Post by BANNER MADDOCK on Mar 20, 2011 21:21:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true]  ☠☣☢ I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT, ☆☆ IT LOVED ME IN MY HEAD, I TRIED TO BE A CHARMER ☆☆ Banner had by now made it a habit to be anywhere he wasn't supposed to be. Snooping, getting into usually restricted areas, messing with the experiments for a little playdate. Getting reprimanded before let loose to do whatever he liked again. Perhaps he'd gotten to used to that pattern. Today? He'd put the staff on edge today by surprising them-- staying out of trouble that would usually get him an earful. Or two. It didn't really matter since it usually went in one ear and out the other. He didn't really care since he practically paid for over half the building and everything inside, anyway. There wasn't any government grant that would pay for all of this. At least, not knowingly. Even though he was at the facility, he resisted the temptation to get right to snooping for the latest news or gossiping with the lady at the front desk. Instead, he was getting straight to business at... Doing absolutely nothing. The man closed the door behind him, waiting for the satisfying click of it shutting before beginning his slow descent up the stairs. He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and tugged out a cigarette, lighting it briefly before tucking the lighter back away. He didn't really smoke as much as he used them to wave around. They were good for conversations. Made him look classy, like he could afford to waste something as small as a cigarette. Because he could. It had become more of a reflex than anything, now that he was anxious without anyone to talk to. What kind of father teaches his kid to wave cigarettes around? One that knew damn well what he was doing, apparently. Of course, he wasn't in the mood for that kind of thinking right now. Nor was he ever. Only when there were meetings with the promise of edibles did he really show up for actual work work, but then there was a sudden change that he thought too unfamiliar to him. Instead he preferred spending his time very much in the now, enjoying things. Like sunshine. Thus, the rooftop. When was the last time he had enjoyed some sunshine? When he'd taken the golfcart and challenged a couple of friends to bumpercars on his father's old course? Friends being old lays, and challenged as in watched on the side trying to get a bit of a tan. If money couldn't get a couple of average modelesque fellows driving expensive equipment about and tearing up virgin grass, what could it? Banner shouldered open the door with fond memories of shorts, sunburns, and sunshine only to find that said golden glowing orb of gas had shirked its duties of pleasing him and snuck behind masses of clouds. The cigarette hung loosely between his fingers in disappointment, leaning in the doorway with an almost pout. Well, forget that, then. He scanned the rooftop, a slight roll to his step as he left the doorway in order to step out into the lack of sun. His eyes caught a certain something, or rather, someone of interest. However, in the gleam of this not-sunlight, their white hair took hold of his attention. It wasn't often he saw people with white hair. Sure, some of the experiments had it because of the animal they were based from. Others had it because they were old or albino. Whatever the circumstance, he knew the man was both a shifter and one of the guards here. Both lead to recognizing him well enough, but he hadn't really become subject to one of his gossiping bouts. Yet. Not that he had much of an opportunity-- Banner was a busy man. There were lots of people vying for his attention. Either way he casually strolled up to the familiar stranger, grinning lopsidedly. "Well, if it isn't tall white and dashing. What are you doing up here all alone?" His voice lilted a bit, tapping out the butt of his cigarette. Sure, Luca was only two inches taller than himself, but tall enough. |
