Who: Famine and OPEN Where: Central Park, NYC When: Wednesday afternoon Rating/Warnings: none
Melas Eoh, young, dynamic, successful had escaped the his labs early which didn't happen very often and decided to go for a stroll in Central Park. The sun was shining, a soft breeze was blowing, birds were singing and generally everyone was happy.
Then why was he not? With a slightly melancholy expression on his face, the Horseman in disguise steered towards a more quiet area and settled in a sprawl on a park bench. Resting his head against the back of the bench, he lit a cigarette and stretched his legs out as he gazed into the sky.
"Hey old man," Famine mumbled around his cancer stick, "feel like giving us something real to do any time soon? You told me to be patient, to wait and I obeyed. I've waited and waited and waited for millennia. Don't you think it's enough? How much longer, old man?"