Post by ASHER on Aug 18, 2012 21:22:07 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, height: 475ps; width: 450px; background-color: #0a2a03; border-radius: 20px, 20px, 20px, 20px, btable][cs=2] I move too slow And I think too fast And the first rainbow I see Will be the last | |
| [atrb=style, height: 370px; width: 325px; border-radius: 20px] [rs=2]Why was he here again? Nevermind, that was a rhetorical question. Of course he knew why. To say the least, he was out of place. His usual traveler's clothes were currently folded up nicely on a thin mattress that he was suppose to call a bed back at the HQ. Instead, Asher found himself wearing a pair of uncomfortably stiff, black slacks, a white dress shirt, a black tailcoat, and an emerald green tie. He shifted his shoulders slightly, adjusting the tail coat jacket. His hair was still tied up in a ponytail, and his bangs were swept off to the side and out of his eyes. This certainly was not what he was expecting to have to deal with when he joined Team Imum. Nonetheless, Asher drummed his fingers on one of the tables, casually sipping his alcoholic drink, not caring in the slightest about age restriction. As he finished his drink, he set the empty glass down and pocketed his hand, feeling the cold metal of his switchblade in his pant's pocket. He was itching for a fight, itching to draw blood. But he would wait - wait until the order was given. As he looked around from person to person, he wondered how many other people around him were part of Team Imum. Everyone seemed to be dressed rather sharply. He began to wonder if he fit in correctly. Some street-smart rat can throw on a different pair of clothes, but that didn't change the fact that he was still a rat. Someone brushed against him, and he barely kept from jumping. "Sorry," the stranger muttered before continuing on. Asher gripped his switchblade tightly, an automatic response to anything. "No worries," he breathed back, doing his best to keep a calm tone. Taking a deep breath, he strolled forward, removed his hand from his pocket, and gently tapped a young woman on the shoulder. Well, even a rat could pretend. "Would you... care for a dance?" he questioned in a suave tone. The young lady giggled, gave him her hand, and his steps fell in tune with hers. They didn't dance for longer than five minutes before she was swept away by another male. Unperturbed, Asher moved on and asked for a second woman's hand to join him in a dance. She agreed, and again, they danced for a short time. Already bored of the two short dances he participated in, Asher took his place back at the table, already starting on a second drink. He was in desperate need of something interesting to happen otherwise he might just die of boredom before any order was made. Words: 440 Tags: Open Notes: N/A | [rs=2][atrb=style, width: 110px]   |