Post by Dominick Hudson on Mar 5, 2009 2:56:42 GMT -5
[blue]Dominick Hudson woke up shortly before sunset. He stretched, yawned, and stood slowly. Bones crunched and cracked, joints popping loudly and he squared his shoulders and bent to his toes. Daily routines were kind of a thing. Dom raked his fingers through his, sighing heavily as he did so. He scratched himself as any man does and went to the window, opening the shades he had put down so he could sleep. The sun was slowly and steadily racing toward the horizon. He knew that this would be a good night. Dom padded to the bathroom and turned on the shower, brushed his teeth, pulled off his boxers and stepped into to scorching hot water.
He dressed to impress tonight. Not for any particular reason accept to be presentable for his clients, should he have any. Dom dressed in black suit pants, a black button down shirt tucked in and held in place by a carefully placed leather belt. His buckle was not original, but adorned a four-leaf clover with a motto saying, "Feeling Lucky?" His closet was filled with interesting choices, but he felt like standing out. Thus he chose an eletric blue vest with a soft sheen. On top of that he wore a custom fit suitcoat, and pulled on clean, black Converse hightops, looking as if they had never been worn before. He was not expecting clients, but should they come, at least he looked pretty damn sexy.
His hair was dried and swept from his face, in a somewhat fly away fashion. Dom went to the window once more and looked out at the deep purple of the sky. It was time. Shoving his keys in his pocket, Dom went out his door and trotted down the one flight of stairs it took to get to street level. He decided that a walk would suffice. Feeling fresh and invigorated, he almost felt like dancing. He rounded the next corner and entered the park. Dom began to tap dance, dull thuds hitting the pavement instead of the smart clicks of metal that he had gotten used to hearing when he took lessons. He always thought it was a little easier to get someone when you had an unlikely skill. Tap dance was his game.
The stars above were shining brightly through the light pollution and he sighed when he stopped to lean on a post. There was a playground, but he didn't feel very much like a pedofile tonight. Dom wanted someone to play with. But the play he wanted dealt with the strategically placed weaponry he had on his body.[/blue]
He dressed to impress tonight. Not for any particular reason accept to be presentable for his clients, should he have any. Dom dressed in black suit pants, a black button down shirt tucked in and held in place by a carefully placed leather belt. His buckle was not original, but adorned a four-leaf clover with a motto saying, "Feeling Lucky?" His closet was filled with interesting choices, but he felt like standing out. Thus he chose an eletric blue vest with a soft sheen. On top of that he wore a custom fit suitcoat, and pulled on clean, black Converse hightops, looking as if they had never been worn before. He was not expecting clients, but should they come, at least he looked pretty damn sexy.
His hair was dried and swept from his face, in a somewhat fly away fashion. Dom went to the window once more and looked out at the deep purple of the sky. It was time. Shoving his keys in his pocket, Dom went out his door and trotted down the one flight of stairs it took to get to street level. He decided that a walk would suffice. Feeling fresh and invigorated, he almost felt like dancing. He rounded the next corner and entered the park. Dom began to tap dance, dull thuds hitting the pavement instead of the smart clicks of metal that he had gotten used to hearing when he took lessons. He always thought it was a little easier to get someone when you had an unlikely skill. Tap dance was his game.
The stars above were shining brightly through the light pollution and he sighed when he stopped to lean on a post. There was a playground, but he didn't feel very much like a pedofile tonight. Dom wanted someone to play with. But the play he wanted dealt with the strategically placed weaponry he had on his body.[/blue]
