08-05-2018, 04:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]♦ — marko had heard of a town inland from san creado but no less interesting, the rumor mill of his own town’s nightlife speaking of magic being absolutely everywhere, even being spearheaded by a figure similar to himself but much, much fancier and likely actually recognized as someone important who doesn't get kicked out of their town’s video store on a weekly basis. it was exciting, really, seeing as a high class town was something he wasn't really used to in his decade-and-a-half of living in the hell on earth that san creado had become after the tsunami. at least, he figured, it was party hell.
to go to such a nice place, of course, required a little more than his usual efforts in looking nice. he took a detour before the sun set, entering catheryn’s house to go into his own wardrobe and grab a fresh pair of clothes. and by that, he meant change from one white wifebeater cut into a croptop and jeans to a different white wifebeater cut into a croptop and jeans, not even bothering to switch into his spare boots. he had a small amount of other business there, too, since cat was asleep and that meant he got the chance to do things he usually wasn't allowed to do in the little amount of time he spent in the apartment at all. a quick trip into the bathroom landed him a minute of framing his eyes with sparkly black eyeshadow, then shoving the makeup container in his pocket just in case he had to redo things. he heard the guys in the town nearby were damn good looking, after all, and he couldn't just go there looking as he usually did.
the unfortunate thing about travel was his motorcycle being… out of operation. he'd spent too much time on the vehicle for it to just get destroyed like he'd caused mere weeks before, if that.
not that he couldn’t get along without it, though, the warm air not being too overbearing was he began the walk. not many roads were well kept around san creado, but the highway that seemed to connect the two towns was still alright looking. if only it was one that transported tourists.
some time after midnight, marko came across a tiny little gas station, servicing just one car. that was ideal, the growl in his stomach decided upon, and after a quick trip inside the station’s minimart (to buy a couple cheap snacks), he went in for his main course. it was a careful meal—rumor had it that the town he was to arrive at was rather militant in terms of wrongdoers, and keeping blood from spurting out of his prey’s neck and onto him was decidedly a good thing to try to do. luckily, what blood did get on him wiped off onto the corpse’s shirt rather easily, and his thirst was most definitely quenched.
morgan heights, population scratched out. that was how the sign read, at least. marko stared at it for a few seconds, then smiled and marched into town. the sun was less than an hour before appearing, but he was a young vamp, so there really wasn't much to worry about further than a particularly bad sunburn. marko never found himself worrying too badly unless his subordinates were in danger. or if he was talking to ezra, but that was beside the point.
a walk that took nearly all of the still short night took its toll on the vampire, and it wasn't long before he found a shady bench and sat down, ready to scope the place out.
the forest visible only on san creado’s horizon seemed to trap morgan heights, and if he knew his fairy tales, probably kept the magic trapped within the town as well. the fellas he scoped out looked nicer than those in san creado, but he hadn't found any specific dude to thirst after, their styles clashing entirely with the punky, biker look marko loved so much. he pulled his jacket closer around him as the sun began to rise, fearing he'd get burnt pretty badly without his helmet to protect him.
ah, there was what he really wanted to see as he looked about the place. their pigeons were marginally different than his town’s, as he expected. their tweeting of a slightly different tone, their hopping about for food not exactly the same. still the pretty birds he loved. he fetched through his pocket for a packet of sunflower seeds, and after a few minutes of feeding the birds, found the courage to slide off his bench and get a little more friendly. he managed to get one more initially suspicious of him to eat out of his hand (er, fingerless glove), and with some convincing, picked the pigeon up. "hey, birdie, don't worry," he cooed, petting the pigeon’s neck with a careful finger.
his next business: caffeine. he found a cafe quickly, noting the fact that it didn't seem like the building was damaged much if at all, and was kicked out before he could even get a word in.
he supposed that was to be expected, considering he was carrying a pigeon with him.
marko returned to his bench and laid down, speaking to the pigeon in an uncharacteristically soft voice. he only had one more thing to do in town, and that thing was… to try to remember what that last thing on his checklist exactly was. the birds may have side-tracked him ever so slightly, but he was sure he'd think of what important business was left. it just might take him longer than he was initially intending.
