Feb 03, 2006 21:04
*A tall, slender man enters, impeccably dressed in a cream linen suit. His violet eyes just barely conceal the fact that he has no clue where he is. He runs a hand over his face with the slightest frown and looks around carefully. He seems sad, though not overbearingly so - the sort of spiritual sadness that comes from experiencing deep disappointment after disappointment, the sort that comes from having to cope with these feelings for long periods of time. (He could be emotionally tired, but there is no outward indication of it.) He notices, as if for the first time, that there are others present and, in a fit of politeness, offers a small smile.*
Good evening. I'm afraid I am a bit lost, and moreso lost as to how I became lost. I am Theo Mandros. *there is an awkward pause, he is unsure what else to say* I hope it would not be foolish to ask how far from Greece I am? *he glances at the watch on his wrist (and only for the briefest moment does he muse over the novelty of Time, but his thoughts are quick)* I am afraid that I am running late for a meeting with one of the managers of my restaurant.
Typist: Raphael - or Theo Mandros on Earth - from I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan. I saw that there was a Violet and I couldn't really resist...I know that there already is a Raphael, and that the rules say no doubles, but I assumed that this would be all right, since I would only be basing him on information from I, Lucifer. If the other Raphael-mun has a problem with this, please don't lynch me! feel free to leave me a comment and tell me so, and I'll delete this entry.