Post by Sirideán Weiß-Kappel on Feb 25, 2014 22:00:24 GMT
In this world that time forgot, I am lost again. I lie awake somewhere alone, forever in a dream...And the feeling in my blood, I can never let it out...And the danger in my blood -- Is this who I am? This heart of darkness, This night of pain; I can't make it go away...
From the tree line, a white mist seeped, hugging the ground and rolling along at a slow pace. It wisped through the foliage, ignoring the south-bound wind as if it had a mind of its own. Gradually as it roved it started to slant upwards, coalescing into a pillar of sorts that gave way to a shape that became clearer with each passing second. A soft click-clack of boot heels resounded as his shoes struck the pavement of one of the paths that cut through the park, the remnants of mist blown away from his lithe figure by the passing breeze. Arora Park had become a haven of sorts for the lone vampire during the last couple weeks as he had settled in to the city, and he found himself returning every evening to make sure his makeshift abode hadn't been compromised.
Truth be told, Sirideán wasn't exactly fond of Old Philadelphia. There was too much conflict here. Not that he couldn't defend himself if necessary -- he had, unfortunately, had to get his hands dirty in the past for just such a purpose -- but he preferred to avoid it. Unfortunately for him, the surrounding area held quite a few leads for his pursuit of knowledge, and so he was stuck dealing with the mess that came with the city.
Absently, his hands smoothed over his front, dusting off his waist coat and straightening his jacket as he approached the river. When he neared the water's edge, he paused, dipping his chin so his yellow gaze could peer over the rim of his sunglasses, scanning the surrounding area warily. Once he was fairly certain he was alone, he stepped over to a nearby tree trunk. The dead stump had been tipped over near the stream's shoreline, and served as a rather good dead-drop location once it had been cleaned out. Sirideán had been using it as a place to stash information since he had no stable place to stay at yet.
Crouching near the dead drop, he reached inside and shuffled around, pulling out an aged tome. Resting it atop the stump, he flipped it open and scanned the pages rapidly. Reaching into his overcoat, he withdrew a couple pieces of folded paper, and placed them neatly inside the book. These old research notes he had found would hopefully help corroborate certain information about his affliction and get him nearer to his goal--
His internal musing was derailed as a sharp pang nestled in his belly. Lips curling back, fangs bared, he let out an irritated sigh. He had to feed soon, what a bother. Not like he had work to do or anything...
Truth be told, Sirideán wasn't exactly fond of Old Philadelphia. There was too much conflict here. Not that he couldn't defend himself if necessary -- he had, unfortunately, had to get his hands dirty in the past for just such a purpose -- but he preferred to avoid it. Unfortunately for him, the surrounding area held quite a few leads for his pursuit of knowledge, and so he was stuck dealing with the mess that came with the city.
Absently, his hands smoothed over his front, dusting off his waist coat and straightening his jacket as he approached the river. When he neared the water's edge, he paused, dipping his chin so his yellow gaze could peer over the rim of his sunglasses, scanning the surrounding area warily. Once he was fairly certain he was alone, he stepped over to a nearby tree trunk. The dead stump had been tipped over near the stream's shoreline, and served as a rather good dead-drop location once it had been cleaned out. Sirideán had been using it as a place to stash information since he had no stable place to stay at yet.
Crouching near the dead drop, he reached inside and shuffled around, pulling out an aged tome. Resting it atop the stump, he flipped it open and scanned the pages rapidly. Reaching into his overcoat, he withdrew a couple pieces of folded paper, and placed them neatly inside the book. These old research notes he had found would hopefully help corroborate certain information about his affliction and get him nearer to his goal--
His internal musing was derailed as a sharp pang nestled in his belly. Lips curling back, fangs bared, he let out an irritated sigh. He had to feed soon, what a bother. Not like he had work to do or anything...
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