HE WAS STANDING BESIDE THE pool, though it had no water in it. The gate had been locked shut with a padlock but he'd ripped that off in order to get inside. The sunloungers hadn't beckoned him with invitations of comfort - the looked torturous and therefore he'd ignored them. Standing like a modern statue, with his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he watched the hotel. He'd noticed that in some of the rooms they had shutters, not curtains. He liked this fact. Shutters were better at keeping out the sunlight - not that he was going to sleep here during the day. He was considering hiring a room here, in order to have a place for rendezvous. He'd never actively sought one before, though he'd always had places available. It was different, seeking out a location in order to have sordid meetings. Sex had always been a dalliance for him, something to quench when the desire rose every now and then, not something he wished to glutton himself on. This city made things a little more difficult along that respect. There were multiple energies here; supernatural energy through the leylines, sexual energy thrumming in everyone. He didn't know if the former was causing the latter, or if it was merely coincidence. Coincidences such as this were rare, and he thought there must be something to the leylines because they were affecting him, personally, compelling him to change his behaviour.
Curtains twitched at a window on the second floor. His eyes found their target in the form of a young human male, who stared at him without realising he was being watched himself, and then left the window to do something else. More movement, here and there, as people moved around inside their rooms. There weren't many within the hotel's rooms, regardless of their limited vacancy. It wasn't like a hotel room was something a lot of people wished to hang around in.
Time passed and he noticed movement here and there on all of the floors from the ground floor to the very top, the fourth. The detour wasn't an overly large building, nor a pretty one, but he liked it for the anonymous face it presented him. He liked it even more for the fact that he, a stranger, could stand here for hours on end, and nobody would question him. That was the best kind of sign.
Until, of course, he was finally approached.