Odin & Lucifer (Dangerous times?)
Lysander still had not been able to figure out what had inspired him to actually show up for this game. It was childish and pointless, and, really, he had never been one for these sorts of games. But with nothing else to do and desperate to leave his dorm he had finally dragged himself out of bed, dressed and ventured down to the woods. The game had already begun by the time he had gotten there--not that he really cared, to be honest. Running around in the dark while deranged and possibly drunk children chased you? The concept was far from entertaining. Which, returned him back to the original thought: why was he here?
Desperation. That's all it could be, really.
Initially he had thought he'd linger around the "home base", maybe harass people and just laze about. But the people that were there didn't particularly appeal to him, so he snuck out into the thicket of trees. He purposely went in the opposite direction of where he heard the sounds, thinking that maybe he'd get some quiet time.
Seriously. What was wrong with him? Going out to a social event to be antisocial? That didn't even make sense. But, somehow, it appealed to him.
Which stood as his only defense now that he found himself a dark corner and a tree stump to sit down on. Crossing one leg lazily over the other, he fished around in the pockets of his coat and found his cigarettes and lighter, gently placing a stick between his lips and lighting it. He could text Reeve to come find him? It was a thought, but he wouldn't do it. Something about the other made him feel human, wrought him with emotions and the like. He needed a moment to gain control over them, bring himself back to the place of being an inhuman creature with no need for silly things like emotions.
"Shit." Letting the smoke curl off his tongue as he spoke, Lysander closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the moment. It was almost quiet (apart from the echo of voices in the distance--but they weren't terribly annoying, yet) and there wasn't a person around to bother him. And, better yet, anyone who was lucky enough to find him, well, he'd be happy to practice his demon pretentiousness on them.