|
|
Post by bris on Jul 29, 2009 9:58:48 GMT -5
THE HUMAN TRAFFIC OF THE Manhattan sidewalk pushed and pulled at Bris, jostling her back and forth and trying very hard to knock her macchiato from her grasp. With a sigh, she sped up her pace as to stop the people who were passing her left and right, shoving her out of their way in their attempts to get from here to there. She dutifully kept her eyes trained on the ground, stopping when the traffic stopped or when the sound of blaring horns reached her ears over the cacophony of conversations, one-sided arguments as the other half was on the other end of a cell phone, and the occasional splash when someone stepped into one of the puddles that had yet to dry up.
If Bristol was being perfectly honest with herself, fear kept her eyes trained to the ground, or her shoes, or the cup of chocolaty caffeine in her hands; fear that she’d see something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Something with wings. Something with fangs. Something with green skin. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there. So instead the cup she nursed between her fingers, keeping the warmth in the drink on the already warm summer mid-day, became a very interesting site to see. She sighed again; oh, who was she kidding? She couldn’t look down forever, no matter how much her grey eyes appreciated not having to squint in the face of the blinding sunlight. With her hair parted at the nape of her neck to drape over her collarbone, the heat was already starting to burn the skin on the back of her neck and shoulders.
Another sigh. As interesting as the uneven sidewalk was, the teen tore her eyes away from the ground only to squint in the face of the sun. Her bangs had been shielding her so well, casting a shadow over the top half of her face. Bris blinked once, adjusting her gaze to the sudden brightness. After a quick scan of her sidewalk and the one on the opposite side of the street she relaxed considerably-- there was nothing out of the ordinary. Unless of course a goth dressed in a grey pinstripe suit was out of the ordinary.
----------
TAGGED!? the lonely little vampire <3
WEARING WHAT NOW!? this
LISTENING TO!? the evil little box known as tv
WORD COUNT!? 371
BABBLE AND NOTES!? bleh
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Simon Lewis on Aug 3, 2009 2:26:23 GMT -5
As he looked up into the sun, squinting, Simon thought for the seven-hundredth time about how lucky he was to be out here. To actually be a Daylighter and not stuck inside because of the sun. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up to the sky. He heard a few people swear and tell him to move, but he didn’t budge one bit. He wasn’t actually breathing, which would have seemed a little odd to all of the mundanes around him. Maybe they hadn’t noticed. He had become so used to not breathing any more.
He began to become annoyed with all the pushing and shoving going on. He wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything in particular. After all, what could he do? He couldn’t step foot in the Institute to see Clary or anyone else and Maia was off with the pack again. He hated it when he had absolutely nothing to do, or no one to see. He suddenly became bored of the sun and moved under the slight cover of the roof of some apartment. As the sun fell of him, it felt a little more natural, like it was meant to be. But he paid no attention to that. He also hated the fact that everyone was growing old around him when he was doomed to be like this forever. He would never have a normal girlfriend, unless it was another vampire. He wanted to go with someone, even if it was only for a short time. It was something that seemed very necessary to him at the moment.
He decided to glance at the random people going by. They all looked a little odd, dressed in the same old business clothes. A few looked a little too casual, and some just looked… odd. He probably mixed in well with the odd group too. He wasn’t dressed too poorly, but when compared to mundanes, his skin was very fair, giving him a sort of unhuman look, even when he was always out in the sun. He continued looking at the passersby though, it just gave him something to do. He began to look out for hot girls. If he was lucky, maybe he could find one to chat to. But it seemed so impossible.
|
|
|
|
Post by bris on Aug 3, 2009 9:46:06 GMT -5
NOW THAT SHE’D PRIED HER eyes away from the cracked concrete surface of the sidewalk, she found that it was difficult to keep her gaze from casually scanning the faces and attires of the people rudely passing her left and right. The people in business suits looked either in pain or like they’d just figured out that this was heaven compared to their offices. Her grey gaze caught one very important, I’m-in-charge-of-half-of-the-world type actually loosening his tie before slipping into a bar. After deciding that the sun made people crazy just as much as a full moon caused people to suddenly become bad drivers-- she’d nearly gotten creamed last month!-- she flitted over toward the edge of the traffic pack in an attempt to disentangle herself when something interesting came along.
Once or twice she cast a particularly rude person --or the back of their head, anyways-- a glare after they cut her off and practically made her jump over their feet. If they kept it up, she’d accuse them of transforming her into one of those performing monkeys. It wasn’t her fault that she’d been cursed with a height deficiency that made her stride slightly shorter than the average American teenage girl’s ought to be. Eyebrows knitting together and nose scrunching in annoyance, the brunette pulled herself free of the crowd only to find herself under one of the awnings of some spiffy, expensive shopping boutique. Not even a store; a boutique. The shade that huddled right up against the building seemed to caress the more than likely pink skin on the back of her neck, reassuring her that she’d awaken to burnt or peeling skin the next morning. After leaning back against the pane of glass that stretched across the majority of the storefront, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Ice couldn’t have felt better than that glass even if it tried.
