Wrath (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ire) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2008-07-07 20:49:00 |
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Where: Central Park
When: Early evening
Warnings: Trickster God and the embodiment of anger. There will probably be some foul language at the least.
While Wrath loved being social, she also needed time to herself. Between her new job and socializing with almost every immortal that came across her path, she was easily frazzled these days, flying into a temper at the smallest perceived slight. While she could have stayed at home in her elegant apartment and gotten drunk, it was so boring there and she decided to go out for a walk. Of course, she was fully stocked with cigarettes, there was a knife hidden up her purse in case she decided to get violent and a flask filled with vodka in her new Guess handbag.
Even when going on a walk, she had to look elegant in her pinstripe pants, black heels and light blue tank top. She wasn't planning on seeing anyone she knew, but you never know really. She could run into the Phonoi again and they were definitely fun to get violent with and of course, she had amused herself by lightly flirting with them last time. On her way into Central Park, some bum had the audacity to try to bump into her and pick her pockets and although she was surrounded by mortals and couldn't kill him, she definitely gave him a verbal lashing and continued on her way, her belongings completely safe.
Honestly, these mortals! They were all disgusting and it was encounters like that which made her love her purpose. The more of them that were down in Hell, the less were on top bugging her. A good philosophy to do her work by. She was deep in Central Park, watching the sun go down through the trees as she walked, taking a swig from her flask every now and then. What was a Monday night without a bit of alcohol? Pointless, utterly pointless. Pausing to light a cigarette, she reveled in the almost silence around her. Her job wasn't the most taxing, of course, but even a Sin needed to escape once in awhile.