WHO: Lucien and Charlie
WHERE: Parking lot
WHEN: Evening, right around sunset
For someone who had spent most of his life running, Lucien was adjusting to captivity fairly well. He'd only been at the hotel for two full days and hadn't yet attempted to leave, mostly because the effort just seemed futile. Waking up after that first night, he'd quickly come to the realization that his stay might, in fact, be longer than he'd intended. He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to
feel about this knowledge, though to his credit, at least he hadn't panicked and mowed down any innocent bystanders with his car.
Not that he
could have, anyway. His beautiful Firebird had really bitten the dust this time, and even close scrutiny had been unable to detect any obvious problems under the hood. He'd spent the last two hours examining what he could of the vehicle's major components, but without the proper tools there was little he could do.
Now that the sun had settled low on the horizon and frustration had set in, Lucien was perched on the curb beside his car, using his thigh as a surface for rolling a cigarette. The air had grown palpably thick as a result of the approaching storm, but it didn't seem to bother him; he was certainly no stranger to heat and humidity, or even vicious storms, for that matter. The only measure he'd taken to combat the uncomfortable conditions was to tug his hair into a middle ponytail. After all, there were few things he disliked more than the feeling of sweaty hair plastered against his neck.
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}