre probably.
It really wasn't hard to pick Eridan out of a group. The guy was the only gray skinned, candy corn horned, finned guy in the world, and from how he dressed sharply, with massive amounts of gold rings, it wasn't like he was really inconspicuous, or even attempting to be.
He didn't care for the east coast. It got bitter cold in the winters, and it was barely tolerable with the throngs of idiot tourists there in the summer. But, he figured once he got the plans underway to overthrow his idiot replacement's life and step down, the faster he could move to the west coast with both middle fingers held high to the entire concept of living in New York City.
Even though, he had to admit, the city had its charm. If it wasn't so fucking cold half the year, he probably would have even liked it. People were real. They didn't fucking put on fake smiles and fake graces to get what they wanted. They took what they wanted, and gave no apology.
His kinda people. Why couldn't New York be a little closer to the equator?
He sighed as he tucked his hands in his pockets and weaved his way through the foot traffic, towards the store that he'd been told about with a 'damn decent' tailor. He hoped so; Eridan Ampora was not the type to halfass on any part of his brand, be it what he stood for, or how he looked.
That's when he caught a glimpse of red hair. Well, that was pretty coincidental. He'd had an interesting discussion with somebody with just that hue of red hair earlier that day. But rather than mull it over, Eridan thought nothing more of it, and kept going.