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Post by Dante Keareen on Apr 10, 2010 17:55:37 GMT -7
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Do you know what is really annoying? Those stupid neighbourhood rumours. They were almost as irritating as the people that believed them; sometimes they just needed a little logic and common sense to understand that it's all a scam. If at the Millennium Bridge some local Mafia ditched dead bodies in the river, wouldn't it make sense for it to be more heavily patrolled? If it was true then wouldn't there be, oh he didn't know, more bodies floating around. Not like he actually seen any body’s period, but he honestly figured that it would be in the news more often. You know the whole thing just sounded like a story to keep vampires away from the bridge actually. Honestly, what other time of the day would Dante decide to wander down to the path huh? In the middle of the fucking afternoon, of course not, that would probably kill him. Just completely retarded.
And that was why he was even there in the first place.
That of course came with after out ten minutes of nagging his mother to let him go, he swore that the woman just wanted him to be stuck around the house. Well it was obvious that she did, she somehow thought that her seventeen year old son couldn’t figure out his own way around a city without hurting himself. It wasn’t like he did anything self damaging in the past, and he wasn’t about to start now. No matter how he tried to explain it to her, the world was a dangerous place for the average vampiric teenager. A puppy eating, kitten kicking, blind-kid killing world in which the innocent weren’t safe from the evil mortal menace. Eventually at least his mom just gave up and let him go on his walk to this mythical bridge of ‘oh my God dragnz’ on which you would be eaten by a troll if you crossed it at night. That totally happens every day in London apparently, those evil bridge trolls trying to eat your walking cane, horrible business.
The familiar smell of water basically violated his nose as he stopped in the middle of the bridge. It was pleasant when it was being accompanied by the relative coolness of the night-time air as well. Harmonizing, nice, quiet, and there wasn't a evil bridge troll in earshot, it was extremely... nice. Dante hated using that word, it was so pain and dull, but that's just the only thing that came to mind. Things just weren't normal any more, so it was a very positive change. Unlike his usual thought pattern, which managed to be extremely negative actually. He was going to work on fixing that flaw tomorrow, he promised. Right then Dante had no idea who he was even promising to, it was his inner world and it wasn't like he'd be too pissed off breaking a promise to himself. Honestly, what was he a woman? He wasn't going to cry just because he broke some sort of unspoken oath to himself when he was standing by himself on a bridge. A troll bridge.
He thought about leaning against the the bridge for a moment, which he thought was a little stupid since his legs were sore. Sitting on the ground would be gross though, there was dirt on there, or bugs, yeah bugs were definitely worse. Dante turned around for a second and backed himself against the ledge of the foot bridge, and pulling himself up on the hand rail so he was sitting up on it. Letting go of his walking cane he put it up against the railing so it was the one that was leaning off of some germ ridden hand rail. For a split moment he wondered what would happen if someone walked over and pushed him backwards. Other than the scenario where he got wet, but the whole swimming over and trying to find his stupid cane again. What if though, when they pushed him over they took his cane too, so if he got out he would have to stumble blindly back to his house. In the freezing cold. In most cases he wouldn't even think of it as a possible option, but at the same time he didn't even know what he was supposed to expect any more. Just last week he was bullied into accepting a smoothie offer. The world was going to hell in a hand basket, a hand basket of all things!
Oh god he was starting to sound like his mother.
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Word count; 779
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Post by murazar on Apr 12, 2010 19:23:09 GMT -7
This was yet another of those more frequent free nights he was getting. He was figuring out how to manage his work better, more efficient. Right now his black suit with the white undershirt matched him. The only thing that remotely suggested her was anything, but normal was his gloves.
At least that was the outside appearance. In reality he was prepared for a small war. His steel mask was hanging off a belt loop, combat elbow and knee pads were inside his jacket-type overshirt. Along with a silenced .45 pistol that had armor piercing bullets which would shred any living thing to pieces.
