Gluttony [Drew Moar] (needsmoar) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-31 00:13:00 |
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Temptation Nation
Who: Gluttony (needsmoar) and Temperance (self_control) (Yeah... you read that right... >.>;)
What: A... date..-ish...?
Where: Just hangin' around NYC
When: Monday evening
Warnings: Mild language, at the most. Probably...
It was an occurrence that wasn't too entirely far-fetched, and yet under such circumstances it should not have been the case. It was Monday evening, cool for the day, and Gluttony was just making it back from his brother's apartment. He was hungry, because his bastard of a sibling hadn't deigned it fit to feed him a decent meal, and he should have been pissed because of this.
But he wasn't.
Which was where the oddity began.
Instead, Gluttony strolled down the street with an almost chipper air, that not-entirely-innocent smile lifting his lips at the corners of his mouth. He moved with a purpose, hands inside his pockets as he weaved in and out of the crowd of people just getting off of work. New York City was like a maze, confusing and overwhelming in its own right, but the Sin had always been quite fond of over-abundance in any form. It satisfied him to see the confusion, even if such chaos held a certain order to it. That was how humans seemed to work, though - neither Virtue nor Sin, but some twisted mixture of both.
Funny thoughts. (He'd been thinking them a lot lately, not that he would ever admit as much to his siblings. Oh, the jeers he would get for that!)
He turned a corner, eyes drawn towards a middle-aged man standing in line at a street vendor, trying to decide on whether to get that hot dog or to break down and buy the hamburger instead. Gluttony smirked, mentally dishing out a little burst of his power in passing, just enough to make the man suddenly crave both. Hey! It was just his way of contributing to the economy! Moving with quicker strides, the man tilted his head back to stare up at his destination, eyes alight with a mischievous air. Within the building beyond was his complete opposite, his bane of existence, waiting for him to come by and pick her up for some kind of... pseudo-date.
He had never been more amused in his entire life.
Pushing his way through the double doors up front, Gluttony walked straight up to the receptionists desk, just oozing confidence by the way he leaned in, elbows resting comfortably on the marble counter top.
"Hello there," he greeted smilingly. "I'm looking for Tempe--" Ah, shit... "--Miss Abigail Walker?"
He had to suppress a snicker at the alias, but held it back quite finely.