Supernatural Living II » Places

         Lance St.Petersburg

Lance had received an invite in the mail some time ago to live in a mansion in a quiet town with supernaturals. He was somewhat confused by the invite. At the time he had been staying with an old woman taking care of her. His good form looked after the old lady and his bad form didn’t mind being around the old lady. The lady recently passed away and left Lance her home in her will. Lance lived in solitude, occasionally causing trouble but ultimately maintaining a quite existence.

One day while grocery shopping, Lance sneezed and transformed into his bad form. Lance looked down at his bags and examined the content. “What the… is this what I bought for dinner?! Good grief!? What am I planning for, a life of sobriety?! Where’s the beer!?” He said as he rummaged through the bag. After being disappointed he decided how to remedy his situation. “huff… well, I guess I should do something to cheer myself up. And I know just the thing to do it!” Lance said with a smirk and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

About an hour later, Lance had already rolled into town on his high tech motorcycle and begun robbing a bank. He usually managed not to harm anyone in the process. It was the thrill of being bad that gave him satisfaction. He made off with several hundred thousand dollars and took off. The police were relentless in following Lance. He partially turned around while riding and fired shots from a short barrel shotgun that seemed to appear out of thin air, at the pursuing officers. Two units crashed and when ousted from the high speed chase leaving one vehicle remaining. The blonde Lance drove far enough ahead and stopped his motorcycle. He held his hand forward and a rocket launcher appeared. “Sayonara suckers.” Lance snickered as he took careful aim and fired. The rocket hit the ground nearby and caused the vehicle to topple over. None of the officers inside were badly injured. However they were now unable to pursue Lance any further.

Lance knew that more units would be on the way and he was too far away from home to turn back. “Damn, I guess I should find a place to hide out and lay low for a while.” He thought to himself. He revved his motorcycle and sped off for the small town that held the mansion in which the invite came. As he drove through the town he surveyed the atmosphere. “Hmm… this place looks down right boring… what a snooze fest.” He reached the address and approached the door of the mansion, his large bag of money in hand. The flowers near the door were very fragrant and highly polygenic. Lance began to sneeze and then he transformed back into his good and gentle form.

Good form Lance looked around at his surroundings. He then realized what he was holding. “Uh oh!! It looks like I had another episode… What bank did I rob this time…? (Sigh) I guess I won’t be going home anytime soon.” Lance said to himself. Then the door opened and a floating robot appeared. The robot ushered Lance into the mansion and to the kitchen once it greeted Lance. Lance was puzzled but he just shrugged it off and smiled as he followed the robot. There was a group of people gathered and the smell of home baked goods danced in the air.

Lance greeted the group of people with a bow and smiled brightly. “Um… hello. Given what this invitation says, I suppose you all are expecting me. My name is Lance St. Petersburg. I need a place to stay for a while and I’d be more than willing to help keep things tidy around here as well as cook. I’m a pretty good cook. I hope you all don’t mind having me around.” The brown haired, green eyed man bowed once again.