Post by Orca on Jun 4, 2008 19:39:38 GMT -5
Rain poured down, pattering against rooftops and cobblestone streets, soaking everything in sight and drowning what had originally been a bright summer morning in the underground city. Maybe the specially enchanted ceiling that mimicked the weather outside had once been a cool idea, but now it just brought dark clouds that swathed the sky in every direction; an unspoken promise of yet more rain to come.
The general morale of the umbrella-toting groups of people that scurried through the gray streets was a lovely low, as well. The air was filled with the sound of the steady downpour which, to the disgruntlement of those unfortunate to be traveling though it, was loud enough to muffle regular conversation and so, other than a muffled curse here and there as someone accidentally stepped into a puddle, talk was minimal.
But, ah yes, the puddles.
They were everywhere among the pitted and slightly crumbling streets, much to the delight of one certain golden-eyed boy. He stood upon the roof of a building that conveniently overlooked the street, his inhuman gaze narrowed and focused on the ground below, seemingly oblivious of the rain that plastered his clothes to his body and hair to his face and neck. Absently, he brushed a chin-length lock of chocolate brown out of his eyes, shaking his head slightly to remove more of the shaggy curls from his face.
And, -there-, the moment he had been waiting for.
Below him, a group of well-to-do, expensively dressed ladies appeared. They chattered to each other in annoying, high-pitched voices that were intelligible even above the rain. Orca winced. Ugh, girls. Oho, maybe they thought they were safe from the wet with their colorful, matching parasols, but he would fix that soon enough.
A moment of calculation, and the lycan jumped off the roof, plummeting a good twenty feet before he hit the large puddle below with the most delicious SPLASH! exactly as the ladies passed, throwing up a small wave of dingy, dirty water that, wonderfully to plan, completely soaked their bright clothing. The lycan ducked out amidst their outraged screams, giggling uncontrollably and loping quickly out of sight. He stopped to lean back against a building several blocks away where the roof above provided a small cover from the rain, snickering into his hands. What iiiiiiidiots. Humans were, in his slightly biased opinion, mostly useless. It was rare he ever found an interesting one nowadays.
Calming down, Orca raked both hands through his hair, teasing it out of its current flat emo look back to its regular spiky/shaggy/everywhere fashion, where the sides lifted and curled in a semblance of wolf ears. With total disregard to his own modesty and/or any strange glances he received from passerby, the lycan then proceeded to take off his white, Hannah Montana! print t-shirt, the fabric catching on his oversized, black leather dog collar for a second, humming to himself as he wrung it out. Psh, let the humans stare. He was proud of his tanned, toned body and not afraid to show it off. Which he did, and often. He gave the shirt one last twist, and was seriously considering doing the same thing to his pants when something - his lupine six sense maybe? - made him look up.
Wide golden eyes shifted over his surroundings, he scuffed a dirty pink-and-white converse against the ground nervously. It was there, somewhere, he could feel it. Something, or someone, powerful, but in a vague sort of way, like they were good at covering it. Or something? Well. No matter. It wasn't like it had anything to do with him anyway.
Or hey, maybe he would get lucky and it would turn into something interesting? More interesting than splashing in puddles~
The general morale of the umbrella-toting groups of people that scurried through the gray streets was a lovely low, as well. The air was filled with the sound of the steady downpour which, to the disgruntlement of those unfortunate to be traveling though it, was loud enough to muffle regular conversation and so, other than a muffled curse here and there as someone accidentally stepped into a puddle, talk was minimal.
But, ah yes, the puddles.
They were everywhere among the pitted and slightly crumbling streets, much to the delight of one certain golden-eyed boy. He stood upon the roof of a building that conveniently overlooked the street, his inhuman gaze narrowed and focused on the ground below, seemingly oblivious of the rain that plastered his clothes to his body and hair to his face and neck. Absently, he brushed a chin-length lock of chocolate brown out of his eyes, shaking his head slightly to remove more of the shaggy curls from his face.
And, -there-, the moment he had been waiting for.
Below him, a group of well-to-do, expensively dressed ladies appeared. They chattered to each other in annoying, high-pitched voices that were intelligible even above the rain. Orca winced. Ugh, girls. Oho, maybe they thought they were safe from the wet with their colorful, matching parasols, but he would fix that soon enough.
A moment of calculation, and the lycan jumped off the roof, plummeting a good twenty feet before he hit the large puddle below with the most delicious SPLASH! exactly as the ladies passed, throwing up a small wave of dingy, dirty water that, wonderfully to plan, completely soaked their bright clothing. The lycan ducked out amidst their outraged screams, giggling uncontrollably and loping quickly out of sight. He stopped to lean back against a building several blocks away where the roof above provided a small cover from the rain, snickering into his hands. What iiiiiiidiots. Humans were, in his slightly biased opinion, mostly useless. It was rare he ever found an interesting one nowadays.
Calming down, Orca raked both hands through his hair, teasing it out of its current flat emo look back to its regular spiky/shaggy/everywhere fashion, where the sides lifted and curled in a semblance of wolf ears. With total disregard to his own modesty and/or any strange glances he received from passerby, the lycan then proceeded to take off his white, Hannah Montana! print t-shirt, the fabric catching on his oversized, black leather dog collar for a second, humming to himself as he wrung it out. Psh, let the humans stare. He was proud of his tanned, toned body and not afraid to show it off. Which he did, and often. He gave the shirt one last twist, and was seriously considering doing the same thing to his pants when something - his lupine six sense maybe? - made him look up.
Wide golden eyes shifted over his surroundings, he scuffed a dirty pink-and-white converse against the ground nervously. It was there, somewhere, he could feel it. Something, or someone, powerful, but in a vague sort of way, like they were good at covering it. Or something? Well. No matter. It wasn't like it had anything to do with him anyway.
Or hey, maybe he would get lucky and it would turn into something interesting? More interesting than splashing in puddles~