Post by damien`fletcher on Mar 29, 2008 0:48:03 GMT -5
ceilo.
fifteen.
going on six.
-->recycled from vampire role play.
By what comparison is a rainy day, to a sunny one? Nothing to me they are the same. In everyway. Each one filled with the same amount of pros and cons. Everyday I know is just another one to torment me, and yet it is a pleasure to still be alive. So what was one cold day, compared to a warm one. A very simple comparison. Less people where out and about. The hustle and bustle of city life, dimmed only by the obnoxious screaming horns of people sliding on ice. Or the news report of another wreck. But now people walked, on cold cement. Crisp grass that snapped under your feet. But I sat. On what would be described as an unsanitary bench. Even though in my mind, it was just the same as any other. Sure the paint was a little chipped. And there was a collection of rust under one of the bars slanted across my back. But it was just the same as the next, somewhere to sit. Somewhere to be just another person. But that’s just it, how was I just another person, among people so dull? I wasn’t. Everyone was trying to be different, I was the one trying to fade into the collection of faces. But what was this? Of the few beings out and about, scampering across the ground, like the cold was disgusting. Shoulders hunched forward, shuffling along, like babies do when they first walk. But in the midst of curled over corpse, a simple boy was playing through the crowds, they where nothing more than trees. Weaving through what little stood to stop him. Seemed so odd, amongst the pale ugly faces. So bare and white with the temperature. Not that this boy wasn’t an odd pale. But it was an ivory cast that seemed to set light away from him, although it gathered on his skin, like moths to a light. So unflawed, by motion, which was sweeping across the ground, starting at a slow drowned pace. Legs seemed so tight, ready to break from the restraint, I could see how awkward his gait was, stiff and unwilling. From a lanky body, nothing but a flesh, forged to iron rutted bones. Everything he gave of with his posture, was he didn’t care, but don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I was never much one for conversation, but then again, I was never one to ignore equal opportunity. Funny how things happen, don’t you think? Easy to comprehend the basic beauty was all but common in a single glance of such a boy. Such pale flesh, stone appeal, and lack of care. I could only see the similarities in my own mirror. It was odd how, people so different could be so alike. So this boy had my attention, only in the fact, he had something I wanted to know, nosey me. Besides that fact, just another face to forget. So, let’s compare teeth.
The slow manner in which each step so idling taken, was a cocky matter, in my own opinion. Complete disregard for any self respect. Or was it I was being overly objective to the way someone carried themselves? I was still perched on the edge of my seat. Sideways glances, given to those who took it upon themselves to throw me an idle stare. Might as well acknowledge the otherwise unknown. But it was when such a sight started to get away from me, yes, the boy again. It annoyed me, how interesting he looked. An inhuman beauty, no doubt. So casual in his attire. Nothing more than necessary. But I’d think the same of myself. He’s elevated movement, made me move, or rather float, off the bench’s edge. My breath drawn in wisps from the peak of my tongue, stretched out until fading away. The click of heels on the concrete , with every step. Not obnoxious like those from stilettos, just simple little taps. Easy to catch up with such a lazy mannered walk. Especially now, since everyone was basically gone. I must have been staring, longer than I thought. Almost freaked myself out a little. By now, I’d have kept to follow, but something else caught my attention, oh yes, how easily distracted was I, and when my eyes flashed back, the tawny bobbed hair, was all but gone. I shrugged, blades rolling up across my spine. Sighing, so a cloud of smoke bust through highly contrasted lips. Slipping between a nonchalant pairing of trees, across grass, that was an ugly brown, and snapping like twigs.
Seemed funny to myself, how the unguided interest in such a simple animation of a walk could make me question. It was the female mind itself at work. And one with no doubt of an epic history to recall such certain mannerism to classify a person. Or was this boy even more than human. It would seem, with such pale skin, you could hold it to the ice, and the translucent appeal would match. The crack in shattered ice would be the blue veins. And the unrelated blond top, that seemed to clash with such blank canvasses. Indeed he was a little more than human, a little less than alive. And I don’t exactly prefer the term, Vampire. But lets call him that for now. This boy, who I knew nothing about, and yet the appearance of him hand me on ends, like a fan girl obsession, how unlike me.
[Character : Mason Holt|Female Vampire]
CHARACTER
Hi, my name is Damien Alexander Fletcher
I am Nineteen years old.
My sexual orientation is Straight
The style that appeals to me:
-->in the making
On the inside, my personality is like this:
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It's the story of my life:
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Enjoyment:
--->in the making
Dislikes:
--->in the making
