Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2012 10:46:12 GMT
It was almost midnight; dark, a bit cold and certainly deserted. This section of the city, at least. New York City was known as the 'city that never sleeps'. While he could afford a nice flat in a fancy building in the center, the doctor chose to live in a less nicer place. He actually purchased a proper place in a decent building. But this place was his hideout. Instead of staying in his fancy house, he preferred coming here. It felt... safer. Less population, yet more crime. It wasn't a good balance and not that safe in the end. Maybe in the future he would move into his other house... But not now. Not yet, at least. Bruce Banner needed time. Just a bit more.
His studio flat was up ahead, where the street lights were flickering like in a horror movie. Holding onto his bag and pressing it against his chest closely, the middle aged man quickened his steps. Only in two minutes he would be home. It wasn't exactly a warm and comfortable place, but it was better than nothing. He was used to worse places. It was a part of his training. Yes, spiritual training it was.
Streets were silent, if he didn't count some loud shouting coming from blocks away. His foot steps echoed loudly, yet he felt shivers up against his spine for a moment. It made his heartbeat getting faster, but nothing he couldn't solve. A deep breath and Bruce was in control again.
Fishing for his keys in his baggy pockets, he was able o find them. In darkness, he could find the keyhole easily. Soon enough, he was inside and shutting the door behind; putting the locks back in place. It was relieving to know he was alone in this place. All alone.
Removing his jacket and hanging it on a hook, Banner opened his bag and took the tablet out. He wanted to read something important before turning in for the night. So he brushed his hand over the switch on the wall and flicked the lights open to the main room which held everything in one place. A kitchen counter, a desk, a bed, one chair, a small TV. That was all he had. Settling down on his bed and leaning his back against the cool wall, he tapped on the tablet to find what he was looking for. In addition, he pulled some papers from the bag. Glasses were worn and pushed on his nose, Banner was already focused on this new science project. Maybe he looked tired for the most part, but that mood was ongoing for years. At least his cloths and place were clean.