Bris took a sip of her macchiato, now slightly stale and lukewarm, as she glanced at the other people seeking shelter from the sun under the awning. A pregnant woman who looked ready to pop waddled into the store, while a guy sat on the sidewalk next to the door playing bongos. Blinking and tilting her head to the side in mild curiosity as to why he’d choose here to set up shop, she looked past him and nearly choked on her liquid caffeine.
It was sad, really, that she knew he was a vampire without even having to see fangs or bat wings. The pale skin and the alarm that sounded in her head-- “Warning! Warning! He totally doesn’t fit in the picture!”
[/i][/color]-- gave him away. And he didn’t fit in the picture, alabaster skin through which she was almost certain she could see veins and hair too annoyingly perfect to belong to just your average teenage boy and whatnot. Bristol turned her gaze back to the cup clutched between her fingers. “Please don’t let him start sparkling.” she muttered to the dregs settling in the bottom creases of the styrofoam. “I really don’t want Stephanie Meyer to be right about that.”---------- TAGGED!? the lonely little vampire <3
WEARING WHAT NOW!? this
LISTENING TO!? “Fireflies” by Owl City
WORD COUNT!? five two seven
BABBLE AND NOTES!? my feet hurt =[
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Simon Lewis on Aug 4, 2009 2:36:11 GMT -5
Listening to the music coming from the many MP3 players walking by him, Simon, who was feeling utterly bored at the moment, tapped his foot along with the music. He was waiting for something to happen. Maybe he could see something… or meet someone. Clary could walk by if he was lucky, and if Maia was in a bad mood she would probably be storming around the place and would end up where Simon was now… but he doubted that very much. He had nowhere to go. Maia had once told him to go and get a job, but he could never be bothered. The only place that would accept a 16 year old without résumé would be McDonalds. Do you want fries with that? Macca’s was definitely out of the list. There was always Tahki’s… but that would only be strange.
A part of him wanted to leave and go home, but the other part wanted something to happen. Maybe someone would fall over and break something and then he could take them off to the hospital, or maybe someone would get robbed and he would save the day… Maybe he could act like a mundane and not do anything and just be sadistic and watch them get hurt. But then there would be blood and he would have to leave. He could feel a slight thirst coming on, but he really didn’t care about it because it could wait. He just wanted to be a mundane again. He would rather his nickname by Mundane or Mundie, rather than Vampire, Bloodsucker, Leech, Vampy or Vampstar. He wanted to be able to go to church again, to eat a hamburger again, to grow and catch up to everyone else. He had always wanted to be 21, and to celebrate it with his family, but they had left before that was possible. And he had never really tasted any alcohol either.
The sun was still as high as before, and just as blinding. The wind was light and the clouds in the sky were fluffy and nice. It was a perfect, peaceful day for a mundane. He could image children playing in the park, swimming in the pool and eating ice cream. He looked up again at the people, watching carefully as they went by in a swarming mass. He liked his little spot to the side.
As he continued looking he saw a pretty girl walk by. He smiled. Simon heard as she whispered into her little Styrofoam cup. He laughed softly, trying not to attracted attention. Seriously, was Twilight still a massive thing all these years later? He only wished that he could sparkle in the sun. They sounded like better vampires than he was, all perfect and pretty, with the gold eyes. They didn’t even have to worry about fangs.
Suddenly, it hit him. How did she know that he was a vampire? She was a mundane! No one had ever guessed close before, or so he had thought. He stood up straight and walked up to her. His smile had faded. “Hello,” he said, conversationally. He walked along with her, looking a little like a stalkerish person. “Why would I sparkle?”
|
|
|
|
Post by bris on Aug 20, 2009 5:49:18 GMT -5
WHY WOULD HE SPARKLE? REALLY? He hadn't read a single volume of the Twilight saga, as it was so aptly called? Only after narrowing her eyes and opened her mouth to begin the tedious process of explaining how and why Twilight vampires sparkle-- thus making them faeries-- did it hit Bris: he’d responded to her mumbles. The ones he wasn't supposed to be able to hear. Had she taken a sip of coffee before-hand, it would have turned to the dark side in an attempt to choke her.
The brunette licked her lips, suddenly finding them dry. Her mind worked double-time in an attempt to plot a course of action for her to take; it only succeeded in conjuring a bubbling brook of swears. Seeing as how swearing at a vampire didn't seem like the best form of self preservation, she ignored that impulse.
