Thread: There Is a Light this Darkness Can't Hide. [Wreckles & Dreamer-]

Just as Hugo stepped out of the building he was greeted by the sun's welcoming gaze again, it only took him a couple of seconds to adjust his eyes again and to fish up his phone from his jean pocket. His friend was at the top of his list for two reasons the fact that they were great friends and the fact that his name was Adam. The dialtone rung three times before a groggy voice murmured something that would be passable for a hello. Or a curse in some unknown language, it was difficult to tell with Adam. It's past two PM, drag your lazy ass out of bed and get a job you slob. Hugo had a smile on his lips, it was only with truly good friends that you could be afford to be so reckless with your choice of words. Adam cleared his throat and made a passable impression that he was a secretary to himself and would book a meeting for such a endeavour in the future, meanwhile Hugo could go sit on something sharp. Jokes aside, you should check the news. I was there. Hugo knew Adam got curious by the way his breathing changed Also, call some people, we're having a little party at my place tonight. I'm gonna have to shop for some drinks but bring some with you alright? And Adam, nothing fancy. The last words was more of an insurance knowing Adam too well for his own good. When he arrived back at the scene to the robbery the crowd had diminished but there was still a lingering presence of curious onlookers, most police cars had disappeared but there were still some present. The barrier tape formed around the building like some menacing monster but luckily Hugo had parked in the vicinity instead of at the bank parking lot. When he arrived to his beloved bike - a honda VTR 250, he donned the usual appearance and began having his normal conversation with the motorcycle. Sorry for leaving you alone and worrying like that babe, but I met someone interesting... What? If she's pretty? Well yes I'd say she is, but I'm more curious what's beneath you know... No I don't know if she's diesel, but I shall ask her next time I see her - If I see her, I sort of made a gamble... Oh what would you know about relations, all you care about is fuel. A lady, probably in her mid fifties stood not only five meters away from him having a smoke, most likely out on her break. She eyed him suspiciously, like one does to a sleeping tiger. Hugo just met her gaze casually and without changing his tone he pointed at the bike while he straddled it She's all about promiscuity, not caring who fills her up just as long as someone does it! With that said he adorned a wide grin and flicked the ignition and drove away. Hugo loved the wind in his hair, he had skipped the helmet for today for reasons unknown but right now he didn't care. His eyes were used to high speeds so they no longer watered and obscured his vision like they used to. It didn't take long until he was home again, a rather medium-sized white house which he had named most accurately as the white house. It was a one story building with a small garden in front which Hugo actually tended to, he grew various vegtables and right now tomatoes was the dominating theme. The vivid colours of green put a cozy feel to the surface of his house, it made it look homely and inviting. He pulled up on the small driveway that consisted of gravel he stepped off his bike, patting it gently on the saddle ritualistically as he sat off and walked up the steps to the small wooden porch where he kept a wooden bench with a brown small table in front - for the times where all you wanted to do was sit on the porch and philosophy about life. What was a great selling point however was the fact that there were no nearby neighbours. Thirty meters away from the house was the next one and Hugo had barely seen the owner let alone heard him for a month now. He lived in a rather rural area with a path into the woods only some hundred meters away. Turning the key in the lock he stepped inside and kicked off his shoes in the entrance hall, Meredith, his cat meowed pleasantly at his presence and came up to him and stroked her gray fur against his legs. Hello there missy, you had a nice nap? Hugo picked her up and she let him. Carrying his cat in his arms he headed for the kitchen and prepared some lunch. Hugo had lived here for over a year and he really liked the place, the tranquility, the ability to throw parties whenever he wanted was what freedom spelled to in his ears. The entrance hall took off to the open kitchen almost directly but beyond that was the spacious living room where Hugo had not one but two couches. The bathroom was located just before the living room and the bedroom at the opposite side. There was also the backyard where a large willow grew which supplied him with shadow for those hot summer days, green grass grew all across his house and in some areas more than others. Despite Hugo's love for growing things he was terrible at maintaining his lawn.