Dietrich von Lohengrin「marionettenspieler 」 (satanicheart) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-21 21:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, dietrich von lohengrin |
Who: Dietrich & Damien.
What: Drinking coffee, dinner and scheming.
When: Late afternoon, early in the evening.
Where: The Sidewalk Café.
Rating: PG-13. Some blood & mature themes.
Status: Complete.
It was a cozy place the one he had picked to survey Los Angeles that day. The tables were at display in an open gallery with a stunning view to the beach; each of them was covered with a colorful cloth with red and white squared fabric. Dietrich approved the aesthetics and sat nearby one of the dark pillars at the entrance, removing his sunshades and setting down his bag full of book and notes. He was casually dressed in black jeans and an open white shirt, his hair was brushed by the breeze. He projected the image of a very attractive foreign exchange student who was studying in College rather than a world class terrorist.
Known as the best place to watch people in Los Angeles, hmm?
Dietrich had done all kinds of research, from the dusty libraries and the depths of the internet sites, but nothing was more telling the direct observation of people going on their normal lives in this bustling city. He had come across this suggestion during that simple investigation. It was more fascinating to know the faceless masses before he took a stab to the two sides that were battling in their backs.
A plain-looking waitress rushed to attend him, wearing a smile after she shot a lingering look at him.
“Welcome to The Sidewalk Café. My name is Alice. You can choose what to order from our menu,” she introduced herself, offering him the shut list of options to him. He opened it and pretended to read it. “We have wide varieties of pasta and soups. Our recommendations for today are our famous Sidewalk burgers and--”
“A cup of coffee, please,” Dietrich answered, closing the menu and returning it to the blinking girl. “Espresso, extra bitter.”
He turned his gaze to the streets and the beach, and then they fell in the families, group of friends and couples sharing their meal together. How innocent: laughing and gossiping. Each of them blissfully believing nobody in the world hated them enough to give them a hell. Perhaps he would toy with them soon. After he finished his coffee and perhaps the dinner he would order later. It was still early and his investigation had only begun.