Post by Vetis on Jul 24, 2013 12:21:38 GMT -5
I don't play nice
I don't give in
Was it nature? Was it nurture?
Maybe I was just born evil.
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Vetis was quite interested in this town. He always wanted to laugh at every day he woke up. Things were always so interesting. He made sure that he was able to do interesting things. He wasn't about to lead some boring life. He had hundred and hundreds of years behind him and he was determined to ensure he didn't lead a boring life. Most of all, he wasn't about to let life pass by without continuing what he was all about. Coruption.
He kicked down the kickstand of his bike and got off it. He had been happy at convincing the Sheriff to allow him a motorcycle. Well, it had more to do with the fact he had a motorcycle liscence and told the Sheriff that he was more comfortable with a motorcycle than a squad car. He was also able to move around easier with a bike than a car. He could get places faster. And, apparently, the Sheriff was pleased with his response times if he hadn't taken away his bike priveleges yet.
The demon tugged off his helmet and cracked his neck. It had been a long night and he was pulling the morning shift. He didn't mind, he didn't really need to sleep. Like he wanted to sleep. He just wandered into the station to the smell of coffee and idle chatter from other officers. They greeted him with friendly smiles and waves. He couldn't help but return them. He had no ill will against any of them. He didn't want to kill them. No. He just wanted their souls. He wanted to bring them to hell with him and laugh at how even the mighty police could fall to his hand.
He set his helmet on his desk as he headed to the coffee machine, greeting another officer on the way by. He had never been a big coffee drinker until this job. Ever since, he appreciated it and actually became fond of the drink. Not enough to drink it often, a cup of a day at the beginning of his shift, sometimes one during it depending on his level of boredom. But he liked it with a lot of sugar and a little bit of milk to take the burn away, not that he minded the heat.
Vetis returned back to his desk to glance through some of the work that he had let pile up on it. They were mainly just a couple reports he had to finish, ones that wouldn't take too long to finish. He had tickets to follow up on. It wasn't enough to keep him occupied here, not that he would be left to his desk all day. He had to go on patrol soon.
Of course, he was soon aware of someone entering the station looking for him. Or, more specifically, Deupty Gaitan. Oh how he wondered who would decide to pay him attention, to come meet with him. The voice didn't sound too familiar, which made this a little more exciting.
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I don't give in
Was it nature? Was it nurture?
Maybe I was just born evil.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Vetis was quite interested in this town. He always wanted to laugh at every day he woke up. Things were always so interesting. He made sure that he was able to do interesting things. He wasn't about to lead some boring life. He had hundred and hundreds of years behind him and he was determined to ensure he didn't lead a boring life. Most of all, he wasn't about to let life pass by without continuing what he was all about. Coruption.
He kicked down the kickstand of his bike and got off it. He had been happy at convincing the Sheriff to allow him a motorcycle. Well, it had more to do with the fact he had a motorcycle liscence and told the Sheriff that he was more comfortable with a motorcycle than a squad car. He was also able to move around easier with a bike than a car. He could get places faster. And, apparently, the Sheriff was pleased with his response times if he hadn't taken away his bike priveleges yet.
The demon tugged off his helmet and cracked his neck. It had been a long night and he was pulling the morning shift. He didn't mind, he didn't really need to sleep. Like he wanted to sleep. He just wandered into the station to the smell of coffee and idle chatter from other officers. They greeted him with friendly smiles and waves. He couldn't help but return them. He had no ill will against any of them. He didn't want to kill them. No. He just wanted their souls. He wanted to bring them to hell with him and laugh at how even the mighty police could fall to his hand.
He set his helmet on his desk as he headed to the coffee machine, greeting another officer on the way by. He had never been a big coffee drinker until this job. Ever since, he appreciated it and actually became fond of the drink. Not enough to drink it often, a cup of a day at the beginning of his shift, sometimes one during it depending on his level of boredom. But he liked it with a lot of sugar and a little bit of milk to take the burn away, not that he minded the heat.
Vetis returned back to his desk to glance through some of the work that he had let pile up on it. They were mainly just a couple reports he had to finish, ones that wouldn't take too long to finish. He had tickets to follow up on. It wasn't enough to keep him occupied here, not that he would be left to his desk all day. He had to go on patrol soon.
Of course, he was soon aware of someone entering the station looking for him. Or, more specifically, Deupty Gaitan. Oh how he wondered who would decide to pay him attention, to come meet with him. The voice didn't sound too familiar, which made this a little more exciting.
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NOTES: For Deucalion
MUSIC: "Bad Blood" - Creature feature