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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:25 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 6:34 pm
After a brief but satisfactory siesta in one of the building's discrete lower rooms, Incinerator emerged in the main floor from below. He paced the length of the buffet, seeing to it the food he had prepared was up to code, and absently reached out towards one of the many displays of wings. He took a bite, promptly accompanied by a loud yummy sound.
Tequila lime. His favorite.
He let the weight of his body push the doors apart for him without breaking his stride, breathing in the crisp air with a contented sigh. How no one had discovered his oasis was a wonder.
Perhaps he should give the business, oh, a little advertisement. Perhaps.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:49 pm
Her necklace jingled softly, the collar of her coat flapped in the wind. Natania knew not where the strange calling was taking her, but was not anxious in anyway. Am I getting any closer? she wondered. Her eyes perked up as she noticed a black building coming up in the distance. As she neared the cube, her feet stopped near the pavement that would have led her toward the entrance. Her head was turned to her side as she stood with one hand in her pocket jacket, observing this building. After a short while, she closed her eyes in thought. This isn't the place I'm looking for. Regardless, she opened her eyes to look at the building some more. The color, the background, the construction of it; no doubt something like this would also have attracted her to this location. Looking forward, Natania could still sense where her feet was still leading her. She ended up turning and walked toward the entrance to what was known as the Den of Sin.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:50 pm
Incinerator was slouched against the wall beside the Den of Sin entryway, less than willing to continue his inspection of the grounds. He inclined his head to watch a familiar figure approach from the distance. A grin slowly grew across his face.
"Hello, Natania, my dear," he called out. "So pleased to see such a lovely visitor in my midst."
He gave a brief sweeping bow at the waist, arms splayed, as smooth as could be expected considering he had not ceased to slouch against the wall behind him.
"I am afraid I have business to attend to," Incinerator sighed. "I have yet to visit the Paradise Resort. Inspection of the grounds, you know. You are welcome to join me, if you wish. If not, I highly recommend taking a look around."
He motioned towards the entrance beside which he rested.
"Hot food, cold liquor, cozy decor. I'd be glad to give you the grand tour, answer any and all questions you might have, but there is the matter of my little errand first. Join me for a look at my wholesome resort, or remain for a moment's solitude in my pleasure den. The choice is yours. With that I go in the hopes I will be brief."
He braced his hands against the wall to either side of his body, giving himself a gentle push in forward propulsion. He clasped hands behind his back, slowly making his way to his last checkpoint, whistling a cheery tune as he went along.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:48 pm
Incinerator. Natania thought to herself as he welcomed her. She looked at the building as he spoke but turned to him once again as he made his way to the Paradise Resort as he called it. He's suddenly whistling. He looked like he wanted to just loiter around not too long ago. she blinked. Glancing back at the Den of Sin, Natania decided to follow him, questions forming in her mind. "So this is the Human territory you mentioned of. Have there been any other visitors?" she asked, wondering if any other demons coincidentally passed by. After having heard his conversation about humans and demons, she wondered if perhaps the location she was originally headed to was none other than a Demon territory. She could not have possibly come by the Human territory by mistake.
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 4:00 pm
Incinerator emerged groggily from the stairwell, head bowed low, and placed an unsteady hand on the bar.
His fingers played along its surface, circled patterns in the dust. He pursed his lips. Blew. Watched the particles dance.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Someday, perhaps, soon even, he might emerge from his prolonged stasis.
Each solitary moment an opportunity to do anything or, perhaps, nothing.
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