There's no city for being anonymous in like New York.
He could be anybody, in his scuffed boots and leather jacket. Starving artist, startup executive, magazine editor, drug dealer, rock star incognito. It didn't matter. In New York, people are conditioned not to pay attention. Only tourists look in this town.
Prometheus has been thinking, hard. Even for him, his mind has been racing. He came to New York to clear his head some, to be left alone. (Charlie had mentioned she'd be there, right about this time. Most of his thinking, though not all of it, had been related to her.)
There were problems to be addressed. And some of them, he's concluded, could be addressed. Prometheus sets his jaw, and keeps walking down 14th Street.
At some point, he comes to a decision. Something in his face flickers; the casual observer would see his brow knit, but little else.
In Charlie McGee's pocket, in another New York altogether, a small terracotta statuette flushes with warmth.
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Date: 2007-08-27 04:06 am (UTC)He could be anybody, in his scuffed boots and leather jacket. Starving artist, startup executive, magazine editor, drug dealer, rock star incognito. It didn't matter. In New York, people are conditioned not to pay attention. Only tourists look in this town.
Prometheus has been thinking, hard. Even for him, his mind has been racing. He came to New York to clear his head some, to be left alone. (Charlie had mentioned she'd be there, right about this time. Most of his thinking, though not all of it, had been related to her.)
There were problems to be addressed. And some of them, he's concluded, could be addressed. Prometheus sets his jaw, and keeps walking down 14th Street.
At some point, he comes to a decision. Something in his face flickers; the casual observer would see his brow knit, but little else.
In Charlie McGee's pocket, in another New York altogether, a small terracotta statuette flushes with warmth.