Wayfaring Stranger (Open)
Feb 3, 2014 21:10:38 GMT -5
Post by jayjayjr on Feb 3, 2014 21:10:38 GMT -5
Garo Fonteyne was a difficult man to get to know. There was so much in the way. There was that 'holier than thous' attitude he dragged around and that avid disinterest in anything around him. He would spent an entire evening at a dinner party, drink in his hand, pairs of eyes watching him and still manage to not utter a single word. It was a skill most wouldn't want to have but for Garo, it was only more reasons why he stood out.
Though even getting that far would take time. For now, Garo sat in his chair, sprawled out like a prince on his thrown, waiting to be fed grapes. The image wasn't so commonplace here. Every day, Garo would sit in his bedroom like this, taking his time to become appropriately dressed. Often there would be stylists to help but usually he enjoyed taking matters into his own hands.
Staring into the large oval mirror, Garo analyze the image. He pored over every inch of himself, demanding perfection. Garo was a man with high standards and no one ever seemed to reach them, not even himself. Satisfied that he looked 'good enough', the man stood. The mirror high enough to show the entirety of his 6'4'' frame.
His hair was down this morning but his skin was painted almost flawlessly. The vibrant colour fell in waves down his back, complimenting the warm shades over his eyes and lips. His clothes were of course designed by the best. Nothing less would do.
Picking up the few items he needed, Garo pocketed them and left his home. He made his way down to the streets of the Capitol, looking over the cafes, deciding which one he would try today. The brightly coloured facades often made it difficult for anything to stand out. After nearly ten minutes of walking down the street, he finally stopped at one.
The walls were a powder blue with up/down lights highlighting them in a way that distrubed him. The warmth of the light only seemed to clash with the cool blue tones of the wall. He shook his head, some people will do anything to stand out. Was he any different?
Garo moved into the cafe, ordering his drink, taking no notice of the people that were there. After picking up his drink, Garo, made his way back out onto the street. One hand on his beverage, the other adjusting the cream coloured ruffled collar.
Though even getting that far would take time. For now, Garo sat in his chair, sprawled out like a prince on his thrown, waiting to be fed grapes. The image wasn't so commonplace here. Every day, Garo would sit in his bedroom like this, taking his time to become appropriately dressed. Often there would be stylists to help but usually he enjoyed taking matters into his own hands.
Staring into the large oval mirror, Garo analyze the image. He pored over every inch of himself, demanding perfection. Garo was a man with high standards and no one ever seemed to reach them, not even himself. Satisfied that he looked 'good enough', the man stood. The mirror high enough to show the entirety of his 6'4'' frame.
His hair was down this morning but his skin was painted almost flawlessly. The vibrant colour fell in waves down his back, complimenting the warm shades over his eyes and lips. His clothes were of course designed by the best. Nothing less would do.
Picking up the few items he needed, Garo pocketed them and left his home. He made his way down to the streets of the Capitol, looking over the cafes, deciding which one he would try today. The brightly coloured facades often made it difficult for anything to stand out. After nearly ten minutes of walking down the street, he finally stopped at one.
The walls were a powder blue with up/down lights highlighting them in a way that distrubed him. The warmth of the light only seemed to clash with the cool blue tones of the wall. He shook his head, some people will do anything to stand out. Was he any different?
Garo moved into the cafe, ordering his drink, taking no notice of the people that were there. After picking up his drink, Garo, made his way back out onto the street. One hand on his beverage, the other adjusting the cream coloured ruffled collar.
