Damian Valentine (_phlegmatic) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-12-04 05:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-04 |
No one is catching on or calling my bluff
Who: Damian and OPEN
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: Late morning
Damian was partially amused by everyone freaking out over the rain. Yeah, the flooding was serious, but as long as his apartment at the Court didn't get slammed, then he didn't really give a crap. Then again, he didn't entirely feel like staying in his apartment all day doing nothing on his day off. There were no hunting jobs for him he could keep himself occupied with either. Not yet, anyways. The full moon was coming up and whether he had something planned or not, Damian was going out to hunt weres for sport for all her cared.
So instead, he opted to treat himself to breakfast at the local diner. Not too many people crowding the place and thus he could keep to himself. He sat at the counter, placing in an order for black coffee and whatever the hell the special was for the day. Whatever, it was food, he didn't need to check. To keep himself occupied while waiting, he whipped out his lighter and flicked it on and off, merely to amuse himself. A few people shot him a few weird looks and he swore he overheard one of the waitresses saying the last time someone did that, they set a napkin on fire. Hmm... odd. That was sort of pushing it for Damian.
But then he stopped playing with the lighter when he perked up at the radio playing nearby, something about the full moon coming up. Bitten weres were advised to seek shelter at one of the prisons or have their own cage, blah blah blah, same crap, different day. Had Damian possessed supernatural strength, he would have crushed the light on the spot. Instead, he scoffed and put the device away. "Pathetic," he muttered in response to the news on the weres. How dare they start giving those beasts rights. It would be a dream come true if they were all lined up in the prison and shot.