The howling wind outside was companioned by heavy rainfall, forming a play of cold music as it bashed against trees, stone and windows. From a delightful after summer the weather had soon turned to cold and wet autumn weather, much to the dislike of many people. Whereas people had simply worn t-shirts and shorts and sat enjoying a cool drink in the afternoon merely a week ago, most were now already dressed in their winter coats with a warm scarf and hurrying inside their warmed homes as fast as they could. Though not all people disliked this weather as much.<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=6&amp;t=42284&amp;p=205376#p205386">Lucius</a>for one, didn't mind it at all. Soon enough it would be Halloween. And soon enough people would come do their Halloween shopping  his store. This weather only promoted it more. It gave a perfectly creepy environment and it made it even easier to scare people, as they already felt uncomfortable with this kind of weather. Aside from that, the heavy rainfall rendered most leaves outside useless for decorating purposes, increasing the chance people would buy them at his store.<br/><br/>His costume and Halloween store was set in one of the numerous smaller roads in the centre of London, at just a mere five minutes walking to the main shopping streets. It was set in renovated Victorian house, but as he had loved the Victorian looks, most of the old architecture had remained as it was, just upgraded to the house requirements of this age.  His store had everything from costumes and cosplay, to decoration and tricks. Though officially it was a Halloween store, through the years he had also been adding numerous of other  things, making his store the place to go to if someone wanted something<span style="font-style: italic">different</span>.<br/><br/>With a slight grin on his face Lucius glanced outside. It was already dark. The current weather combined with the pale lucid moon formed a marvellous picture. Setting down his cup of steaming hot tea on the window-sill , he quickly returned to the storeroom. He was done with decorating, having fake spider webs here and there, creepy scenes, fake altars, some booby traps with sound effects.. Hehe.. Everything was set for the costumers to do their shopping. Just for Halloween, he had put the non-Halloween items more to the back so they wouldn't spoil the dark atmosphere when someone entered.<br/><br/>After one last look around, Lucius closed off the storeroom. Running his hand through his white hair, he walked back to the front of the store. One last time he checked whether he had locked up properly, then he headed back to his tea, which was drinkable now. With it headed up a small iron staircase in the far end of the store. A note warned it was off limits, but he ignored it, as he lived above the store. With a quick turn of the key he opened the door, closing it behind him again and locking it as usual.  He flicked on the lights and set down his empty teacup on the wooden cabinet.  His place was filled with old wooden furniture, which were mainly Georgian and Victorian style.  The floor was parquet of cherry wood, whilst the walls were in a cream colour.<br/><br/>After tidying up his place a bit, which was actually more moving stuff from the living room to the kitchen and his bedroom instead of really tidying it up, he headed for the bathroom. The mirror assured him that he was still looking fine, he hadn't spilled any of the fake blood onto his white shirt nor on the black  waistcoat he wore over it. Glancing down, he could see his dark blue jeans hadn't accidentally touched the fake blood either. With a content sigh he walked back, getting himself a cup new cup of tea and forgetting he had put his cup onto the cabinet. While he was at it, he put on the television for some background noise. When the tea was done, a lovely red Ceylon tea, Lucius set himself down on his red Georgian couch to continue reading a book. The thunder outside was bothering his television signal somewhat, causing it to give some weird sounds now and then when the screen would turn to black and white pixels. White noise came after every few thunder strikes and then the sound and screen would return to normal again. But Lucius paid no attention to it, as he was reading an old book. (or actually.. trying to read it) A friend of him had suggested it to him, a book about mythology or such. He wasn't really sure what he was reading though. Surely, the writer had a great talent to sound mysterious, but every few paragraphs there were pieces he had to read out loud to understand what the writer meant. It was written in old English, but not necessary in the easiest way.. He hoped the book would get gradually easier, because in this way, he wasn't enjoying reading it.  It would be nice to understand what it was about.