To top it off he was wearing some fancy thing bulletproof/knife proof vest that as a bonus warded off shrapnel. He was just glad such things existed now, despite the pricey-ness of it he didn't mind wearing it. Speciallly if it increased his chances of living. No matter how badass, or experienced you were. It always helped to have the right gear. That and that was part of the experiencedness.
He walked along the bridge calmly, silently, and bored. At the moment there was really nothing to do except start a war or find someone who would freak out if they talked to him. He looked over seeing a young boy, vampire from the paleness and bravery to be on this bridge at this hour. He silently walked over, the rubber sole of his combat boots absorbing the sound, which were coincidently for fashion unoticeable to almost anyone who even did look at his feet.
He stopped as he held his head right next to the boy's and spoke ever so softly as he took a breath to speak. Considering he didn't need to even breath on a normal occassion," Well, what do we have here?" He had one hand ready incase the kid thought of screaming, running, or falling into the water. His voice seemed lethally calm, strong-willed, and had the Italian flair to it.
He was poised for action and was well aware to his capabilities that he'd easily be more than a match for the kid. Although, for all intents and purposes he wasn't going to kill him or feed on him. In fact now he knew the kid was a vampire, a birthed one at that considering how young he looked. No one survived that change at what his age looked like.
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Post by Dante Keareen on Apr 21, 2010 17:07:32 GMT -7
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Silence was always short lived in the ages of idiots. That was no real surprise, walking down the street and some idiot running up and screaming 'boo!' in your face, well that was just pathetically normal. The real confusion these days is when he's sitting around on a bridge, minding his own buisness and inwardly being rebellious against society like the teenage jackass he was, and some person walks up quietly and scares the shit out of you. So much of a surprise that he was half tempted not to yelp out, but instead tightened his grip onto the railing on which he was sitting on. The worst thing that could happen to his ego would be shrieking like a girl and falling backwards off the bridge because the troll of this bridge decided to create his masterful and grand appearance. Even though his thoughts were generally mocking, there was a part of Dante that was kind of worried.
What if the rumours about the murder group were true?
If they were at least he wouldn't have to worry to much right? He was blind so technically he didn't see anything and he wouldn't be a great witness in court right, he doesn't even know what they look like. Dante figured however, a groupd of rowdy murderers would have been louder when they approched the bridge, and this guy seemed rather silent. Which only worried him slightly more than eased his nerves. He did however think that there was only one of them around judging by the noise factor and such things of that nature. Once he calmed himself down, and rather forceably at that, he noticed that the voice was obviously male, but it was rather close which he found a little odd as well. Quiet, stealthy, male, and probably an assassin in some gang that pranced around the bridge. Or he could just look at the other side of the spectrum and notice that it probably isn't a big deal and just some guy wandering around and wondered why there was some punk-ass blind kid sitting around on a bridge.
The Italian voice however asked a rather suspicious question, but Dante wasn't one that liked to be questioned like he was doing something wrong. Since when was it illegal for a vampire to go out during the night and hang around a public bridge? It was public, so he could sit there if he felt like it and no troll of the bridge would tell him otherwise. "I'm a kid, sitting on a bridge. Millennium Bridge actually," Dante couldn't see how it mattered to anyone, especially Mr.Troll, unless he produced a fancy document in braille that was an ownership contract or something. Then he just might leave, before someone took his cane, which would be one of the biggest a-hole things to do. Before he was worried about being eaten by a troll, shot by a gang of motorcyclists, and kicked off the bridge by an assassin, now Dante was caring if someone stole his walking cane. Maybe there was some sort of therapist that he could visit.
Until then he thought he could push a couple ideas from the other male himself, he wasn't going to be the only person asking questions in this here neighbourhood. Maybe something other than the fact that this guy obviously was the angry monster that lived under little kid's night mares or something of that general nature. "Who is asking anyway?"Dante responded back, looking over in the direction that he last heard that voice from.
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