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Post by katya brooklyn deneires on Mar 11, 2013 19:34:04 GMT -5
 Katya stood in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the mundane mall. Silverthorn Crossing. It sounded like a place where all kinds of people just passed through, content with their lives. Katya took a sip of her vanilla milkshake, as she looked on with piercing eyes. She relished the life of the people around her. To still be living like that… but there was no going back. Adrian had taught her that much. The smell of fast food drifted on the air moved by many bodies passing by. There was, of course, the overpowering scent of blood. So many pulsing hearts. Katya flinched. That was not the way to think. She had fed just a week ago, human convenience food should be enough. The trouble was, nothing was ever enough.
She raked a cold hand through her dark hair and sighed. With effort, she pushed her dark thoughts into a box, and put it away to deal with later. A little girl tugged at her mom’s hand, pointing at a teddy bear in the window. A smile tugged at Katya’s lips at such an innocent, untainted sight.
Her stomach twisted, reminding her of a life she could’ve once had. She could have been a mother, but now it wasn’t an option. Katya wouldn’t bring a child, her own child, into the world with such a curse. It was cruel enough having lived eighteen years without it.
She leaned back against the cool wall behind her and tugged on the cuffs of her open leather jacket. Katya decided that she liked Silverthorn, and Adrian would never find her here.
People took double takes as they walked past her, in her shorts. For many it was still far too cold for this kind of outfit, but Katya didn’t mind the cold. Hungrily, she took in the humanity of the mall, taking in everything that she could, knowing she’d never really feel what they felt again.
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Post by beau lewis moore on Mar 12, 2013 13:36:24 GMT -5
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He was taking a break, but why now? The pub was lively tonight full of energy with the money flowing in from all the customers. So why had he decided to step out and away from his business? Truth was he was getting rather restless, like he always is in the evening. He never knew why exactly he got this way, but he knew he had to get up and move around, to escape the loud voices of the drunks who sat at the bar. His eyes were focused on his cell as he walked, texting his sister because she was asking him for some advice. Both his sisters were still in school and most of the time turned to him for help on problems in class and even times for boy issues. Tonight it was about math, one of the subjects he had hated the most in school, but his sisters always got his help because he had a soft spot for the both of them.
Shaking his head lightly he racked his brain for the answer to the problem, in honesty it took him a while to figure it out and when he did he texted her back the answer he came up with. Then he shoved the phone back into his pockets along with both of his hands. Lifting his gaze he watched the people around him as he walked, his enhanced senses taking everything in. His ears picked up several conversations at once while his brain tried to figure out the conversations he heard. Sometimes he hated having enhanced senses because he heard things he didn't want to hear. Lifting his gaze further he looked at the signs, looking for somewhere to go and relax for a bit. Before he could see the sign the sweet smell of hot brewed coffee reached his nose and a small smile spread across his lips. Most coffee shops around here also offered a few baked goods and even ice cream at times and he was looking forward to going there now. Shifting slightly he headed to the cafe walking through the open doors and pausing to take a brief sweep of the menu.
Then without hesitation he went up to the counter and ordered a vanilla bean frap. Paying before he waited for the man at the counter to make it.
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Post by katya brooklyn deneires on Mar 13, 2013 17:41:05 GMT -5
Katya’s cool, predatory eyes glanced over every face they could, taking in as much as they could with longing in their dark depths. Even after ninety-six years, she hadn’t managed to tame the feeling of injustice and want that accompanied watching humans live their lives. Milkshake forgotten, she leaned further back against the wall, concentrating on the scent of the coffee and baked goods that would have, a century ago, held most of her attention anyway. Anything to dismiss the salty, coppery tang of life on the air. For the most part, it worked.
The lingering taste of sugar on her tongue soured, and Katya resolved to just throw the remaining drink away. Pushing away from the wall, she headed toward the nearest trashcan. Apparently traveling across the movement of milling people wasn’t a good thing. Before Katya even made it to the bin, someone slammed into her, having not paid attention to the direction they were going.
The milkshake, despite Katya’s heightened reflexes, spilled right down her front, touching her skin with thick, icy liquid. A muttered apology later, Katya took a long suffering breath and threw the now-empty container into the trashcan. And dabbed at her shirt helplessly. She looked up to find a sign pointing her toward the nearest bathroom, to no avail.
There was an open coffee shop where she could snag a couple of napkins. The shirt was probably done for until the laundry was done now anyway.
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