Damien Thorn (thorn_of_satan) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-09-28 05:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn (future plot) |
Arrival
Who: Damien Thorn [open]
When: Late morning of September 27
Where: City Hall
What: Arriving in the past
Rating: TBD
Note: It's open to any from present time, or at least before 2020. :)
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Damien Thorn wished he could have been more pleased. He had gotten what he wanted, he had become Mayor of Los Angeles a night before.. and was on a quest to get even more. He had hoped that in time, once he could progress, that he'd be able to go beyond the city. Maybe continue all the way to that chair in the White House. He should be happy about this, he should. It was an accomplishment. But another part of him felt as if was empty. As if it wasn't really a pressing matter, just another plan in which he was just going through the motions. Years before, he'd thought it would be different. It was a better time. Of course, he did plan to ascend to this position all on his own, alone, as he was a couple decades before.
But then, at some point, he had a woman. A mate. It was short-lived, but he also had a son. It wasn't Alexander, it wasn't like the one he had met as a grown man. A son was actually born to him. And his level of evil was slightly diminished. He would be capable of it, yes, but could just as well go the other way. He'd probably have more of a choice. So he had refrained from telling him things about their legacy, about being the antichrist, about their destiny (which was already a slight change from his own world). He had altered his goal, deciding that he wouldn't gain that power alone, that at least he had family, a son.. to share in it with. But then, nine years later in 2020, Jakob Thorn had perished. And it was not pretty. It was not quick and painless. He had suffered. Damien had seen it in every agonizing detail on the security feed.
Nothing could bring him back. The Senior Partners couldn't do it.. or maybe it was a case of not wanting to. It wasn't like Jakob was from another reality.. he was from here. Though as he thought of it, perhaps if anyone would bring him back if they were able, it would probably be The Powers. Regardless, Damien was alone once again, but this time it was worse. So he pressed on, his mind going to darker places than he had before. He would still do his public thing, maybe save a life if it served his interests or the Partners. The opposite in the race had met him a few days before. The man had then killed himself by jumping off a tall bridge. Without a rival, Damien was elected into the position by default. His name was announced as Mayor Damien Thorn by the local news last night, along with comments of praise and public approval. He had gotten prepared in the morning. He was dressed quite nicely, wearing a suit that senators and presidents were accustomed to being seen in, his hair and face cleaned up nicely.
Damien was going to hold a press conference. He was to give the usual speech about city government, about his plans, along with supposed reasons for the kidnappings and a seeming interest in finding a solution to it (though he already knew the truth). He had been walking outside his home.. and had felt something amiss. As he opened his eyes again, he saw that he was on the steps of City Hall. Well, okay then. He had not expected to been here so fast. But as he walked up to the doors, he had a nagging suspicion that not all was quite right now. The surrounding buildings were a little different. As were the cars. And there were more people walking the streets. He approached a guard and addressed him. "Excuse me.. where are the reporters? There are none here at present."
The guard paused, stared a moment. "I don't know, sir, there isn't a conference planned for a week or two. Why do you need a reporter?"
Damien looked confused at that, but his expression remained impassive. "There is one planned for today. I should know, I called for it. It's for talk addressed to the city. I was to speak to the public as the new Mayor."
The man stared at him, then shook his head. "No, sir. You must be mistaken. You're not the mayor. You.. wait." He seemed to recognize him then. "You're.. Thorn, yeah? Thought I recognized you. You're the guy who donated some funds to a hospital last week. Some of the guys over there mentioned it."
Damien stared back. He nodded in reply. He continued to look into his eyes. And then he grimaced. He saw that it was the truth. The man this sentry knew as Mayor was not him, it was instead an older man, and with a few more pounds. "Yes, yes.. that's right. I apologize. Forgive me, I was confused. I will go now." He turned around then, walking back down the steps and began walking on the sidewalk. Looking at the newspaper stand, he paid for it and began to walk way. His inquisitive eyes caught sight of the date.
September 27th, 2006. The article format was also slightly different. He felt like cursing under his breath. So, he was back in this era. He was in the past. The Senior Partners must have done this. He did recall hearing about some things that should happen to Team Good Guy, most of it was quite colorful indeed, and very descriptive. One of them was something about sending people to the past to change it, maybe mess it up a bit for them too. He had thought it was a joke. But seeing things now, the place becoming more and more not just memories.. he saw that this place would get interesting very quick.