Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2012 23:32:57 GMT -4
The door chimed as the thin brown haired guy walked in. His sun glasses darkened and his head hanging low trying to avoid the sun at all costs. The door came to a close with a loud bang that shattered the man's cool and collected facade. He winced in pain at the clanging door which rang out into the coffee shop. Various patrons sat and drank their warm beverages either simply reading a book or typing away at their keypads. Whatever it was, they were all mindlessly lost in their task, not even phased by the appearance and arrival of this newcomer.
Ryan slightly staggered to the counter where an upbeat brunette barrista stood on the opposite end. She was quite pretty definitely someone he would have to come back to, but right now he needed to shake off this hangover. The girls voice was that of an angel. Her words were soft and sweet, she was clearly as innocent as could be, but if he had his way with her, then she'd be far from innocent. With a slight smile, Ryan tucked away the annoyance he had brewing inside him from this damned hangover and spoke in response to her question. "Just a coffee hun, tall and black."
He had spent the night doing a little drinking which seemed to lead to a lot of drinking. Usually Ryan wasn't one to indulge himself in alcohol, but last night just seemed like a good night to cut loose a tiny bit. Granted he didn't want to just go about manipulating people's emotions without being conscious about it. The knowing was half of the enjoyment of using people. The absent look in their eyes just seems to lift as the emotion pulses through them and there is just nothing like seeing their reaction to the actions they had done while they were forced to take a back seat to their very own life and just allow the most basic and animalistic emotions and instincts to seize control and make the world theirs.
Ryan often wondered the sensation and thoughts that pulsed through someone's mind while under his influence, but never wished to experience that same sensation of having absolutely no control over your actions but having to deal with the fallout of choices that you wished you were gutsy enough to make. He never usually held back his choices as is, he knew he could deal with the situation, but at the same time, he despised the feeling of being useless and helpless. He was never one to allow himself to be put in a position where he was required to play pathetic damsel in distress. The feeling was foreign to him and he enjoyed that fact he wouldn't ever relinquish the control he had over people. Someone might believe Ryan was a power hungry monster, but in reality he was perfectly content with the amount of power he had. He craved no more as it would make him out to be a greater threat and target then he already was.
Also allowing yourself to be consumed with the need of greater power is then allowing yourself to be dominated by the very thing that Ryan feared most, himself. He feared what power he held already and was unaware of his limitations. Thoughts pulled the man back to the time he experimented with anger and jealousy. The power of those emotions were so powerful and raw that he nearly killed a woman and succeeded in the death of another. Such power was frightening and it did scare him what he was capable of, but the fear was exhilarating and a rush which he had seemed to cage up long ago. He had distanced himself so much that he had forgotten what power his own emotions held. But what if he allowed his emotions to build to such an intensity that when they broke free he fell victim to their power?
The very thought of losing control was enough to clam up Ryan's hands and allow the yellow friend to hold it's icy grip on his throat. The man struggled to draw a breath for a moment before the voice of the beautiful girl reeled him back as she slid his drink across the counter. A sweet smile was across her face as she slowly bit down on her lower lip and turned around to tend to the counters. Taking the coffee, Ryan retreated to an empty table near the center of the room away from the large windows which sunlight poured into. As he made a b-line for the table, the fear slowly subsided and released its grip, retreating down his throat and back into its cold and grungy prison.
The man's hand put the cup to his lips and allowed the hot beverage to chase the fear to its home. A light pen mark caught Ryan's eye as he just noticed the name of the barrista written just above the phone number which she had scribed in blue ink onto the napkin she handed him with his drink. Turning his head to the side, he lowered his dark sunglasses and caught the girl checking him out from the counter. Giving her a sly wink and a charming smile, Ryan pushed back the hangover and over came it as best he could. He wasn't going to let this get in his way. Lifting his hand in the air, he called her over and she quickly jumped at the chance to talk to him again.
Setting his coffee on the table, he awaited until her slim figure emerged out of nowhere popping up beside him perky as ever and eager to talk to the handsome guy again. With a smirk, he removed his sunglasses entirely. Looking up he spoke to the girl. "I'm assuming it was you who left me this?" As he spoke he gestured to the napkin with the phone number scribbled on it. She blushed slightly and nodded. "Well when do you get off little lady?" His words rolled off his tongue with confidence in every syllable. His face plastered with a sly smirk that his so much from this innocent girl. She was eagerly listing off her daily schedule. Taking hold of her hand to grab her attention he spoke. "How about I just pick you up here tonight around shall we say eight?" The girl, now giddy as ever, smiled and nodded frantically. "Perfect now get yourself over there and serve these fine people." As she slipped back to the counter, Ryan gave the girl a light tap on the ass.