"Well..." She swallowed as she tried to think of something to tack on to her overused sentence filler. "You're a vampire. This one author seems to think that vampires sparkle. So please don't start sparkling-- I don't want her to be right about that. Vampires are supposed to be the world's best predator. What kind of predator sparkles? I mean..." her voice trailed off and she looked at him nervously. She'd avoided looking at him until then.
Fuck. Fuck fuck double fuck! What if he happened to be a vampire of the sparkling variety? An eep rose in the back of her throat but Bris defiantly shoved the sound that would highlight her error back into the pit of her stomach. It fit in well with the nervous butterflies fluttering around down there.
Change of plans. "You are a vampire, right?" Good! Questions were always good. "You heard me mumbling over all of the human traffic. You're either a vampire or someone with uber good hearing and I don't believe it's the latter."
[/b] After all, he had the whole tall, dark, and kinda handsome thing going on. Partnered with the pale skin that gave him a ghostly appearance, the only logical solution-- in her mind-- was vampire. ---------- TAGGED!? Simon the vampire
WEARING WHAT NOW!? this
LISTENING TO!? I don’t remember…
WORD COUNT!? 351
BABBLE AND NOTES!? Edited for prettyfullness
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Simon Lewis on Aug 21, 2009 20:11:47 GMT -5
Why would I sparkle? Simon thought. Then he remembered back to the fandom of Twilight and how everyone was obsessed with Edward the sparkly vampires. Ah, it all made sense now. The thought made him laugh. He had read those books once, just for a laugh. It had been the most entertaining experience he had ever had. He loved reading vampire novels were the vampires were so odd and different. He’d read a few other odd ones as well.
Simon didn’t know what to say to this. She was obviously up on vampires, but down on what they actually were. “A sparkling vampire,” he said, smiling. “Yes, sparkling vampires do sound very odd to me. I agree, they are pretty scary. A very strange concept,” he said, trying to sound mysterious. “You know, I was alive when Stephanie Meyer wrote those books. All those 20 years ago,” now he was going for the ‘scare the random girl’ attempt. He couldn’t believe that he was so bored that it had come down to this.
He didn’t want to come across as mean, and he didn’t really want the girl to run off saying that she had met a vampire. But if she did, everyone would think that she was a random crazy girl in need of mental help. No one would believe her, but he didn’t want her to run around to everyone telling them that he was a vampire. That wouldn’t be good. And the girl seemed nice enough and she was pretty.
“Yes,” he said, smiling, “I’m a vampire. I did here you, over the human traffic,” he said, smiling still. He was still going for the kind of spookiness. Then he decided to go with a little quote. “Are you afraid?” he asked, the smile fading and the actor in him coming out. He deserved an academy award.
|
|
|
|
Post by bris on Aug 24, 2009 14:52:41 GMT -5
THE MORE HE SPOKE, THE higher her eyebrow arched. By the time he was done it almost hurt to maintain the expression of amused curiosity that she’d donned. Afraid of a vampire? Usually, she would have been. A creature that stood a chance against a superhero who also drank your blood was something to be afraid of. But something about this particular vampire-- whose name she couldn’t care less about-- refused to trigger the flight part of her fight or flight reflex. So in response, she snorted-- a very unladylike action for a pretty unladylike teen. “Now if you tried to climb in through my window at night like Edward Cullen, then I might be more afraid. But right now, I can’t take you seriously in the professional predator-prey manner when you’ve cornered me in front of plenty of witnesses”
[/color] Technically, he hadn’t even cornered her; she could easily slide off in the direction that didn’t lead to him and get lost amongst the window shoppers and lunch breakers. His attempts to scare her-- for she could only assume that that was his intent-- failed miserably. So he’d been around twenty years ago when those books were written. Big friggin whoop. Her mother had been too, and the only thing scary about her mom was her absolute control over the teen’s life for two more years until she turned eighteen. Now if he’d been around when Christopher Columbus discovered the Americas, or even when the founding fathers signed the Declaration, then she’d do another mental check to make sure fear wasn’t choking the breath from her lungs. With a sigh and a moment of indecision requiring the chewing of her lip in order to make up her mind, she turned to face him completely. Up until that point she’d been facing the line of ever moving people. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Not because of an over conceited ego intent on looking at one’s self for hours at a time. Because something glinting around her neck had caught her attention-- she’d totally forgotten that she’d been wearing a necklace. Hooking her finger around the chain, Bris held the little metal bat poignantly toward the vampire. “I’m cool with bats, y’know?”Truth be told, vampires had always piqued an interest with her, even when she just thought they were creatures made by Hollywood that just so happened to spawn and take over fictional media. ---------- TAGGED!? -points- him
WEARING WHAT NOW!? this
LISTENING TO!? “If you could only see” Tonic
WORD COUNT!? 412
BABBLE AND NOTES!? Well this is a crap post. =/
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
