Post by AUGUST WITT on Sept 20, 2011 10:05:41 GMT -5
Confidential didn't always mean important, but of course August liked to think of himself as being very important, indeed. In his own eyes he was. More so than some of the others of his kind. He was building a bigger, better, brighter future for the Gargoyles, or attempting to, which was exactly what his family intended him to do. He was young, intelligent, confident... everything a good politician needed to be and lets face it, he was easy on the eyes and he knew it. In fact he was confident he could walk around and get any woman he really wanted to, but none were really all that worthy of his time. A woman he brought home would simply be for the evening and he didn't like doing that too often. August needed to save face, after all.
August was surprised that the girl so willingly told him where she worked. That was dangerous, telling a stranger where you worked. He supposed she decided she could trust him since he was standing there, not trying to do anything, waiting for her cab ride home so he could pay for it. He probably seemed nonthreatening, but that was never a reason to let your guard down! This girl clearly had something wrong with her. Found wandering and limping in an alley with nothing on and then going and trusting the first person she sees, despite his professionalism and friendly demeanor. Didn't she read the news? Sure, Scriptor Bay was voted one of the nations safest cities but that didn't mean it was without crime!
"Politics aren't for everyone." He agreed keeping his friendly appearance. He was glad he came across her and not someone else. Someone who would have taken advantage of this situation. She was an easy target to say the least. "And you should be careful about who you disclose personal information to. I certainly wouldn't harm you but that's not to say someone else wouldn't. However, if ever I feel like I need to run into you, I at least know where you can be found." He offered a little grin and wink as if he would somehow ever want to find her again, but he knew he probably wouldn't. Not to mention he was sure that particular store wasn't open after dark very often, except maybe in the winter months when it grew dark early. He would never have the opportunity, again, not that he'd want to.
A car pulled around the corner and slowed down and August realized it was a cab and he breathed a very silent sigh of relief. finally, he thought to himself as the cab slowed near them and came to a halt. "Looks like your ride is here." he told Flynn, moving forward and grabbing the back doors handle and pulling it open for the young woman. He stepped aside and waved his hand, allowing her access to the vehicle.
August was surprised that the girl so willingly told him where she worked. That was dangerous, telling a stranger where you worked. He supposed she decided she could trust him since he was standing there, not trying to do anything, waiting for her cab ride home so he could pay for it. He probably seemed nonthreatening, but that was never a reason to let your guard down! This girl clearly had something wrong with her. Found wandering and limping in an alley with nothing on and then going and trusting the first person she sees, despite his professionalism and friendly demeanor. Didn't she read the news? Sure, Scriptor Bay was voted one of the nations safest cities but that didn't mean it was without crime!
"Politics aren't for everyone." He agreed keeping his friendly appearance. He was glad he came across her and not someone else. Someone who would have taken advantage of this situation. She was an easy target to say the least. "And you should be careful about who you disclose personal information to. I certainly wouldn't harm you but that's not to say someone else wouldn't. However, if ever I feel like I need to run into you, I at least know where you can be found." He offered a little grin and wink as if he would somehow ever want to find her again, but he knew he probably wouldn't. Not to mention he was sure that particular store wasn't open after dark very often, except maybe in the winter months when it grew dark early. He would never have the opportunity, again, not that he'd want to.
A car pulled around the corner and slowed down and August realized it was a cab and he breathed a very silent sigh of relief. finally, he thought to himself as the cab slowed near them and came to a halt. "Looks like your ride is here." he told Flynn, moving forward and grabbing the back doors handle and pulling it open for the young woman. He stepped aside and waved his hand, allowing her access to the vehicle.
