Post by theownleewoncanoebee on Aug 21, 2024 7:20:43 GMT
There’s just something to be said about older New York architecture. Remarkably similar to Gotham architecture, but without all the gargoyles and secret society paraphernalia – More stately elegance, less haunted murder mansions. There’s a timeless air to the older buildings, and the aesthetic matches what Lucifer is envisioning the East Coast edition to the Lux brand to exhibit. That being said, after the 5th tour to a possible space this week, he is beginning to grow a little bored of the whole thing. While the estate agent sprouts off her list of buzzwords intending to entice money to be invested, Lucifer is considering if perhaps man-made wonders are just not wondrous enough for what he really wants.
Perhaps what he wants is simply out of the realms of possibilities of mortals, and he will have to settle and make his own improvements on the sly? It wouldn’t be the first time honestly, he has so often been disappointed with what humanity has to offer, but then again, they had also invented cocaine and the sports car ..
“Darling, I’m going to have to interrupt you: I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut this showing short, I simply don’t want to be here anymore. Just have your people send my people the papers on this place, and I’ll get back to you, how does that sound?” He smiles pleasantly, clapping his hands in front of his body as if he hasn’t just rudely cut the woman he forgets what’s called off in the middle of a very boring drone about the “marketability” of the location or something or other.
“Always a pleasure seeing you though, I will be in touch don’t you worry.” He doesn’t give her a chance to speak, lest she protest and attempt to keep him there any longer, a fate he won’t entertain. In fact, he begins walking the moment he’s done speaking, sauntering towards the elevator unhurriedly, but leaving no doubt that the conversation is over.
Once outside, Lucifer takes a deep breath, inhaling the smog and gasoline fumes contently, continuing his leisurely stroll, though now towards his illegally parked Corvette C1 which mysteriously has neither been removed, nor received any tickets. Oh, but it feels good to be bad.
Perhaps what he wants is simply out of the realms of possibilities of mortals, and he will have to settle and make his own improvements on the sly? It wouldn’t be the first time honestly, he has so often been disappointed with what humanity has to offer, but then again, they had also invented cocaine and the sports car ..
“Darling, I’m going to have to interrupt you: I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut this showing short, I simply don’t want to be here anymore. Just have your people send my people the papers on this place, and I’ll get back to you, how does that sound?” He smiles pleasantly, clapping his hands in front of his body as if he hasn’t just rudely cut the woman he forgets what’s called off in the middle of a very boring drone about the “marketability” of the location or something or other.
“Always a pleasure seeing you though, I will be in touch don’t you worry.” He doesn’t give her a chance to speak, lest she protest and attempt to keep him there any longer, a fate he won’t entertain. In fact, he begins walking the moment he’s done speaking, sauntering towards the elevator unhurriedly, but leaving no doubt that the conversation is over.
Once outside, Lucifer takes a deep breath, inhaling the smog and gasoline fumes contently, continuing his leisurely stroll, though now towards his illegally parked Corvette C1 which mysteriously has neither been removed, nor received any tickets. Oh, but it feels good to be bad.
