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Post by anastaysia casablanca on Feb 1, 2009 4:27:13 GMT -5
`Is the party over? [/color][/font] we had it all, we were destined to fall. [/font][/center]
It was past midnight when Lena stepped out of her apartment that was situated in the heart of London. Her emerald orbs took a glance around the empty and deserted city as she ran her fingers through her long brown hair. There wasn't going to be much to do around unless she wanted to head over to the clubs where the same scene would play over and over again. She debated for a second on whether to take up the idea to go clubbing or just wander around until she finds something to do. Walking down the street, she decided to wander around, it was going to be much better than heading to the club where half the people would be piss drunk and passed out on the floor. There wasn't anyone around and she wasn't actually surprised, considering that the night was cold and sinister, the wind blowing harshly and cutting through her like a knife, she didn't think any normal human being would be out. Not that the cold bothered her anyway, she wasn't affected by it and so she was dressed in comfortable clothing which of was a baby tee and a pair of black skinny jeans.
Taking small steps and walking in a slow pace she wasn't sure where she was heading, but wasn't that the whole point of wandering around? Bloody muggles. She mumbled under her breath as she stepped on a piece of gum that was lying on the floor, obviously left by some inconsiderate muggle. Lena pulled her wand out and flicked it slightly, the piece of chewed gum soon disappeared from the soles of her sneakers. She continued walking with a small hatred for muggles that she always had within her. Ever since her change, she never really like muggles, how they acted and the way they thought. It was quite stupid though she never really bothered to voice out any of her opinions, after all if she did say something, everyone would know she was a vampire and oh my, that would be bad.
A small wooden bench with Iron sides was spotted at the side of the street. Lena walked towards the bench and took a seat on the cold wood. She let out a deep breath and leaned into her seat before crossing one leg over the other. Her emerald eyes glanced up at the midnight sky, the moon hung high in the ink black sky and a few stars blinked brightly beside it. It was beautiful, no doubt, she wished she had her camera with her but she had forgotten to bring it along. She made a small mental note to always bring her camera out with her as she will never know when a beautiful picture could be taken.
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Post by damien welcott on Feb 1, 2009 12:18:44 GMT -5
and it comes and goes ;
THE MOONLIGHT IN THE BACKGROUND FADES AWAY [/font][/center] If you ever mentioned Damien Welcott's name to anyone, the most popular reply you'd get would be something along the lines of, "he's an ass," or "bloody arrogant." Something like that. Everyone pegged him to be somewhat 'arrogant'. In what sense, he didn't know, he never bothered to ask. Why should he? Only foolish people would think he was arrogant. Sure, he lied a whole lot, taunted others, mocked the poor. How exactly did that make him arrogant at all? Not like he cared anyway. He woke up that morning to the bright rays of light that shone right through the window and into his room in the tiny apartment he lived in. He was a lazy person and was normally never bothered by the morning rays. This morning however, the bright light irritated the hell out of him and he just had to get up.
After cleaning up a bit and putting on some decent clothes, he stood by his balcony and looked on down below. His room in the apartment sat on the ninth floor, so he was pretty high up. He didn't like being on the ninth floor though. It didn't make him feel superior enough. He wanted to stay on the twelfth floor but guess what, the rent there was just plain expensive and bloody unreasonable. Why should someone have to pay that price for a simple room to stay in? It was stupid. The things people did to make money these days. He scoffed and leaned over the railing. There were only a few people out and about. Standing on the ninth floor, the people scurrying about below looked like ants. There was a middle aged woman who was carrying a rattan basket in her arms and walking furiously quick down the sidewalk. There was a couple, a young couple, holding hands strolling along happily. He watched as they laughed together. Probably about the most stupid things. It made him sick to see people together like that. It was such a waste of time honestly, being in a relationship. Well, not that he would know much, considering he has never been in a serious one. He shrugged and turned away, heading back into his room.
Bored out of his mind, he grabbed his black sweater, pulled it over his head and without taking one more glance at his messy room, he left. He walked down the long stairs, ignoring people he vaguely recognised as they passed by him. That was just like Damien, to completely dismiss the people he knew when they were in his presence. If they weren't going to greet him first, he wasn't going to acknowledge them. Again, with the arrogance. The moment he stepped outside, the cool air hit him. Taking in deep breaths, he started walking down the sidewalk with absolutely no idea what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Usually, he slept till midday. Then he would get up and go down to his bar for a drink or something like that. He'd look for something to keep him occupied. Soon enough, it would be dark already and he'd welcome sleep with open arms. Today was somehow different. He had gotten up hours earlier than his usual time and now, he was at loss for what to do. And he hated sitting around just waiting for something to happen.
