buzzhype (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} buzzhype) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} forgotten_gods,@ 2008-12-02 18:34:00 |
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Who:
buzzhype and inhioWhat: A meeting in Chinatown
When: 1:30 PM ~ish; on a Wednesday
Rating: PG, Lust is involved, afterall
It was glorious, the day was beautiful (albeit cold); the tourists were out en masse; the rest of the population had gone to work; and Telecom was walking down the bustling Chinatown street with nary a care in the world. Well, if you thought keeping your nose in a cell phone, avoiding stepping on a toddler, and trying to discern just what depths his infatuation with a certain goddess went to nary a care.
Sidestepping a long, skinny table of knock-off Coach bags he continued on his way to Chatham Square - their appointed meeting place. She'd stayed until afternoon last time they'd met - and he hadn't really expected that. It wasn't nearly true that he <i>wanted</i> her to leave. There's a certain itty bitty part of Telecom that would have had her stick around longer than that. Crossing his eyes as he mentally scolded himself, Telecome again repeated his mantra: "There will be no infatuation with the goddess of Lust." he said this quietly of course, and most people ignored him.
The square was quiet - almost tranquil. The arch was an oddity within the square, but it's companon, a statue of an asian man in traditional attire seemed like a quiet sentinel at the park. The square was paved in bricks and cobblestone, the rock shining in the mid-day sun. Telecom wondered if Lust was the timely sort - he hadn't really known her long enough to be certain.
His thick soled shoes felt heavy on the slick stones as he squinted in the daytime sunshine. His coat was heavy and long, and it could have been pretty simple to judge him for one of the downtown businessmen if one didn't take the time to ascertain the level of messiness to his disheveled locks.
It had been one night, just one; was it really fair for him to go ahead and start speculating what it was all about? It was <i>Lust</i> for crying out loud - it should be pretty obvious it what it was all about.
Taking a spot on a wall he plucked out his iPhone, dragging his fingertip across the screen as he considered the apps at hand to entertain him. With a snort he put the device away - she'd get here sooner or later. Hopefully.
Sidestepping a long, skinny table of knock-off Coach bags he continued on his way to Chatham Square - their appointed meeting place. She'd stayed until afternoon last time they'd met - and he hadn't really expected that. It wasn't nearly true that he <i>wanted</i> her to leave. There's a certain itty bitty part of Telecom that would have had her stick around longer than that. Crossing his eyes as he mentally scolded himself, Telecome again repeated his mantra: "There will be no infatuation with the goddess of Lust." he said this quietly of course, and most people ignored him.
The square was quiet - almost tranquil. The arch was an oddity within the square, but it's companon, a statue of an asian man in traditional attire seemed like a quiet sentinel at the park. The square was paved in bricks and cobblestone, the rock shining in the mid-day sun. Telecom wondered if Lust was the timely sort - he hadn't really known her long enough to be certain.
His thick soled shoes felt heavy on the slick stones as he squinted in the daytime sunshine. His coat was heavy and long, and it could have been pretty simple to judge him for one of the downtown businessmen if one didn't take the time to ascertain the level of messiness to his disheveled locks.
It had been one night, just one; was it really fair for him to go ahead and start speculating what it was all about? It was <i>Lust</i> for crying out loud - it should be pretty obvious it what it was all about.
Taking a spot on a wall he plucked out his iPhone, dragging his fingertip across the screen as he considered the apps at hand to entertain him. With a snort he put the device away - she'd get here sooner or later. Hopefully.