Post by Ivaret on May 30, 2005 12:26:38 GMT -8
He sat, and he watched. Always watching. The room stayed the same. People would come in, people would leave, but they never even really paid attention to what was going on around them.
Too often, they would cater for attention from someone 'above' them. Or form packs and cliques in which they made themselves feel important. He knew he'd done it to, in time of intense boredom, though more often than not he merely joined in one or another group.
Tonight, he had to do something different. The ever increasing feeling that he was indeed alone drove deep into his soul, creating a gnawing, wanton pulse inside him. He'd felt it before, but that had been long ago. So, he had to do something about it.
Pedro drove him to a small, all night resturant, a large yellow sign emblanzoned 'Dennys' proudly proclaimed it's dominance in the small pavement haven surrounded by pathways for metal horses.
He left Pedro in the car, feeling it was important to remain alone for most of the time this evening, poor Pedro would understand. If not, then he would simply endure. A few moments of walking up the sidewalk, careful to avoid animal feces, and Harvey walked through the door of the establishment, and into something he didn't quite expect.
The woman gave a squeak, and blushed in embarassment as Harvey carefully steadied her. His voice soft, and given a tinge of concern, brushed over her hair and ears. "Are you okay?" Not the most eloquent speechs, but is was filled with apparent honesty.
The woman gave another embarassed smile, and nodded her head slowly. A bit breathless, she carefully stepped back from the enterance, shyly searching for another place to look rather than his broad chest and refined looking features. "Yes.. yes, I- I think so." She managed to stammer, and then inwardly curse herself.
He smiled, cocking his head to the side slightly, letting his gaze run over her. "I hope it's not too forward, but I would you join me for a cup of coffee?" He requested, then continued on before she had time to answer. "You see, I detest sitting alone, at places like this, it makes me feel.. so..." He trailed off, letting her finish the sentence in her head for him.
"Uh.. I don't know." She said quietly, already letting herself be persuaded into what he wished. "It shouldn't hurt anything." She conceeded, nodding her head and smiling.
And, then Harvey realized why she was here alone in the first place.
She hobbled with slow determination, one hip obviously disjointed, and then he noticed the cane that wrapped around her wrist. He did his best not to be judgemental. In his mind, he wondered what happened to her, to cause such a thing. And amazingly enough, it didn't make him want to leave. Instead it made him want to learn more of her.
Her name, it turned out, was Andrea. And she'd been hit by a drunk driver when she turned seventeen. At twenty-five, she was used to walking the way she did. And Harvey couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Even worse, angry for her.
He took her number, and promised he would call her. Wondering, in the back of his mind, why he liked this woman so much and so suddenly. A thought wormed through his mind, one that grew with each heartbeat it wasn't squashed out.
Maybe he wasn't as dead as he thought he was.
With that thought strongly in his heart and head, he walked out to where Pedro was waiting. He slipped into the back, and looked at his servant through the mirror. "It's a beautiful night, Pedro. Why don't you drop me off at home, and go have yourself a little fun." He suggested, and leaned back to look out the window as they drove home. A small smile of victory worn on his lips.
Not as dead as he'd thought.
Too often, they would cater for attention from someone 'above' them. Or form packs and cliques in which they made themselves feel important. He knew he'd done it to, in time of intense boredom, though more often than not he merely joined in one or another group.
Tonight, he had to do something different. The ever increasing feeling that he was indeed alone drove deep into his soul, creating a gnawing, wanton pulse inside him. He'd felt it before, but that had been long ago. So, he had to do something about it.
Pedro drove him to a small, all night resturant, a large yellow sign emblanzoned 'Dennys' proudly proclaimed it's dominance in the small pavement haven surrounded by pathways for metal horses.
He left Pedro in the car, feeling it was important to remain alone for most of the time this evening, poor Pedro would understand. If not, then he would simply endure. A few moments of walking up the sidewalk, careful to avoid animal feces, and Harvey walked through the door of the establishment, and into something he didn't quite expect.
The woman gave a squeak, and blushed in embarassment as Harvey carefully steadied her. His voice soft, and given a tinge of concern, brushed over her hair and ears. "Are you okay?" Not the most eloquent speechs, but is was filled with apparent honesty.
The woman gave another embarassed smile, and nodded her head slowly. A bit breathless, she carefully stepped back from the enterance, shyly searching for another place to look rather than his broad chest and refined looking features. "Yes.. yes, I- I think so." She managed to stammer, and then inwardly curse herself.
He smiled, cocking his head to the side slightly, letting his gaze run over her. "I hope it's not too forward, but I would you join me for a cup of coffee?" He requested, then continued on before she had time to answer. "You see, I detest sitting alone, at places like this, it makes me feel.. so..." He trailed off, letting her finish the sentence in her head for him.
"Uh.. I don't know." She said quietly, already letting herself be persuaded into what he wished. "It shouldn't hurt anything." She conceeded, nodding her head and smiling.
And, then Harvey realized why she was here alone in the first place.
She hobbled with slow determination, one hip obviously disjointed, and then he noticed the cane that wrapped around her wrist. He did his best not to be judgemental. In his mind, he wondered what happened to her, to cause such a thing. And amazingly enough, it didn't make him want to leave. Instead it made him want to learn more of her.
Her name, it turned out, was Andrea. And she'd been hit by a drunk driver when she turned seventeen. At twenty-five, she was used to walking the way she did. And Harvey couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Even worse, angry for her.
He took her number, and promised he would call her. Wondering, in the back of his mind, why he liked this woman so much and so suddenly. A thought wormed through his mind, one that grew with each heartbeat it wasn't squashed out.
Maybe he wasn't as dead as he thought he was.
With that thought strongly in his heart and head, he walked out to where Pedro was waiting. He slipped into the back, and looked at his servant through the mirror. "It's a beautiful night, Pedro. Why don't you drop me off at home, and go have yourself a little fun." He suggested, and leaned back to look out the window as they drove home. A small smile of victory worn on his lips.
Not as dead as he'd thought.
