Liana Skye
Location: End's Beach
Phase: Evening Phase
Date: 07.09.1994 (WED)
Weather: Clear Skies
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The man let out a quiet laugh, and a sneering smile rose to his lips.Originally Posted by Liana
Those enigmatic eyes of his were now completely locked onto Liana, keeping as close eye on her as she did on him. There was no sense of proper danger around him... but that was because there was no sense of anything around him, not really. Even the way the man carried herself felt like an enigma. He was as hard to read as the shadow of the lighthouse that fell upon the beach, and the setting sun behind him, reflected off the waves, drew him in colours of burnt orange straight into the girl's retinas.
"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in parties without alcohol. Besides. I'm working. So can't let loose either," the man said, lazily leaning against the wall of the lighthouse. "But no. I'm not shy either. I just prefer... privacy. That might make me look suspicious, yes... but who isn't? Everyone has something to hide. Some just are more obvious about it."
That uncomfortable grin widened.
"--- I am very obvious."
He made a shrugging gesture, and some sort of metal-like sound clinked within his long leather jacket as it moved. It didn't sound like chains or accessories, but rather... something heavy and something that could rattle slightly. Maybe it was the source of the odd scent that hung around the man too - the smell of gunpowder and sharp steel that was draped over his shoulders like a heavy cloak.
"Still. You on the other hand, seem very curious. Now why would that be?" the man continued. "It's not illegal to be here. Or to watch other people. If anything... you people are the intruders here, on the beach. But I let you be - and you should let me be. It's easier that way."
He brought his cigarette to his lips once more and took a drag, blowing up a cloud of smoke towards the skies.
"Though... I suppose I can forgive it. I'm a simple man, after all."
He smiled unpleasantly as he locked eyes with Liana.
"And the company of a pretty little thing like you is always welcome."