My 5 O'clock (Luke)

[aro]

It was odd being in London. Very different to the other countries I had to cross over even to get away from my home, my life. I thought I might as well see what was the enjoyment of London. The bars, eateries, etc. There was stuff here, but nothing here that caught my attention. I ended up in a smaller bar, the TV in the corner above the bar was showing cricket. Guys hooting and hollering about the damn game. I took a seat in the corner of the bar top trying to keep to myself. A beer sat in front of me now, my hands playing with the mug. My hands were covered by the sleeves of my sweatshirt where I had cut hole in it to fit my thumbs. Ever since I got here, London’s given me a reason to be cold. They had rain, Russia didn’t.

My legs crossed in front of me and my heel rested on the bottom of the bar stool. A small leather bag sat beside me on the floor. My things, not much but it kept home with me other than one person. My hair laid gently down barely touching my shoulders. My fingers came up to brush some behind my ear as my other hand brought the beer up to my lips. It was a darker beer, ya it was ok. Russia was the home of alcohol. But I cant complain here. I’ll just have to get use to the taste.

Being alone, being with no one. I only ran into one soul here, and he was an ass. Yup, Gay. A proud gay to be exact. Werewolf. God, why did they make gay werewolves? They’re too testy for my liking. They snap at any minute. Other than that, humans running into me, or humans trying to hit on me. That’s it. My Russian tounge scared everyone away. No I’m not British, but damn I live here now so get use to it.

(sorry it's short. i'm not a good starter)

[lukecolburn]

Luke needed a break. The week had been excruciatingly long and tedious, and so today he finally decided to go out and relax. Luke’s idea of relaxing is not quite the same as most people. Most people in London would go to bars to get wasted. Go to bars to forget. Go to strip clubs to be seduced by someone that could quite possibly kill them if they managed to be led into the bedroom. London was a city full of people who didn’t give a damn about their lives. It was full of creatures that once only lived in fairy tales. But here they were, humans like Luke, living side by side with these species and finding it quite normal. The crime rate was no longer frightening. People no longer boarded up their windows to stay safe. The only way you could tell that good old rough Londan was having any affect on anyone at all would be watching people walk down the street. The hunched shoulders, the wary eyes, the quick pace. No one strolled unless they were swaggering with alcohol. This is how London functioned now, but Luke managed to stay on the outside of it for the most part.

Today, Luke found himself wandering through Clerkenwell. He walked up and down the streets, looking up at the various names of bars and restaurants and clubs. People were already staggering out of bars with vomit on their shirts while their friends hooted on the inside of the bars with laughter. Luke shoved his hands into his pockets and chose to go inside of a bar that was particularly small. This bar was quieter than the others and screaming and hollering couldn’t be heard from the outside. Luke strolled in and looked around. There were men ogling up at the TV screen, shouting at the game as if they were a part of it, but there were only a few of them. Luke sat down at the bar and got a pepsi instead of a drink. He was never one for alcohol. He didn’t like having his judgment clouded at any given moment in time, so he stayed clear of the stuff.

He was sitting next to a woman who had a drink in front of her. He glanced over at her warily for a moment before turning his eyes on the game on TV. He sat their quietly and inhaled the smoke that filled the room, slowly letting himself relax bit by bit. After his relaxation, he would have to get back to work to earn some money for the week, which he wasn’t looking forward to. Stealing and selling was a huge risk, but it was the way he made his living. He dreaded dealing with the other criminal, and he hated being associated with them, even partially. His thoughts trailed on and on until it came to the point where he was only staring at the TV screen, his eyes glazed over and a small frown stuck to his face. At last, he shook himself free of his thoughts and turned to the woman next to him casually to comment “I don’t even like cricket.” he said. He wasn’t even sure why he was talking to a total stranger, but he was feeling a bit lonely and a bit out of it. Quite out of character for Luke.

[aro]

My ears picked up a sound coming from next to me. It startled me seeing a man sitting there, talking about the others that were cheering on the game. Wow, my mind was that bothered by me moving here? I stared blankly at him for a moment, my fingers tapping gently on the glass of my beer. Nor do I. Sports don’t even like me, so why watch it. Yea, let the world know my sorrow, my pain. Probably would talk someone’s ear off and they’d have to go to the padded room because they’d get to the point of what was real, what wasn’t anymore. How sad is that? My history would be three books by now, but other than Vince and other werewolves, who would read them? They’d be too insane for the sane.

Not much of a beer drinker I thought to myself, seeing the soda in his hands in front of him. Alcoholic? Someone that gets too messed up in life after one drink? Who knew his reasons why but bars are for everyone and anyone. Why would I think bars are just for werewolves that need to get away from life? My legs crossed, my one heel gently resting on the bottom of my stool. The game ended and the local news started blurting on the TV. Must be 10 pm already huh? Time goes too fast now a days.. I was mostly talking to myself, but it was loud enough just incase the man beside me wanted to add on, tell me his life story. Tell me how horrible his wife is at home. How the office sucks. Who knew.

Life sucked in general to me. Not being home, got a psychopath tracking me, no friends, no home, no cash. It sucked. Hopefully I could pass myself off easily as a human and get going on a job. Any job. Secretary. Assassin. Hostess. Anything to get some money around to just stop living in the woods, the alley, the dumpster. It even haunted me here, in London. Damn you Vince for all that you’ve done to me! God, what I wouldn’t wish for a Hypnotist right now and think of myself as a human and that’s it. Like that’ll happen.

I sipped on my beer again, listening to the lastest scandals and murders. Rats taking over half of London. Ha, that gay guy could probably polish off most of them leaving the rest of us to hunt humans. My eyes kept on switching over to the gentleman though. Watching him to see what’d he do, what’d happen next. I wasn’t one for men being so close, especially after what Vince had done to me. Lies, bullock. Who knew what this one would play on me, but the sound of something other than drunks and the TV sure did help my sanity though.