Plans tonight and the whole day to play, now this was going to be a good day indeed, now the only question he had left to ask himself was who was going to be his daytime play thing today?
Ryan slightly staggered to the counter where an upbeat brunette barrista stood on the opposite end. She was quite pretty definitely someone he would have to come back to, but right now he needed to shake off this hangover. The girls voice was that of an angel. Her words were soft and sweet, she was clearly as innocent as could be, but if he had his way with her, then she'd be far from innocent. With a slight smile, Ryan tucked away the annoyance he had brewing inside him from this damned hangover and spoke in response to her question. "Just a coffee hun, tall and black."
He had spent the night doing a little drinking which seemed to lead to a lot of drinking. Usually Ryan wasn't one to indulge himself in alcohol, but last night just seemed like a good night to cut loose a tiny bit. Granted he didn't want to just go about manipulating people's emotions without being conscious about it. The knowing was half of the enjoyment of using people. The absent look in their eyes just seems to lift as the emotion pulses through them and there is just nothing like seeing their reaction to the actions they had done while they were forced to take a back seat to their very own life and just allow the most basic and animalistic emotions and instincts to seize control and make the world theirs.
Ryan often wondered the sensation and thoughts that pulsed through someone's mind while under his influence, but never wished to experience that same sensation of having absolutely no control over your actions but having to deal with the fallout of choices that you wished you were gutsy enough to make. He never usually held back his choices as is, he knew he could deal with the situation, but at the same time, he despised the feeling of being useless and helpless. He was never one to allow himself to be put in a position where he was required to play pathetic damsel in distress. The feeling was foreign to him and he enjoyed that fact he wouldn't ever relinquish the control he had over people. Someone might believe Ryan was a power hungry monster, but in reality he was perfectly content with the amount of power he had. He craved no more as it would make him out to be a greater threat and target then he already was.
Also allowing yourself to be consumed with the need of greater power is then allowing yourself to be dominated by the very thing that Ryan feared most, himself. He feared what power he held already and was unaware of his limitations. Thoughts pulled the man back to the time he experimented with anger and jealousy. The power of those emotions were so powerful and raw that he nearly killed a woman and succeeded in the death of another. Such power was frightening and it did scare him what he was capable of, but the fear was exhilarating and a rush which he had seemed to cage up long ago. He had distanced himself so much that he had forgotten what power his own emotions held. But what if he allowed his emotions to build to such an intensity that when they broke free he fell victim to their power?
The very thought of losing control was enough to clam up Ryan's hands and allow the yellow friend to hold it's icy grip on his throat. The man struggled to draw a breath for a moment before the voice of the beautiful girl reeled him back as she slid his drink across the counter. A sweet smile was across her face as she slowly bit down on her lower lip and turned around to tend to the counters. Taking the coffee, Ryan retreated to an empty table near the center of the room away from the large windows which sunlight poured into. As he made a b-line for the table, the fear slowly subsided and released its grip, retreating down his throat and back into its cold and grungy prison.
The man's hand put the cup to his lips and allowed the hot beverage to chase the fear to its home. A light pen mark caught Ryan's eye as he just noticed the name of the barrista written just above the phone number which she had scribed in blue ink onto the napkin she handed him with his drink. Turning his head to the side, he lowered his dark sunglasses and caught the girl checking him out from the counter. Giving her a sly wink and a charming smile, Ryan pushed back the hangover and over came it as best he could. He wasn't going to let this get in his way. Lifting his hand in the air, he called her over and she quickly jumped at the chance to talk to him again.
Setting his coffee on the table, he awaited until her slim figure emerged out of nowhere popping up beside him perky as ever and eager to talk to the handsome guy again. With a smirk, he removed his sunglasses entirely. Looking up he spoke to the girl. "I'm assuming it was you who left me this?" As he spoke he gestured to the napkin with the phone number scribbled on it. She blushed slightly and nodded. "Well when do you get off little lady?" His words rolled off his tongue with confidence in every syllable. His face plastered with a sly smirk that his so much from this innocent girl. She was eagerly listing off her daily schedule. Taking hold of her hand to grab her attention he spoke. "How about I just pick you up here tonight around shall we say eight?" The girl, now giddy as ever, smiled and nodded frantically. "Perfect now get yourself over there and serve these fine people." As she slipped back to the counter, Ryan gave the girl a light tap on the ass.
Plans tonight and the whole day to play, now this was going to be a good day indeed, now the only question he had left to ask himself was who was going to be his daytime play thing today?