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Finally, evening fell. God, it felt like ages to him. He'd had such an unproductive day, he wanted to throw something. He hated not having anything to do. It annoyed him. He hated feeling the least bit bored. Whatever. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he left that dingy bar he was at and walked on, again with no idea of where he was going. After walking aimlessly for about what felt like an hour or so, he stopped and looked around, taking in his surroundings. It was then he realized how far he was from his place. He swore under his breath. To walk home right then would probably take him a few hours. Joy, he thought silently and ran his hand through his hair. Standing just under the street lamp in front of a small cafe, his eyes landed on a small framed woman who was sitting on her own. He stared at her for a while. She had this dark look upon her, rather intriguing actually. Smirking, he walked over.
For a few minutes, he didn't say anything and merely sat on the bench beside her. He wanted to see if she would flinch and move away. Then, utterly hating the silence, he turned to look at her. "Who are you?" he asked, rather insensitively. He couldn't care less about what she thought of him. He merely wanted to know who she was. His curiousity tended to get the better of him sometimes.
He waited for her answer while trying to hide a small cunning smile. It was about time something interesting happened.
OOC: sorry about the fast forwarding part. I totally forgot this thread was set at night instead of in the morning. Lol. |
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Post by anastaysia casablanca on Feb 2, 2009 8:47:47 GMT -5
`Is the party over? [/color][/font] we had it all, we were destined to fall. [/font][/center]
Lena has been sitting on the very same wooden bench for what seemed like forever. She didn't bother to get and walk some more as she was feeling pretty much comfortable with where she was, the beautiful night sky before her and the peace she had around her. Letting out a deep breath, she ran her fingers through her long brown hair. It was a surprise how she could have managed to stay so sane after such a long time, 697 years she has been alive and who knows how many more? She had met a few vampires who have actually went on a suicide mission because they couldn't stand still being alive, and they were all younger than she was. At first, Lena felt that way as well, of course not to the extent where she would commit suicide but you catch her drift. She always wondered what was the point in being immortal, it was no big deal. She wondered why so many human strived to create medicines that will make you immortal. They were stupid, that's all. They don't understand how hard it is and how easy it is to get bored after awhile. Well then she met a man that she actually loved and was planning to spend the rest of her life with him. Of course, human destroy everything good in her life. From her independence in her younger years, and then they kill her fiance. Sucks to be her right? She was more aware of vampire hunters nowadays and was still looking for that very man who killed her fiance. Though he was no where to be found.
It wasn't long before she snapped out of her thoughts when she realized that a young man had joined her on the bench. The two kept silent, she didn't bother to speak to him and he didn't seem interested in speaking either. A few silent moments passed and the man finally spoke, who are you? he asked, insensitively and obviously rudely. Lena rolled her eyes as she knew it was just a normal human being, for vampires were just different and she could obviously tell if he was one, which he wasn't. Does is matter? She replied bluntly to the young man who was smiling cunningly. He seemed like a typical boy who thought highly of himself, she dared him to prove her wrong.
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Post by damien welcott on Feb 2, 2009 9:55:42 GMT -5
and it come and goes ;
THE MOONLIGHT IN THE BACKGROUND FADES AWAY [/font][/center] The sky was nicely lit by the millions of stars that clouded it. It was a clear night, not a single cloud in sight. He leaned back nonchalantly, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the night sky. He wasn't a sentimental one. He wasn't even one who believed in romantics. So, gazing at the beautiful sky wasn't something you often caught him doing. If he could help it, he wouldn't even look at the sky. But, the young man was dead bored and instead of fixing his eyes on the interesting woman beside him, he decided to look upwards. It was either those two or stare at the old woman, dressed from head to toe in a pale blue colour, walk across the street muttering something to herself. And staring at the old lady would probably give the people watching him this odd idea that he was a psychotic stalker of the sort. He scoffed silently and brought his gaze down.
A voice caught his attention and Damien turned to look at the woman. Honestly, she didn't look like she belonged. She didn't look like the average londoner that he would see walking around all the time. She looked - different. It puzzled him. Maybe she was a foreigner. Yeah, from like Transylvania or some other eerie place, he mocked in his mind. Ignoring his thoughts, he raised his eyebrow at her when she rudely replied. Well, wasn't she a bold girl? He smirked, rather amazed by her answer. He usually didn't come across people like her. The people he came across each day of his useless life were uninteresting, boring and they all looked alike. Okay, maybe they didn't exactly look alike, but alike enough. They wore the same clothes, switching to and fro from jeans to the same casual skirts. Others, he noticed, had on the same boots and scarves. He didn't intentionally notice these things, they were just something he simply - noticed.
He let out a low chuckle. "Because you are sitting here and since when did wanting to know become a law?" he bit back.
His first impression of this woman was damn right. She was interesting. Now, he was out to find out in what way.
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