Post by xxblitzxx on Jun 7, 2006 14:45:05 GMT -5
Eh, ya, I don't like this one much, but someone at least tell me if it's good. Please.
Beep. Beep! BEEP! Groaning, a rather tall man cordially ground his alarm clock deep into the oaken table next to his bed. “Seven-thirty. Finally is goes off at the right time…” He murmured glancing at the dark smog filled night sky. His dark jeans had been on since last night, seeing as he didn’t bother to do much more than peel off his shirt and flop down gracelessly on his bed. Choosing a semi-clean dark blue shirt from the selection on the rug-covered floor, he hurried into his cold, tiny living room.
Casting one glance at the news that stayed on day and night, he could see nothing interesting had happened. No bombings, no murders to report. “How dull…” He thought, heading for the front door. To the landlord, he was just a freak, sleeping most of the day, leaving at night. To his neighbors, he was a hassle, always stomping down the dingy hallway at odd hours.
Cameron was his name, yes, Cameron. He liked it about as much as he liked tanning in the sun at the beach. With his skin being near paper white, one could tell he had never tanned before. Nor had it crossed his mind that he was whiter than most ‘normal’ humans should be. He cared what people thought about him about the same as how his coffee had tasted.
Bloodlust had long since driven away his sense of taste, hell, he could be sipping at the worst drink on earth and not notice. Brushing his black hair out of a pair of mismatched eyes, he grabbed a simple brown jacket and stepped out in the dirty, about-to-collapse-at-any-time hallway and locked his door behind him. Blinking his one green, one brown eyes, he glanced left and right before heading for the elevator.
Ding! Cameron happily stepped out of the elevator and into the street. A cool breeze rushed past him, carrying every scent imaginable. “Ah, the beauty of living in New York. No one gives a damn if you look like a total idiot, or even a piece of paper…” He chuckled, thinking of the last mortal that had been his meal. Yes, that was a pain, too strong-willed for his taste.
Shaking his messy hair, Cameron took his first steps into the night air that night. Taking a rather long, wound-about way towards the park, he stopped and searched for someone to snack on. Though he wasn’t terribly hungry at the moment, he knew as the night wore on he would feel the bloodlust that brought him out there every night.
Beep. Beep! BEEP! Groaning, a rather tall man cordially ground his alarm clock deep into the oaken table next to his bed. “Seven-thirty. Finally is goes off at the right time…” He murmured glancing at the dark smog filled night sky. His dark jeans had been on since last night, seeing as he didn’t bother to do much more than peel off his shirt and flop down gracelessly on his bed. Choosing a semi-clean dark blue shirt from the selection on the rug-covered floor, he hurried into his cold, tiny living room.
Casting one glance at the news that stayed on day and night, he could see nothing interesting had happened. No bombings, no murders to report. “How dull…” He thought, heading for the front door. To the landlord, he was just a freak, sleeping most of the day, leaving at night. To his neighbors, he was a hassle, always stomping down the dingy hallway at odd hours.
Cameron was his name, yes, Cameron. He liked it about as much as he liked tanning in the sun at the beach. With his skin being near paper white, one could tell he had never tanned before. Nor had it crossed his mind that he was whiter than most ‘normal’ humans should be. He cared what people thought about him about the same as how his coffee had tasted.
Bloodlust had long since driven away his sense of taste, hell, he could be sipping at the worst drink on earth and not notice. Brushing his black hair out of a pair of mismatched eyes, he grabbed a simple brown jacket and stepped out in the dirty, about-to-collapse-at-any-time hallway and locked his door behind him. Blinking his one green, one brown eyes, he glanced left and right before heading for the elevator.
Ding! Cameron happily stepped out of the elevator and into the street. A cool breeze rushed past him, carrying every scent imaginable. “Ah, the beauty of living in New York. No one gives a damn if you look like a total idiot, or even a piece of paper…” He chuckled, thinking of the last mortal that had been his meal. Yes, that was a pain, too strong-willed for his taste.
Shaking his messy hair, Cameron took his first steps into the night air that night. Taking a rather long, wound-about way towards the park, he stopped and searched for someone to snack on. Though he wasn’t terribly hungry at the moment, he knew as the night wore on he would feel the bloodlust that brought him out there every night.
