Two hours have passed since Luther was last told that they would be getting in some new bounties to hunt down today. The ones that were displayed currently have either already been claimed or were being hunted down. He liked competition but sometimes it wasnâ€™t worth is. After waiting the Vigil office around since this morning, without having anything better to do for the day, much to his dismay, impatience was slowly beginning to sink in the more he sat there. He was on the verge of going stir crazy beginning to wonder if there were even going to be any new ones posted this week.<br/><br/>He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. Staring at the bullet board like a zombie was not going to make the bounties get posted any faster, not to mention he imagined he looked silly just sitting around. He decided that perhaps he should find something more productive to do with himself before he starts to feel the need to voice his impatience. His eagerness to claim his next bounty was making him extremely restless. It was not usual for him to be this energetic; most of the time he attempts to act stoic towards things. But considering things have been going smoothly and luck has been on his side lately he couldnâ€™t help having some pent up energy. He stood from his seat, one of many placed around the area, and stretched. A simple walk around the place would help release some of that energy before it got him into trouble.<br/><br/>When he first got into this business, Luther really had not been sure what to expect outside of the initial interview. All he had wanted was an outlet, and he, after the five months he has been at this, certainly got what he wished for to say the least. In this past month he has claimed two bounties. It had been one of those two-for-one deals, just sitting there for two weeks. It had surprised him that nobody else had claimed them, since a lot of the more experienced vigilantes go for the bounties with higher pay, and he couldnâ€™t stop himself from jumping on the opportunity. He had no regrets either. The pay had certainly been more than rewarding compared to last month, when he got next to nothing for taking out a lunatic who thought that â€˜speaking his mindâ€™ by taking out some a military building with a grenade launcher was a good idea.<br/><br/>And on the note of good ideas, it was a good thing that he had decided to go for a little walk.<br/><br/>The recreational lounge located near the payment center was not a particularly large area. But it was suitable for people to gather and talk about their day, providing a few tables to sit at to relax a little. Not that many people did gather here on a day to day basis, mind you. The crowd around here tended to be anything you would expect from a bunch of vigilantes. They were all here, from overly confident and reckless to cold and reclusive, to those who liked to make friends. He included himself in the category of somewhat overly confident and a bit reclusive at times as he tends to just do his own thing for the most part. Most of the time, everyone was too focused on doing their own thing having little time for much socializing. Nevertheless it was here that Luther had hopefully found his entertainment for the time being.<br/><br/>She was alone, save for a few others who were minding their own business, and looking like she was pretty fired up about something. Maybe a hunt went wrong, maybe someone had rubbed her the wrong way. Whatever the reason, she was getting water from the water cooler. He recognized her, too, though mostly because he had seen her in passing and heard about her through the grapevine. She was known as Wraith amongst vigilantes, media, and whatever else she had gotten herself associated with, and had quite a reputation herself. He has heard that she was quite good at her job and if it werenâ€™t for the evidence practically being waved in his face heâ€™d be skeptical. People tend to exaggerate whenever they speak about someone; itâ€™s just something common in any work place. This was the first time he has actually been given the opportunity to speak with her.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re the one they call Wraith, am I right? I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve had the pleasure of sharing a conversation with you before.â€ Luther started off the conversation in a polite tone when he approached, leaning against the wall, however the boredom in his tone, the desperation to do just about anything to pass time, was kind of hard to miss. â€œWord around here is you took out Dragon and caused an explosion. I heard you were pretty popular before that, too.â€ That was a decent conversation starter, for a bit of small talk, right? The worst thing she could do was ignore him or find him annoying for wanting to do something to ease his boredom. His eyes would occasionally glance towards the screen in the room just to see if some kind of announcement or program would come on and give some kind of information. He hated being left in the dark.<br/><br/>After awhile he decided to get some water for himself, and perhaps encourage the conversation to keep going, â€œIt seems like everyone is getting a good haul this month.â€ He paused and slowly sipped at his water. â€œI hope they post some new bounties soon. Iâ€™m kind of losing my mind just sitting here, in case you couldnâ€™t already tell. Who knows, maybe there will be something big posted. Someone might get famous.â€ He added the last part with a bit of a chuckle. To keep from rambling on any more he gulped down the rest of the water and threw the paper cup into the waste bin. Even if it was already pretty obvious he was desperate for conversation, he didnâ€™t want to ramble.<br/><br/>Luther was known to be someone who doesnâ€™t always take things as seriously as he should but to be honest he wasnâ€™t in this for fame. He didnâ€™t want to make enemies in the business either, live and let live as they say, he doesnâ€™t draw attention to himself often. Not counting his targets; he didnâ€™t feel the need subtle with them. Whenever he was on a hunt he wanted whoever he was after to know he was coming for them. He tended to be moderately cocky in that regard, surprisingly it hasnâ€™t killed him yet. He really hasnâ€™t been in the business long enough to turn into a cynic who was over his little killing-spree joyride. However, if nearly losing his life the first time hadnâ€™t taught him anything there might not be any hope that he would lose his cockiness. Toned down maybe, but not completely gone, it was part of his personality.<br/><br/>Besides, not everyone in the business kept to their self all of the time. In his case it was probably the whole new guy looking to fit in thing beginning to speak, crawling out of his shell after being forcefully shoved down because he needed something to do.