the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-12-11 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, !hotel, *log, methos, sam alexander |
quicklog: methos and sam a, gotham beer tasting
[Meeting with a stranger to go on an adventure was not actually Methos' idea of a good time. He loved traveling and was bored of his version of Earth, true, but he was too suspicious, too much of a survivor, to be considered an extrovert. He was easy going and friendly enough to blend in, but he didn't like putting himself at risk. However, Gotham seemed to be a relatively safe door for an immortal--no guillotines and all--and despite appearances, he was armed well enough to protect himself. He didn't look like much. A little too tall and lanky, with a big nose, and a trenchcoat and oversized sweater that all made him merrily average.
The sword, the dagger, and the gun were all very well hidden in his coat.
He leaned against the door into Gotham, shoulders hunched slightly, as he worked over in his mind the more difficult problem of his name. He was starting a new life, and all immortals knew how to reinvent themselves. Adam Pierson was done. Too much baggage with Pierson now. He tried Benjamin Adams on the journal and thought he'd see how that worked out. It'd been almost two hundred years since he'd used it. Benjamin was an all right name.
He really just hoped nobody would call him Benny. Benny. No, he was really not a Benny.]