Miz
Level 20 Mizard
It was finally winter. Well it had been winter for a long time, but it had only just started to snow. The small flakes were forming a blanket on the ground that Simon purposely leveled as he walked on the mounting piles. Simon liked winter, he enjoyed the briskness the air adopted for several months. He also enjoyed the quiet of a winter night. Snow nights had an unusual silence about them, like the busy breathing of the city was cut short.
Tonight though was not an ordinary night for Simon. He had just left Lucy's home and was debating on where to go. Travis hadn't spoken to him since the incident at the gas station and now the boy felt somewhat lost without his puppeteer to guide him.
Simon had met Lucy only a few hours ago. She was a woman several years older than him with large voluptuous breasts. He met her at a gas station, she was the attendant. Her eyes were drowsy and she didn't seem one bit pleased to be working a single extra shift. However her expression changed when Simon showed up at the register. She gave Simon a weird look. It was a more of a glare than a look, Simon would remind Travis. That was his reason for taking control of her. He gazed back at her even when Travis instructed him to not waste his time.
Travis would have backed off from the situation but something about the woman made the soul pull back from his body. Simon was left to his own devices. So he watched her do her work at the store, he made her mop the floors and give him a bagel. Eventually he asked her to let him see her house. She quickly obliged him, using the very exact words Simon wanted her to say.
He stayed for dinner and then released her from his control. Then she gave him that look again, but her expression was matched with another. The same one people usually gave Simon when they showed up at their house or woke up in their beds. Simon just smiled and took his leave. He put the leftovers in his backpack.
Travis was still silent though, even as Simon walked up to the bus station. Fortunately it had a roof and a bench to sit at, it wasn't just a pole like some on the south side of town. Still - it was a spooky place, even for Simon, who thought of ghosts or a horror game as he approached. The place was dark, only a dim fluorescent light tube attached to the spot's roof lit the place. The street light only flickered occasional. Simon just thought about how someone in the city government didn't do their job.
Alone with just the snow falling from the ground, Simon wished he didn't lose his phone. He had other phones to use, ones that people gave him. But he didn't want to use those, he wanted the one he bought himself. He was certain Travis made him drop it. It definitely seemed like something Travis would do.
Tonight though was not an ordinary night for Simon. He had just left Lucy's home and was debating on where to go. Travis hadn't spoken to him since the incident at the gas station and now the boy felt somewhat lost without his puppeteer to guide him.
Simon had met Lucy only a few hours ago. She was a woman several years older than him with large voluptuous breasts. He met her at a gas station, she was the attendant. Her eyes were drowsy and she didn't seem one bit pleased to be working a single extra shift. However her expression changed when Simon showed up at the register. She gave Simon a weird look. It was a more of a glare than a look, Simon would remind Travis. That was his reason for taking control of her. He gazed back at her even when Travis instructed him to not waste his time.
Travis would have backed off from the situation but something about the woman made the soul pull back from his body. Simon was left to his own devices. So he watched her do her work at the store, he made her mop the floors and give him a bagel. Eventually he asked her to let him see her house. She quickly obliged him, using the very exact words Simon wanted her to say.
He stayed for dinner and then released her from his control. Then she gave him that look again, but her expression was matched with another. The same one people usually gave Simon when they showed up at their house or woke up in their beds. Simon just smiled and took his leave. He put the leftovers in his backpack.
Travis was still silent though, even as Simon walked up to the bus station. Fortunately it had a roof and a bench to sit at, it wasn't just a pole like some on the south side of town. Still - it was a spooky place, even for Simon, who thought of ghosts or a horror game as he approached. The place was dark, only a dim fluorescent light tube attached to the spot's roof lit the place. The street light only flickered occasional. Simon just thought about how someone in the city government didn't do their job.
Alone with just the snow falling from the ground, Simon wished he didn't lose his phone. He had other phones to use, ones that people gave him. But he didn't want to use those, he wanted the one he bought himself. He was certain Travis made him drop it. It definitely seemed like something Travis would do.
