Richie Gecko is a prodigy. (lockartist) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-05-26 23:46:00 |
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Standing in the middle of that bar, Richie had seen what a single ray of sunlight could do to him if he wasn't careful and if anyone was more careful (read: paranoid) than Richard Gecko, it's just because the person ranking them hadn't met Richie yet. Santanico seemed to imply that there could be a time when he wouldn't instantly crumble to dust in the sunlight, but she wasn't here and he was just being careful. Having to dodge the light and hide in shade or in cars or buildings didn't seem like such a hard thing to do when he was prepared, but waking up here in the middle of fucking who knows where left him disoriented and he had almost accidentally stumbled out of his shaded area to try to get a better idea of where he was. There were a lot of habits that he was going to have to get used to, one of which being more covered when it came to stepping outside and another being avoidance when possible. The problem? It was the sunniest fucking day ever and Richie has been sitting in this bus stop for about twenty minutes only getting angrier and angrier as time ticked on. In fact, he had almost ripped off and thrown the stupid watch he had on his wrist (stolen from god knows who, but it's actually a nice watch) onto the street just for the satisfaction of breaking something. He managed to resist that temptation, but Richie's piss poor coping mechanisms were showing. A couple times, he got up and paced around the small, enclosed area and avoided any stray looks being sent his way. Once or twice he clicked through the things on the smart phone he had put in his back pocket after leaving whatever room he had been in. Right now, he was turning over the room key that had been tucked into one of the pockets in his suit jacket. Holding the key between his fingers, Richie snapped the little plastic plate attached to it that listed the apartment number. He'd already committed it to memory and for some reason, he felt better knowing that if someone lifted it off him, they would have to try every door in the complex and he just got a stupid kind of satisfaction out of that. "Fucking christ," he swore, eyes darting around the area in front of him and seeing it all still completely bathed in sunlight. |