vanisher (vanisher) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-11-18 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: elektra natchios, z: om1: past character: telford porter |
They were so inferior.
Characters: Vanisher, OTA
Setting: A cafe in NYC, mid afternoon
Content: Likely some swearing
Summary: Ford is getting away from the goodie goodies and relaxing in town
Telford was very relieved to get away from Xavier and his little fold, it was like getting the first breath of non-perfumed air in a very long while. They were so cutsie and comrade-ic and and all manner of other words he did not want to bother thinking about. That and he had to keep his thoughts in check while at the Manor. Not that Xavier was not more than capable enough of digging into his mind and finding all his lies without any real effort at all, but the Professor was foolishly respectful, Ford just needed to keep an eye on his stray thoughts. Out here was another story.
Ford sighed as he leaned further back in his chair, lifting his coffee to his lips. He was seated outdoors, and while it was a bit chilly, he enjoyed it. He liked watching people move about their lives, liked to consider what petty, pointless things occupied their minds. It amused his arrogant mind. He absently ran long fingers down the scruff of hair at his jaw, smirking at the few passers by who noticed his tattoos and shot him disapproving looks. They were so inferior, they could not even recognize the mark of a god when they saw one. Sipping at his coffee again, he let his mind drift to his plans for the little criminal organization he planned to assemble after he got his revenge on Xavier, his attentions moving further away from those around him as he retreated into himself.