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Post by Jesse Walker on Jun 14, 2013 18:34:22 GMT -8
Jesse had come here to live in peace something he could have only dreamed of years ago, but now was in his reach. This town was small, like a box filled with mice scampering around for room. Anyone could hide out here if they chose, it seemed like the last place to look for a person. Heck even Hitler could live here if he chose and no one would notice if he had a good disguise. Maybe he did, but who cared so long as he stayed quiet right? The supernatural events here seemed unnaturally natural to everyone, oblivious yet somehow aware of it in a sense. Perhaps an immunity? One could speculate that since the townsfolk lived around it for so long, they had formed a sort of ignorance to what was around them.
These thoughts roamed through his head as he made it into the forest. The boy stopped, his eyes scanned his surroundings using the moon as a light to see it all. It seemed perfectly quiet, but that was how every horror movie started no? Without regard for danger he continued walking through the woods, his footsteps crunching the leaves loudly almost as if on purpose. He didn't feel like tip toeing silently when this was intended to be a relaxing midnight stroll. Besides anyone else here who wasn't four legged and hairy obviously wasn't sleeping, therefore there was no reason to stay quiet. The animals could just go elsewhere anyways right? |
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Ian Parker
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You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone[Mo0:25]
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Post by Ian Parker on Jun 15, 2013 17:11:39 GMT -8
He'd dreamed the stars were dying, and he became a monster of light and dark and fire.
The moonlight shone mildly through the leaf curtains of the forest and bathed everything in light green and golden patterns. Remembrance of the night was still visible in the shape of dew drops. The wind howled and stung at Ian's uncovered face as he walked through thickets of trees. He tugged at his hood with a scowl, trying to draw it further down over his eyes. To say it's an alien place would be the height of ironic cliche..yet that is precisely how it felt as he moved over the damp, spongy earth. The scents, the perpetual rain...it all screamed 'misplaced' and 'wrong' to his senses. Ironic, then, that he was the one misplaced here...the intruding factor rather than being intruded upon by it.
It wasn't that he wasn't used to the dark, or to dark woods. It wasn't that he was frightened, and woe betide the soul that suggested it. It was the quality of the darkness, the way it seemed not just to be absent of light, but to consume and devour it, and the way the trees bent old and sour and twisted over his head, like they'd been poisoned. He looked at them and felt no welcome. Because it was light, and the trees seemed to close around him. After all, the heart of these trees was dark. The woods wouldn't let him go. Every trail led to a dead end, and the one that didn't led back to the house. He tried again, and then again. It was no use.
Being descended from the great elves, he had an affinity for the woods and usually enjoyed his trips here, not so today. after a while, he began to accept his plight and looked around him. It really was a lovely place this time of year. He spotted a squirrel not far from him. He looked at it, and the creature looked right back at him as though he almost understood his thoughts. He tossed that idea away quickly. The transferrence only worked one way. Though he could understand the animals, he could never speak back to them, which made dealing with them very boring. It ran and he decided to pursue, his footfalls almost silent on the forest floor.
His pursuit led him to a pathway he'd never noticed before and he decided to explore it. As he continued on down the pathway, he heard noise in the distance. The crunching of leaves and the snap of a twig putting his senses on alert. No animal he knew of made that kind of racket. "Wh-who's there?"
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Post by Jesse Walker on Jun 16, 2013 12:35:58 GMT -8
Besides the ruckus his feet were making the walk was really a good way to let off steam and just relax. It was better than kicking over trees whenever he became upset right? Nothing could beat a midnight stroll on such a beautiful night. Something about the darkness was calming, like a blanket over everything that was happening. Who needed to fear it anyways? True what you cannot see is a threat, but that also allows a big change for it not to even exist. Just a mere creation of the fear deep inside the minds of men. It was so real to them that maybe just for a second it can manifest in a random sound in the dark. A squrel could easily become an ax wielding maniac with the right amount of paranoia.
Jesse could count on his hand the amount of times he thought the angels actually found him. Most of the time it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, but being half angel made it easy to discern reality for falsehood. It was obvious they would find him here eventually, but why worry about something that could be another decade away. They were a little less than adequate when it came to hunting. The angels who came for him were better warriors than trackers, they could be tracking him, but run into a different one. It was strange, but a bit sad at the same time. Whoever picked those guys for the job were morons.
