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Post by HIMA on Mar 1, 2014 12:18:50 GMT -8
He fancied a tropical storm. Oh, what fun would it be - watching the sky turn grey and twist in a fury no mortal could even begin to decipher a painful reckoning. Rain would hail down on the Southern streets - their inhabitants forced out of their usual shady activities and gaudy luminous lights dulled out just a little bit more. The dirt that was found caked on his heels would, well, make more of its presence known.
Maybe all William wanted was a bit of perspiration.
Nevertheless, the streets were dry and the air was drier. He gave a shaky wave at his favourite bartender at The Siren's Song and began his fruitless and boring journey to his clinic, a slight wavering in his steps, odd and disorderly, just the way he liked it.
Pool Boy
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Post by Pool Boy on Mar 2, 2014 9:09:30 GMT -8
Benjamin was not the sort of man to cater to emergency. He took his time, careful when removing the plastic of his laundered suit. He cleaned the the underside of his nails like a jeweler and brushed each tooth, counting, in the mirror. If he were late it could not be helped. In his late thirties, he was a very well put-together man who took life step by step, and for this, never felt overwhelmed. Living was always a struggle, but he handled his own with a mild ease. New opportunities always presented themselves, after all. There was always hope. One door closes and another opens. He had found the second door quite readily this time around. It was a shabby facade beside a dingy puddle. The metal sign creaked in the wind. "I am here to see a man about a horse," he explained, removing his old but well-maintained coat and putting it over his arm. HIMA
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Post by HIMA on Mar 2, 2014 14:59:10 GMT -8
His wheely chair, as he liked to name it, was pushed with his leg so to appear at his open door. His office had a near clean view of the main entrance, and, pushing his wired reading glasses further up his nose, gave the stranger an uneasy smile.
"I've been a visitor, traveller, you name it. But I've never rode houseback." A lie. He remembered polo like he remembered why he didn't have scars. "I wonder why. So I can't help you." William gave the tall man one final look, playing with a strand of his wild hair as if he was shy.
Pool Boy
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Post by Pool Boy on Mar 11, 2014 7:02:10 GMT -8
"Well then, we have something in common." He told the man one the secretary's chair. He was brusque, businesslike, placid and calm. It migut be misinterpreted as an heir of superiority, but it was all just was a habit, really. The dark-haired physician continued with gentle manners, pressing up his eyeglasses with one manicured finger as he looked down. "How has your day been thus far? It's a bit dreary out isn't it?" There was no rush. He was twenty minutes early. HIMA
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