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Post by sam on Oct 6, 2009 21:52:50 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place ) After what had seemed like an eternity of rain, today the sun was finally poking out, pushing the clouds aside in order to dry out the sodden inhabitants of New York. Grateful for the reprieve, it seemed like just about everyone in the city was out enjoying the warmth for however long it would last, and Sam was no exception. The rain had been getting on his nerves, admittedly; in Alicante, the weather was never that lousy for that long. He supposed that had something to do with it being the perfect city, but still.
He was just wondering what he was going to do with the rest of his day, strolling down the city streets in search of some outdoor activity to occupy his time. He certainly had no intention of spending today cooped up indoors, but he wasn't sure what he should do, either. He'd heard a lot about Central Park; maybe he should give that a go? He turned this consideration over in his mind, not really paying attention to where he was going in the meantime.
It was so nice out today that Sam hadn't thought to bring a jacket, and he was glad of it; it was too warm to be wearing a jacket. But he'd forgotten one other consideration: sleeves. For other people, it wasn't a big deal, short sleeves were just fine. But Sam's arm's were covered with thin, spidery lines of scars, left over from the runes he'd worn in his life. He didn't have as many as an adult shadowhunter, and the tiny white lines weren't terribly noticeable, but they weren't invisible, either. Sam hadn't really thought about the scars; growing up in Alicante, rune scars were something to be proud of, even something to show off. He'd just forgotten about them before he'd left for his sunlight stroll around the city.
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TAGGED,, Simon
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, gives you hell - all american rejects
NOTES,, ohai
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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Post by Simon Lewis on Oct 6, 2009 22:11:23 GMT -5
Simon looked out of the window of his house. It looked like a really nice day. The sun had finally come out from behind the clouds. Oh how he thanked his lucky stars that he could see the sun. Today it looked like quite a calm and lovely day to go out, and he knew that there would be so many people outside today, be he didn't care. He just grabbed a coat (to look normal in the cold) and left the house quickly.
He appreciated being able to go outside at the moment. It was calm and peaceful and he could here the sounds of birds in the trees and smell freshly mown grass. It was a lovely day to be out. He wanted everyday to be just like this one. He didn't really care where he was going today. Just out of the house would be fine.
He walked down the streets slowly, thinking about his annoyingly long and stupid life. What was he going to do here in 100 years time? Would the world still be here? What was going to happen to him? What would he do when all of his friends had died? He wasn't looking where he was going, but he could hear if anything was walking up towards him, and he could definitely hear the sound of footsteps coming nearer and nearer. He was sure that they would dodge him when they came closer though, but they didn't, and Simon bumped the persons shoulder. "Oh," he said, "So..." and then he realized what he had bumped into. It wasn't a mundane.... it was a Shadow Hunter.
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Post by sam on Oct 6, 2009 22:44:23 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place ) Just as Sam wasn't paying attention to where he was going, it seemed no one else was, either. He was jarred out of his reverie by a sudden impact to his shoulder, his eyes going quickly to the individual before him. He was a hirsbreadth from pulling a knife out of his pocket when he realized that he wasn't facing down a demon...it looked like just any other human. He let the tension out of his body, unwinding his hand from where it had clench around the hilt of a knife hidden in his pocket, chastising himself for nearly stabbing a mundie.
He regarded the boy in front of him with some trepidation, though. Even though he looked perfectly normal, Sam's instincts were still screaming at him to pull out the knife. He ignored them. The boy opened his mouth and uttered something incomprehensible, but stopped, instead staring at Sam. He looked down to see what he was looking at, and his eyes widened as they landed on his scars. Well, those surely weren't normal. He looked back up at the boy in front of him, about to make up some lame excuse about a childhood accident or something, when he recognized something different in the boy's gaze. Recognition.
Sam frowned. This guy knew what he was. No mundie would know that, so he was something else. Somehow, Sam knew he wasn't a shadowhunter. He didn't walk the right way, didn't hold himself the way shadowhunters did. He moved like a mundie, but Sam wasn't willing to accept that rationale. He looked him over carefully, noting the pale skin that could possibly just be from a pale complexion, then he glanced up at the sky. It was daytime. Then he recalled a rumor that everyone in Alicante knew - daywalker. They said he lived in New York. Sam looked at his forehead for the giveaway, but the mark of Cain, the rune emblazoned on his forehead that could easily identify him, was obscured by his fringe. Sam decided to go with the direct approach.
"So you're the daywalker?" Sam looked at him with disbelief colored over his face, regarding him with incredulity. He wasn't what he'd been expecting, that was for sure. "I thought you'd be taller."
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TAGGED,, Simon
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, gives you hell - all american rejects
NOTES,, ohai
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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Post by Simon Lewis on Oct 6, 2009 23:10:30 GMT -5
Simon decided he didn't like the shadowhunter very much. Of course, everyone had already heard of him, the daylighter. He watched as the shadowhunter looked up to his forehead. His hair had been blown out of his face by the slight breeze, so his Mark was clearly visible there.
He looked up at the shadow hunter. "Yes, that would be me," he said slowly. He wanted t run off now, but his instincts were telling him to stay and fight. He knew that something was going to happen. Simon looked around himself. There weren't too many mundanes around yet, since it was still pretty early. "Did you really? Funny that."
Simon didn't know how to respond to this random shadow hunter. Should he go for the attack, or just leave as soon as possible. Luckily, the the shadowhunter couldn't kill him, but he could still hurt him, and Simon really didn't need that right now.
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Post by sam on Oct 6, 2009 23:37:33 GMT -5
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place ) Despite listening to the rumors, Sam wasn't one to judge people based on their particular species. His mother was an advocate for Downworlder rights, so she'd been pretty strict with him about prejudices. Even so, something about this guy...bugged him. He couldn't put his finger on it. He'd met vampires before, but none of them got on his nerves the way this guy did. Maybe it had something to do with the way the daylighter was looking at him like he was a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe.
It also became quickly apparent that the vampire didn't have much of a sense of humor. Okay, so Sam's joke hadn't exactly been polite...he wasn't known for his social graces. "Funny indeed." He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, not really sure what else he was supposed to say. He was getting the feeling he wasn't liked. Somehow, he failed to be disappointed. Sam narrowed his eyes at the vampires' stance, it looked like he was teetering between a ready stance and walking away. He was actually going to fight? Right here? Wasn't he supposed to be one of the good guys?
Sam didn't budge, but held himself with his feet firmly planted, his fists coming out of his pockets, empty, ready to move if the vampire did try to pull something. Sam wasn't wearing any runes, which could be a bad thing, but it wasn't something he could change now, at least not without looking suspicious. He didn't want to get into a fight now, so he figured he should probably try to remove the tension. "I'm Sam. Nice to meet you." He didn't smile, though, still gauging the vampire carefully.
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TAGGED,, Simon
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, gives you hell - all american rejects
NOTES,, ohai
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION |
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Post by Simon Lewis on Oct 12, 2009 17:33:50 GMT -5
Simon wasn't really in the mood to talk to this shadow hunter. He was freaking Simon out a little bit, even though that sounded a little weird. Simon just wanted to walk back to his house and leave this little encounter, but he knew that that was impossible at this moment in time.
He looked the shadow hunter in the eyes. He nodded, really wishing that he could take a brake right now and leave to the comfort of his own home. He didn't have time for this right now. "I'm Simon," he said, still quite aware of the danger. "Nice to meet you too." Simon didn't really know what to say at this moment in time. "Um... I should probably go now," and he looked around.
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