As Jesse strolled deeper he could hear something or someone else, it was probably just another midnight stroller. An animal would have been yelling for him to leave their dominion, but a little food always changed their minds. The sound got louder as he kept wandering further and further, though he just ignored them completely until he heard a voice. It was a male voice obviously and it sounded more curious or scared then hostile. Besides what kind of cruel person just said 'who's there?' right? Jesse walked faster coming up on the man, "Sorry for scaring you," He said, "I'm Jesse and you are?" He gave the guy a warm so as to calm him and let him know Jesse was a friend. |
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Ian Parker
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You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone[Mo0:25]
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Post by Ian Parker on Jun 17, 2013 13:37:03 GMT -8
The night was a deep, hazy violet, and it had been long since people had gone to sleep that night. Branches swayed in the light wind above, as he stood below them. Mud coated his sneakers from trying to dodge obstacles in the seemingly endless woods. The vivid dark haunted him. It was bursting with beginnings, and endings in the dense jungle of the night. Birds sang sweetly from the trees nearby, the cricket's chirped making music to communicate with each other scattered about in the grass. He felt this connection with nature, which soothed him and made him forget almost everything. All that was important was the now. But from deep within him, he felt an unease stirring, a foreboding or premonition. Even in the most peaceful of moments, there was always the storm brewing on the edge of the horizon, waiting to awake him to reality.
Even with the most polished and cool facades, even if he could fool everyone else – the real person he wished to fool was himself. How desperately he wanted this, he couldn't express entirely in words, because at least if he fooled himself, just maybe he could assuage some of his sins. Now…humanity could be a dangerous weakness. So, in these moments that were often a rarity, he let himself be a glutton - enjoying all that nature was providing him with at the moment. He lost himself in the picturesque scene and feel of the nature surrounding him until he felt as if he himself had joined it in all its beauty. Something pushed him along the rough waves and kept him on his feet even when he was alone. It came from deep inside him. He'd hold on in hopes for a new dawn, for a new day. In hopes someday he'd be in control of the monster holding reign inside of him.
Even if he feared it was turning him into someone unrecognizable. He'd numb himself and be strong. He'd wait it out. Even as a little voice told him the demon in him was getting more bloodthirsty and strong. The monster rattling in its cage to be let free, even in moments of silence like this. He heard footfalls headed his way. No, this was definitely no animal. He was on guard and ready for whatever might come at him. He heard the footfalls come faster and he was prepared to draw a weapon when the person came into view and introduced himself. Well, this was new. He shook his head and sighed, partly in relief and partly in embarrassment over his reaction. "Ian Parker, nice to meet you." He flashed a quick smile. "What brings you out here this time of night?"
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Post by Jesse Walker on Jun 23, 2013 10:14:54 GMT -8
Jesse was glad he had actually met someone in this place. The only other person he met was the girl he saw at the grill who talked to him about literature and time travel stuff. He probably sounded like a total nerd to her with the whole math equation thing, but he didn't care about that. Nerds owned big companies and ended up becoming extremely wealthy people so what was wrong with sounding like one? A kid in big glasses and pants up to his neck one day will have fifteen mansions, an island to himself, and be married to some hot model. Though the model would only want him for the money, but nerd boy won't be complaining. When it annoys him he can order around mr. big bad jock who could only get a job as his butler to support his steroid addiction. Yup life was quite ironic.
The guy in front of him seemed friendly enough for a random stranger in the woods. Normally it would be a creeper or some monster looking for his midnight snack. But who was he to judge? He was just wandering around here as well. Granted he was only half human so he couldn't go making assumptions based on stereotypes. Jesse had spent most of his life running because of a stereotype, it wouldn't be right for him to start using them on others. That would be like an emo boy calling a goth satanic or a Westboro baptist calling a catholic overly religious. Just made you look and feel like an idiot in the end.
Jesse resorted to leaning on a nearby tree after introductions were made trying to keep his composure. "Likewise!" He replied scratching his head lightly, "I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a midnight stroll to tire me out. What about you?" Small talk was something he was never good with. Most of the time he never knew what to say and he just came off as awkward unless someone brought up something he knew a lot about then he just sounded like a know it all. |
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