Post by macnamara on Mar 29, 2009 4:46:02 GMT -5
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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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A tall figure, dressed in dark clothes walked down the dark dreary street. Rain fell down gently around him, but he hardly noticed. His eyes, a muddy brown, looked around him keeping a sharp eye out. He wasn't hunting, no he had a while yet before he had to do that, but he was traveling. He had to stay alert and aware. You could never be too careful these days. He'd caught wind of rumors of the Volturi roaming the Americas. They were hunting, but not for food- "justice." Apparently the vampire secret had been compromised. He wanted to know these compromising vampires, and what they had done. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been interested in anyone other than himself- though not in a narcissistic sort of way. As he walked along, he made himself remember his few encounters with the Volturi. There was just something about them that Jim didn't like. There was something off about them, and he didn't trust them.
His thoughts soon drifted away as he thought of this mysterious family that he'd heard so little about. They were in trouble, and he was sure that they had to know. The Volturi were dangerous, and they would do anything to protect their precious secret. Jim knew this, and was curious to know if these vampires knew it as well. Did they know that the Volturi would come at them with everything they had now that they had broken the only rule in the vampire world? He traveled now to find all of this out. For nearly one hundred years he had cared for nothing but his dead family, and yet now he did. He wasn't sure why but he was compelled toward these vampires. He was a Nomad, a wanderer, and a loner- it was against his nature to be doing what he was doing, but he couldn't just sit by and let the unjust take uncalled for "justice" on those who didn't deserve it. His Lily wouldn't have liked it, and so he did this for her as well.
The Irish vampire was walking down the street, hands in his pockets when he decided then. He was ready to go to these other vampires. He wanted to help them, and he was sure when others heard of their dilemma they would come too. He knew that the small town where they stayed was somewhere in Washington, and he would have to track the coven down. He would save it for the next day though. Tonight he would do his hunting, and he would "rest" for the night. He'd been traveling nonstop for five days, and he was sure that he needed to stop and clean himself up at the very least. He'd traveled through all manner of nature, and city. James finally found a small old motel in the city. He went in the lobby, got a cheap one bed, room and then went to it. He sat his things down and almost immediately went back out. For a while he was outside of it, just leaning against the door, waiting. For what he wasn't sure though. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. His lungs were dead and didn't work as a human's would, but he could force air into and out of them if he wanted. He lit the fag before taking a deep drag from it. He closed his eyes for a moment and held his breath before he let it all out. His dark eyes dropped to look down at the faded silver band around his ring finger. A deep pang hit him followed by old memories, before he pushed himself off of the wall with his boot covered foot. He had hunting to get done.
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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
_________________________________________________
A tall figure, dressed in dark clothes walked down the dark dreary street. Rain fell down gently around him, but he hardly noticed. His eyes, a muddy brown, looked around him keeping a sharp eye out. He wasn't hunting, no he had a while yet before he had to do that, but he was traveling. He had to stay alert and aware. You could never be too careful these days. He'd caught wind of rumors of the Volturi roaming the Americas. They were hunting, but not for food- "justice." Apparently the vampire secret had been compromised. He wanted to know these compromising vampires, and what they had done. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been interested in anyone other than himself- though not in a narcissistic sort of way. As he walked along, he made himself remember his few encounters with the Volturi. There was just something about them that Jim didn't like. There was something off about them, and he didn't trust them.
His thoughts soon drifted away as he thought of this mysterious family that he'd heard so little about. They were in trouble, and he was sure that they had to know. The Volturi were dangerous, and they would do anything to protect their precious secret. Jim knew this, and was curious to know if these vampires knew it as well. Did they know that the Volturi would come at them with everything they had now that they had broken the only rule in the vampire world? He traveled now to find all of this out. For nearly one hundred years he had cared for nothing but his dead family, and yet now he did. He wasn't sure why but he was compelled toward these vampires. He was a Nomad, a wanderer, and a loner- it was against his nature to be doing what he was doing, but he couldn't just sit by and let the unjust take uncalled for "justice" on those who didn't deserve it. His Lily wouldn't have liked it, and so he did this for her as well.
The Irish vampire was walking down the street, hands in his pockets when he decided then. He was ready to go to these other vampires. He wanted to help them, and he was sure when others heard of their dilemma they would come too. He knew that the small town where they stayed was somewhere in Washington, and he would have to track the coven down. He would save it for the next day though. Tonight he would do his hunting, and he would "rest" for the night. He'd been traveling nonstop for five days, and he was sure that he needed to stop and clean himself up at the very least. He'd traveled through all manner of nature, and city. James finally found a small old motel in the city. He went in the lobby, got a cheap one bed, room and then went to it. He sat his things down and almost immediately went back out. For a while he was outside of it, just leaning against the door, waiting. For what he wasn't sure though. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. His lungs were dead and didn't work as a human's would, but he could force air into and out of them if he wanted. He lit the fag before taking a deep drag from it. He closed his eyes for a moment and held his breath before he let it all out. His dark eyes dropped to look down at the faded silver band around his ring finger. A deep pang hit him followed by old memories, before he pushed himself off of the wall with his boot covered foot. He had hunting to get done.
NOTES COMPLETE. READY FOR REPLIES. <3 WORDS 631.
TAGGED OPEN. OUTFIT OUTFIT HERE.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !