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Post by Will Warrender on Jun 20, 2009 14:04:58 GMT -7
The Broadgate at night looked like a cage...the shadows of the buildings looking nearly like the bars, the torches making it all the worse.
A veritable prison, the humor wasn't lost on Daniel, who watched the shadows suffocate the streets and surround the people who were too blind to see the symbolism. He felt bad for them, but just like they didn't notice they were captive...they didn't notice him.
He didn't blame them, he was dressed in tatters, dirty and tired looking, he was easily brushed off as a vagrant, some crazy homeless man wandering the streets. They wouldn't be wrong if they thought that. He was one of those things...but he wasn't too sure if he had gone mad...or if he was just homeless.
It didn't matter much to Daniel, who shook it off, sitting down on a curb and drawing his knees up to his chin, though he couldn't feel the cold like he once did, he still shivered as the wind picked up. He knew he couldn't sit here too long, but he just needed a rest. He was sick of running, but he was too scared to get caught. But for now it was enough to sit in his prison on the street corner, and watch the people.
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Post by ash on Jun 20, 2009 23:06:45 GMT -7
Sage seemed to be different then the rest. She was sitting with a sketch book and a book light. Today she had gotten board again. Her job didn't require her full attention particularly since she worked with kids. It was a small daycare but she always had the evening to herself. And usually she was drawing. Finishing a picture of a small child with her mother as they headed home she looked around. She needed another subject to draw. She spotted a person sitting on the street corner. He wasn't really what others usually draw but to her he was interesting.
Smiling softly she studied him as she flipped to a clean page. His clothes were in tatters and he looked tired along with dirty. He was probably one of the many homeless here. Shrugging off the thought she saw the shadows falling across him like a prison. A prison. Huh. Adjusting her pencil she started a rough outline of him sitting there and the little curb. Maybe it wasn't wise of her to stay out late but she hadn't yet gotten the notion the city was dangerous inside her head. Listening wasn't something she did well. Smiling at her thoughts she drew barely noticeable bars over the rough outline of him. Glancing up she studied him a bit more then added in the light medium and dark shades of the night and lights.
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Post by Caitlyn Isabelle O'Shea on Jun 20, 2009 23:48:12 GMT -7
I walked in the shadows. It wasn't unusual for me, just different than a lot of humans. Yeah humans. With their pulsing blood, thick and rich under that delicate skin. Oh did I metion I was thirsty? I hadn't had blood in about two days now and I was starting to go insane. Images of the hunt and the blood filled my head as I walked along. I was wearing a white tank top with black outlining the straps. My skirt was also black. It looked good on me. It helped me blend in too. It was something that I normally didn't wear. I usually wore something like a blue tank with black Sophies. I shrugged and kept walking.
My bow and arrows rested on my back as I walked. They were something I always had with me. My sense of protection. One had once asked me why I didn't carry something more modern like a gun or a knife. I had shone him quickly why I had cared to take a bow in my hand instead of a gun. I shoke my head and looked up. A girl was sitting on a bench with a sketch pad not too far away. A smile spread across my face as I caught her scent. A human. Nothing more. I stalked silently closer.
As I got closer, I could tell that she was drawing. She looked up every once and a while to look across the street. I followed her gaze. What my eyes fell upon was a man in tattered clothes. My pity kicked in then. I wanted to help this man, but I didn't know how. I couldn't just give him my clothes. I sighed and walked across the street. I walked up to him and said,"Hello, sir. I saw you sitting here and I thought you might like some company." I smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't turn me down. I needed to talk to someone and I prefered a fellow vampire...
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Post by Will Warrender on Jun 21, 2009 12:09:33 GMT -7
Daniel sat for a long while, his eyes half lid closed as he tried to center himself, but like always, he couldn't just let himself be, soon he was looking around, and caught the sight of some young woman and her sketch book. What was she doing? It made his stomach drop to his toes and his heart claw against his ribcage.
Did she know something he didn't? Or what she just a simple artist working on her cafe sketches? Part of him jumped to conclusions, while the rest kicked himself for being so paranoid. Instead, he gave her a bit of a sheepish wave.
However, in his attention towards the human, he had completely missed that a vampire was coming up to him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. His dark blue eyes going wide as he sputtered on his words and drew his arms up defensively to protect himself.
"Don't kill me!" He yelped, his eyes now squeezed so tight that tears were leaking out, as he waited for the inevitable, which didn't happen, in fact...nothing happened.
"Hello, sir. I saw you sitting here and I thought you might like some company."
"Wait...what?" the chubby looking teenager put his arms down and looked at the woman suspiciously, cocking his eyebrow as he looked her up and down with much scrutiny, it wasn't like he was checking her out, it was more like he was...sizing her up. Trying to figure out what her game was.
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Post by ash on Jun 21, 2009 14:43:53 GMT -7
Sage darkened the hidden bars in the picture ever so slightly. The only way they would have been seen is you would have to have been looking for them. Sage looked up to see the boy had noticed her drawing him. He looked scared. Why was he scared of her? His sheepish wave made her smile gently at him. She waved back and finished the sketch. Looking at it she decided she would definitely have to paint it. Or maybe he would like it.
Glancing up she noticed a women with a bow and arrows. Like an Amazon. Tucking the image away she watched him approach the pour little guy. When the women got closer she notice the guy flinch into a position that was defensive. He looked so scared of the women that it squeezed her heart at whatever made him to afraid. Though it was possible the vampires made him afraid. Or werewolves.
When the lady didn't hurt him though Sage relaxed as she saw his defensive posture turn into one of suspicion. So Sage got up and went to ask permission to pain the image if not she would tuck it away in her personal collection. She didn't exactly ignore the women but she stayed away from her. Just something about her. "Hi. I was wondering if I could paint this." Holding up her sketch book she showed him the sketch as she kneeled beside him.
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