[September 18th, 2:03 a.m.] As I saunter the streets of New York, I find nothing more appealing than the smell of the street after a crime-bound night. Sirens ravage the never sleeping air and play a sweet, melancholy tune to my ear. Where there's coppers, there's trouble. Stepping off the curb to stroll down an adjacent alley, Italian leather boots thud heavily against the damp pavement, just managing to corner a puddle of dirty rain water. I take to the night quite well, and it suits me, for I look as if the nightlife is the high life.
Bound in an Armani BOSS suit, lightweight pinstriped wool, dark in color. I relay...well, anything but undesirable. You really have to face the facts here, I was a reknown Lord of a rather large kingdom near Averette. The women were substantially subdued by my air of charm. It helps to be devastatingly handsome. In this day and age, though, the female kin of things tend to be a little more, how to say? Hard to woo? They've begun to think for themselves, eventstill...the game is worth playing.
In any case, my journey through dark alleyways and precarious streets isn't mine alone, tonight it would become someone else's story too. I feel it, in my fingers, which withdraw a pack of cigarettes from an inside pocket. Fluid transitions cause a butt against my lips, a book of matches palmed, and finally...lit. Inhaling deeply, I sought the tobacco into one hand, pocketing the matches and pack.
The only hardship of sharing a night with a wanderer, was finding an interesting one. Beggars and homeless were naught of my liking, speaking of which, pale eyes draw onto an older man. Pausing, I kneel to him, ash-colored tresses falling into my ever-so-brilliant green eyes. Words aren't really necessary when communicating with the needy, an outstretched hand with some sort of tattered cloth wrapped around it-- is about as close as you can get to "Give me something."
Ergo, I gave him something, continuing my story whilst I dab away drops of crimson from the corners of my lips. Preferably, it was in sport, not for consumeable need. I have a serious doubt that another one of his "bag buddies" is going to notice his absence. In either case, I literally couldn't care less. Blood taken for greater use is better than blood spilled for careless rage. Another drag of my cigarette would do justice for the time being, a quick flick of my fingers sending it into the wet sides of the alley.
In this very alley is where my story shall begin, ah what the night it would prove to be. I settle a shoulder against the corner of the building, my eyes locked on the door ahead of me, a dazed smile crawling across my face...
[September 17th, 12:26 a.m.] Emerging onto the exiting street, I come to find a group of people gathered around a doorway. Hmm, a club back entrance no doubt, could be interesting. I'm not really one to just leave without saying hello to the masses. I coolly made my way towards the dissipating crowd, a slight annoyance probably obvious on my marble complexion.
A few people, younger I saw, made their way back inside the building. That left two women, a younger looking male and an overly drunk nuisance who stumbled in a non-important direction. Plastering a "I'm awfully too cheery for this conversation" smile onto my full lips, I offered a heart-melting grin. The women paused their conversation to regard me, as I was standing naught but a foot from their elbow. The male, who quickly was becoming an arrogant son of a bitch with his callous glares, simply stood there.
"Good evening, my darling ladies." I crooned, draping an arm about the woman closest to my left, a wave of sweet amber came from her hair as the breeze adjusted. My eyes captured her face, trailing over her slightly upturned nose, to fall upon a thin upper lip. A Monroe piercing caught my eye moreso, a hardly audible sigh pressing my lungs.
All I could hear was giggling from this all-too-abiding redhead; when my heavy gaze turned to address the other woman, I was met with distrust. It was quite rattling, for I'm really used to the whole "goo in the palm of my hand" kind of thing. Quite interesting. I kept this woman's eyes with my own for a brief moment, her piercing blues stirring an excitement in my gut. Without assistance, the male whom I'd forgotten about so carelessly, piped up.
"Can we help you? We were having a sort of private conversation." I tore my attention from this mystery woman, and regarded the man coldly. The thick, sensual smile I had previously, quickly withdrew into a sneer. Taking my arm from the still giggling girl, I moved forward, only to drape it along his narrow shoulders. He made a sound as to argue, but the extreme strength I shoved into his frame made him think twice. Turning to walk with me, I offered a backward glance to the girls, who were now talking amongst themselves. Strange..."blue eyes" had her arms crossed in a fortified manner, her berating scrutiny not leaving me. Something definitely worth looking into.
Jackass walked roughly along with my long strides, only to stop soon thereafter. The corner of the building proved more suitable than I'd first thought. The sordid sneer I kept was menacing it seemed, for the man quickly looked away from my eager stare. "Tell me," I cooed darkly, lowering my head to look at him, "just how long did you think it would take to get one of those girls to fuck you?" The surprise that ran across his face wasn't genuine, for he was as guilty as a whore caught in the bed of a businessman.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, you son of a bitch." He turned to go, but I quickly slammed a hand against the brick to stop his heed. "The fuck man? We're just trying to have a fun night!" I laughed then, lecherously, head upward in jest.
"Mmm, fun." With one quick shuffle, I had pinned him harshly against the wall, having dug into his pocket to pull out a clear vial. "Too bad you've got to get them to pass out first. Really says something about you." One swift jerk upwards, I had easily collided my hand with his temple, a whimpered moan passing through his gaping mouth. Guiding him down to the ground, I set him up against the wall, his head slumped as if he were drunk. Straightening, I turned to head back to my adoring company, only to be startled by none other but "blue eyes" herself.
"I know what you are..." she whispered. Fire, fire in her eyes and those trembling lips. Mmm, pink-lemonade flavored gloss, wonder how that would taste in a ravaging heat of the moment. My green eyes smiled at her, stepping forward to nearly touch her with my broad chest.
"I believe you."