Thinking is Hard on the Brain (open)

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♫Overthrow the effigy♫
♫The vast majority♫
♫Burning down the foreman of control ♫

The cars speeded along the road way. Horns honked, shouts and other loud noises could be heard. The usual sounds of the city; people talking, bikes rolling by, tired crunching against concrete, and of course there was music. Well maybe not everyone heard the music that Theodora did. The headphones were placed firmly within the cannel of her ears. The pulsing bass and the tenor tone of the musician that flowed from the device in her pocket drowned out what chaos was erupting about her. Blue eyes were fixated upon the booklet that was being held opens by her hands. It was an assignment book, history to be more exact. But then again history was not taught like it once was, everything was questionable now. Or at least she thought so. It was more a theory of history. Still the museums were her destination for the day.

Theo’s slender form entered through the large doorway of one of the buildings, zig-zagging almost effortlessly through the crowd of people walking about the area as well. Dark washed blue jeans hugged tightly to her legs leading down to a boot cut style that covered the tops of her white sneakers. A sky blue colored t-shirt clung to her trimmed torso, but that shirt was covered by an unzipped black hoodie that swayed loosely with her movements. It was not long before she found was she was looking for. The project wouldn’t take long now with the inspiration for the paper standing right in front of her. Or more like a life like appearance of the subject standing before her.

Three wax figurines of cavemen stood almost dumbfounded about an image of a makeshift fire. The female’s orbs glanced at the scene then down to the piece of paper in her lap. “The Impact of Fire on Modern Technology”. It was a hard thesis to pull off, but she was willing to work at it. So far the day was quiet. No reports of crime had reached her, though she new darn well that something had happened somewhere. But the point is she wasn’t worrying about it. Musical tone streamed through her cerebrum blocking out the outside world, helping her to focus on the task at hand. The walk here had been her favorite part of the day, but the quicker she got things moving the quicker she could leave.

In her mind it was not safe to wander about town alone. Years of the rule being pounded into her head by her parents. But sometimes you had to break and bend the rules to get something done. Today was one of those days. Most of her friends were busy, or working on a similar project as her, or just absolutely refused to leave their rooms. That was okay, they could do whatever, and she had things to do and could not wait for them to make up their minds. So here Theo sat.

♫Silence is the enemy♫
♫Against your urgency♫
♫So rally up the demons of your soul ♫

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That startling clash of metal on metal was enough to make heads turns; people to gasp in horror and even a few to scream at the scene in front of them. Damien gazed at the scene with acute indifference, yet he had just witnessed it all, of course no one took notice of the lone figure starring with a pique of interest as the two cars before continuing walking down the sidewalk. Now you may wonder how this crash came about, but it was rather simple. Two teens had bet each other on a race, the one who won would simply have to give a hundred bucks to the looser. Their tempers flared, they literally floored that gas pedal and not a whole minute had passed since these events took place that the crash came about. It was easy to identify the cause, they were speeding thus they couldn’t have steered away from the young woman with the stroller and the squealing baby. When they had it was already too late, but they still tried to stop the accident from happening, of course anyone would hit the breaks with all their might, but what happens when you have bad breaks? You crash of course, the car had almost avoided collision with the woman by steering to the left, leaving the tire marks on the street, but the other vehicle had collided with this one and in the end the woman wasn’t to be spared. The cars had indeed crashed against her that single scream echoed through the street, somehow creating an echo even though the area was quiet opened up. Her blood now pooled beneath her, a brutal wound had been delivered to the side of her head. Such a tragic scene, the crowd had either gasped –or in the case they could see the crimson blood that stained the street, screamed. One particular bystander who appeared to be little tolerant to such scenes had responded by fainting, her body hitting hard against the pavement, those around her giving a collective gasp of horror. Some would forget about the blood and look around, to the crying baby in the upturned stroller. But few even dared make a move towards the body, cars squealed to a halt. Yet for one particular vampire who had been seen the whole scene, it was just part of everyday life.

In fact it might even be more than that.

For Damien DiMarco that scene had made a slow cruel smirk twitch the corner of his lips. He had enjoyed to watch the woman’s blood gradually pool beneath her head, enjoyed the baby’s cries of pain and misery. It had enjoyed every bit of it. But like everything in his world, his past and his future, this lasted little. Soon he was bored by the whole ordeal and had continued his life by walking, heading in seemingly a random direction, but he knew quiet well where he was going. Damien didn’t do anything on a whim, he did for a reason. What would that reason be today? That was a question you would have to stay to find out. Right now Damien looked his normal indifferent self, his eyes revealing nothing and his mouth set in the usual thin line. If you looked closely you might catch how he was slightly hunched over, but that might as well be a mistake, how would a proud being like Damien carry himself in such a manner? It was unthinkable, but of course this would be an exception. Damien found himself deep in thought about something the Mob Boss would rarely if at all do, he found himself thinking about the future. What would he do now?

The Head found it horrifying that this whole crime business was turning out to be… well boring. There was always some excitement in that feeling of getting away with it, the problem was that you eventually got away with it so many times it would grow to be such a monotonous cycle. Damien was bored to be doing the same thing over and over again with seeming absolutely no problem. The vampire was normally very cautious, so cautious in fact there were barely any flaws with his plans and he was always prepared for the worst. This cautiousness it was had led him to rule London over fear, not exactly rule, but in a way he did. He could choose to kill a civilian on a whim, simply because he wanted and he could decide whether that civilian would simply disappear, or if perhaps they were cruelly murdered. Their body found with multiple shots and apparently bled to death in the sidewalk. Right now he could kill that woman, that one over there with the curly red hair and the huge sunglasses, a wide pompous dress covering her body. What would happen to her? She would die, people would go to her funeral, but the truth of the matter is that no matter how much her family wished for revenge they wouldn’t be able to get it, the culprit walking casually in the sidewalk, perhaps next to them. Perhaps sleeping in his bed, perhaps maybe even dead himself. What did it matter? It was the same thing over and over again and Damien hungered for more. He wanted excitement, to try something dangerous, to get the werewolves and their so called justice stirred up. To commit a crime so vile they would be drove to madness and they would desire his death and would chase after him. Something that will make him feel like challenging his brain.

Something different.

So deep in thought he was that he didn’t even notice as he walked through the doors of a museum. He didn’t remember even paying for the entry, perhaps it was free of perhaps he had come inside without so much of a word. But what he did notice is when he bumped against someone. The normally very observant Damien getting so lost in thought that he didn’t notice any of these things, now my friends, you know there is something bothering Damien. He bumped hard into what was probably a human, female. The fact was that bumping against a vampire wasn’t exactly comfy, much less a muscled and tallish vampire. But when he felt the body collide against him he snapped from his thoughts and took notice of his surroundings. His eyes met those blue ones and immediately he scowled. He would say something like ‘watch where you’re going’ if he wasn’t too busy trying to drill holes into the human’s skull.

((meh, shitty))