Post by ERIK DANIEL LENOIR on Feb 24, 2013 0:53:32 GMT -5
After he and Kris, or Lotte as she preferred to be called, had ended the Skype call, Danny sat for quite some time at his computer desk thinking. He sighed. He had four hours to erase twenty years off of his face. And make sure he didn't say anything to make her think he was any older. But how could he? He looked rather young for his age and his voice sounded young. And there was the issue of the prosthetic skin. It probably wouldn't be an issue, for in the dark it wasn't easy to notice. It was the reason he preferred the dark.
And now the additional reason ... he had lied to Lotte. Not an outright lie, just a lie of omission. Letting her think he was 26 years old. Well that was choice. If she would have said 35, perhaps he could have gotten away with it. But 26? He had some little lines about his eyes that no 26 year old would have. He thought it gave him character, and it probably did, but there was no way he was going to convince anyone he was 26. Unless...
Stage makeup! It might work. He had used it to cover up some of the discolouration of his deformation before he received the skin prosthesis and while it hadn't fooled anyone, it was much less noticeable. He looked through some of the drawers in his dresser and found it in the bottom drawer. Various shades could cover up a myriad of sins...of omission that is. He went into the washroom and stared at his face, then carefully removed the prosthetic skin. He would wash everything and start from scratch. New adhesives and clean skin. He had better shave too. On his deformed side, he didn't grow a beard; it was part of the deformation and the reason he had had to have hair implants. The hair looked very natural, and indeed it was, for the implants grew as if they were his own hair. The beard though. He had to keep it shaved carefully on his left side, because the skin on his right, being prosthetic would never grow anything and his own skin underneath wouldn't either.
After replacing the prosthetic skin and nose, he started in with the makeup. He made the tone even all over the face and then blended in lighter and darker tones where they should be. The effect was good, he thought. No one would be fooled in bright light, but it would probably pass in the dark.
He was nervous and hoped his face wouldn't sweat. He sprayed a fixative on his face to make the makeup stay better and not wipe off on his clothing. He put on a clean shirt, open at the neck and jeans and his athletic shoes, for walking. He sat down then. He still had two hours. He should have eaten before he put the makeup on. He made some tea and toast and sat down at the computer. He opened Skype and looked at the last messages Lotte had sent him. He hoped they wouldn't be the last ones she would ever send him. He sighed. He opened up some of the things he was working on and set the timer for 7:15 pm. Plenty of time to get ready for his so-called date with Lotte. He called it so-called, because he expected she would see through his disguise and find him out somehow.
He tried to get his mind off of what might happen. It might turn out well, but he didn't expect it would. Why the hell hadn't he told her the truth? Yes, it would be over with, but he wouldn't be putting himself through hell like this.
He wrote a bit of code, but couldn't keep his mind on it. He sometimes became a bit dyslexic when he was tired or upset and he just couldn't type anything correctly. So he opened up some classical mp3's and turned it up so he could hear it in the next room and he lay down on the couch. He set the alarm and closed his eyes.
He actually fell asleep and when he awoke, it was 7:30. He had to hurry to get to Central Park on time. He pulled on his overcoat, cap and put a scarf about his neck to pull up near his mouth for further protection. He ran out the door and down the lift and walked toward the park.
Arriving before Lotte was there, he stood by the Ramble Stone Arch and waited. His hands were sweating again in his leather gloves and he was shaking just a bit. He walked through the arch several times and then leaned against it waiting for her.
And now the additional reason ... he had lied to Lotte. Not an outright lie, just a lie of omission. Letting her think he was 26 years old. Well that was choice. If she would have said 35, perhaps he could have gotten away with it. But 26? He had some little lines about his eyes that no 26 year old would have. He thought it gave him character, and it probably did, but there was no way he was going to convince anyone he was 26. Unless...
Stage makeup! It might work. He had used it to cover up some of the discolouration of his deformation before he received the skin prosthesis and while it hadn't fooled anyone, it was much less noticeable. He looked through some of the drawers in his dresser and found it in the bottom drawer. Various shades could cover up a myriad of sins...of omission that is. He went into the washroom and stared at his face, then carefully removed the prosthetic skin. He would wash everything and start from scratch. New adhesives and clean skin. He had better shave too. On his deformed side, he didn't grow a beard; it was part of the deformation and the reason he had had to have hair implants. The hair looked very natural, and indeed it was, for the implants grew as if they were his own hair. The beard though. He had to keep it shaved carefully on his left side, because the skin on his right, being prosthetic would never grow anything and his own skin underneath wouldn't either.
After replacing the prosthetic skin and nose, he started in with the makeup. He made the tone even all over the face and then blended in lighter and darker tones where they should be. The effect was good, he thought. No one would be fooled in bright light, but it would probably pass in the dark.
He was nervous and hoped his face wouldn't sweat. He sprayed a fixative on his face to make the makeup stay better and not wipe off on his clothing. He put on a clean shirt, open at the neck and jeans and his athletic shoes, for walking. He sat down then. He still had two hours. He should have eaten before he put the makeup on. He made some tea and toast and sat down at the computer. He opened Skype and looked at the last messages Lotte had sent him. He hoped they wouldn't be the last ones she would ever send him. He sighed. He opened up some of the things he was working on and set the timer for 7:15 pm. Plenty of time to get ready for his so-called date with Lotte. He called it so-called, because he expected she would see through his disguise and find him out somehow.
He tried to get his mind off of what might happen. It might turn out well, but he didn't expect it would. Why the hell hadn't he told her the truth? Yes, it would be over with, but he wouldn't be putting himself through hell like this.
He wrote a bit of code, but couldn't keep his mind on it. He sometimes became a bit dyslexic when he was tired or upset and he just couldn't type anything correctly. So he opened up some classical mp3's and turned it up so he could hear it in the next room and he lay down on the couch. He set the alarm and closed his eyes.
He actually fell asleep and when he awoke, it was 7:30. He had to hurry to get to Central Park on time. He pulled on his overcoat, cap and put a scarf about his neck to pull up near his mouth for further protection. He ran out the door and down the lift and walked toward the park.
Arriving before Lotte was there, he stood by the Ramble Stone Arch and waited. His hands were sweating again in his leather gloves and he was shaking just a bit. He walked through the arch several times and then leaned against it waiting for her.
