[ To most, this would be a prison. An Orson Wells-esque, big brother is watching you sort of deal. The cameras, the security. The fact that the sky is fake.
But Gabe? Gabe's never felt more alive. It's not that he has victims, or prey to fall back on--it's that he doesn't. It's a strange feeling, one that doesn't exactly make him elated. He misses his family and he misses messing with them, sure, but this is more opportunities. He's not grounded, not anymore. He can fly.
Not literally, of course, but Gabe finds himself in a coffee shop. That's what most people his age did, anyway, wasn't it? Since he was 18. Stay in coffee shops. Be pretentious. Pretend they knew everything about old black and white movies and politics. Gabe supposes he could, too.
He spots the redhead--pretty, but meaning business--ducking in and then out, but doesn't think much about it. It's just yet another person in a busy, busy world. Let her go about and do whatever it is people did. It's when she comes in the second time that Gabe perks up, a cup of coffee long gone cold in his hands. No cream or sugar, not a single sip taken from it. ]
Stood up?
[ He's guessing she's the type to stand up her dates, though. ]
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But Gabe? Gabe's never felt more alive. It's not that he has victims, or prey to fall back on--it's that he doesn't. It's a strange feeling, one that doesn't exactly make him elated. He misses his family and he misses messing with them, sure, but this is more opportunities. He's not grounded, not anymore. He can fly.
Not literally, of course, but Gabe finds himself in a coffee shop. That's what most people his age did, anyway, wasn't it? Since he was 18. Stay in coffee shops. Be pretentious. Pretend they knew everything about old black and white movies and politics. Gabe supposes he could, too.
He spots the redhead--pretty, but meaning business--ducking in and then out, but doesn't think much about it. It's just yet another person in a busy, busy world. Let her go about and do whatever it is people did. It's when she comes in the second time that Gabe perks up, a cup of coffee long gone cold in his hands. No cream or sugar, not a single sip taken from it. ]
Stood up?
[ He's guessing she's the type to stand up her dates, though. ]