//mobile, it might take me a while to reply :0
to go to such a nice place, of course, required a little more than his usual efforts in looking nice. he took a detour before the sun set, entering catheryn’s house to go into his own wardrobe and grab a fresh pair of clothes. and by that, he meant change from one white wifebeater cut into a croptop and jeans to a different white wifebeater cut into a croptop and jeans, not even bothering to switch into his spare boots. he had a small amount of other business there, too, since cat was asleep and that meant he got the chance to do things he usually wasn't allowed to do in the little amount of time he spent in the apartment at all. a quick trip into the bathroom landed him a minute of framing his eyes with sparkly black eyeshadow, then shoving the makeup container in his pocket just in case he had to redo things. he heard the guys in the town nearby were damn good looking, after all, and he couldn't just go there looking as he usually did.
the unfortunate thing about travel was his motorcycle being… out of operation. he'd spent too much time on the vehicle for it to just get destroyed like he'd caused mere weeks before, if that.
not that he couldn’t get along without it, though, the warm air not being too overbearing was he began the walk. not many roads were well kept around san creado, but the highway that seemed to connect the two towns was still alright looking. if only it was one that transported tourists.
some time after midnight, marko came across a tiny little gas station, servicing just one car. that was ideal, the growl in his stomach decided upon, and after a quick trip inside the station’s minimart (to buy a couple cheap snacks), he went in for his main course. it was a careful meal—rumor had it that the town he was to arrive at was rather militant in terms of wrongdoers, and keeping blood from spurting out of his prey’s neck and onto him was decidedly a good thing to try to do. luckily, what blood did get on him wiped off onto the corpse’s shirt rather easily, and his thirst was most definitely quenched.
morgan heights, population scratched out. that was how the sign read, at least. marko stared at it for a few seconds, then smiled and marched into town. the sun was less than an hour before appearing, but he was a young vamp, so there really wasn't much to worry about further than a particularly bad sunburn. marko never found himself worrying too badly unless his subordinates were in danger. or if he was talking to ezra, but that was beside the point.
a walk that took nearly all of the still short night took its toll on the vampire, and it wasn't long before he found a shady bench and sat down, ready to scope the place out.
the forest visible only on san creado’s horizon seemed to trap morgan heights, and if he knew his fairy tales, probably kept the magic trapped within the town as well. the fellas he scoped out looked nicer than those in san creado, but he hadn't found any specific dude to thirst after, their styles clashing entirely with the punky, biker look marko loved so much. he pulled his jacket closer around him as the sun began to rise, fearing he'd get burnt pretty badly without his helmet to protect him.
ah, there was what he really wanted to see as he looked about the place. their pigeons were marginally different than his town’s, as he expected. their tweeting of a slightly different tone, their hopping about for food not exactly the same. still the pretty birds he loved. he fetched through his pocket for a packet of sunflower seeds, and after a few minutes of feeding the birds, found the courage to slide off his bench and get a little more friendly. he managed to get one more initially suspicious of him to eat out of his hand (er, fingerless glove), and with some convincing, picked the pigeon up. "hey, birdie, don't worry," he cooed, petting the pigeon’s neck with a careful finger.
his next business: caffeine. he found a cafe quickly, noting the fact that it didn't seem like the building was damaged much if at all, and was kicked out before he could even get a word in.
he supposed that was to be expected, considering he was carrying a pigeon with him.
marko returned to his bench and laid down, speaking to the pigeon in an uncharacteristically soft voice. he only had one more thing to do in town, and that thing was… to try to remember what that last thing on his checklist exactly was. the birds may have side-tracked him ever so slightly, but he was sure he'd think of what important business was left. it just might take him longer than he was initially intending.
//mobile, it might take me a while to reply :0
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