08-08-2018, 12:44 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]♦ — marko enjoyed watching people. he felt better at it than talking sometimes, and on nights where san creado's boardwalk found itself with enough people on it to be considered half-full in certain chokeholds, it was an excellent activity to partake in. besides, the people scared off his pigeons, so he decided that maybe picking someone out and following them around would be pretty fun. rooftops were his go-to, leaving him nearly invisible if he kept himself a certain distance from the walkways themselves, and after a short amount of time he found himself a keeper, a kid probably around marko's physical age with some younger kid, the two of them talking. tourists, probably. readying a hunt for ghosts or ghouls or something else that was stupid and made-up.
those two found themselves in the thickest area of the crowd, nearby the old concert space (that seemed about as full as things ever really got around town, maybe some band thought it'd be fun to tour there?), and marko was following along from the rooftops. then the kid ran off, towards what he was pretty sure was a comic store that marko’d heard was around for longer than the town's vampire issue, and the older of the two ran after him and, oh, straight into someone. and, oh no, he fell down, too!
marko couldn't help himself, practically crying with laughter. it was a good call on his part to watch those two, and the dazed look on the dude’s face made it all the more worth it.
of course, he settled down quickly. this was a special case, one where the boardwalk was moving at more than a slug’s pace, and he had to act on his instincts as soon as he got them. it wasn't all that often where he decided to eat out in the open, after all. he checked a pocket for his knife, straightened his posture, and jumped off the roof, making a beeline for the kid.
oh, there was one problem with his plan, one that marko didn't think about until he was up close and personal with him. the kid was rather attractive looking, hair puffy and nice, physique… a bit more chiselled than the other guys out there. marko decided upon a plan to decide what his plan would be later, and to just get himself alone with the kid first.
still holding back a snicker, marko reached out a hand to the kid, finding no reason not to hide his fangs. "you new 'round town?" he asked, making a few decisions right then and there. he definitely was new, his leather jacket clear of any scuffs or patches or spikes or, like, anything. much different than marko’s, just about every inch covered in a different piece of fabric. maybe using himself as a benchmark would be a poor idea, considering the years he'd spent on his jacket, but marko figured that his favored subculture of the tiny town would work well enough. "or are you just out here for the concert?"
he'd need to make sure it actually was a concert that was going to happen, but having his meal just be there to sightsee would be an easier excuse for him to chow down than if he was actually a resident. or maybe marko should just get going and kill him before he got an answer, put the poor guy out of his misery from such a “bad” fall.
whatever. marko would just let his own charm take him through to whatever logical conclusion the situation would end up at, even if that just meant helping the guy up.
//mobile, hopefully this doesnt look/read horribly omg
those two found themselves in the thickest area of the crowd, nearby the old concert space (that seemed about as full as things ever really got around town, maybe some band thought it'd be fun to tour there?), and marko was following along from the rooftops. then the kid ran off, towards what he was pretty sure was a comic store that marko’d heard was around for longer than the town's vampire issue, and the older of the two ran after him and, oh, straight into someone. and, oh no, he fell down, too!
marko couldn't help himself, practically crying with laughter. it was a good call on his part to watch those two, and the dazed look on the dude’s face made it all the more worth it.
of course, he settled down quickly. this was a special case, one where the boardwalk was moving at more than a slug’s pace, and he had to act on his instincts as soon as he got them. it wasn't all that often where he decided to eat out in the open, after all. he checked a pocket for his knife, straightened his posture, and jumped off the roof, making a beeline for the kid.
oh, there was one problem with his plan, one that marko didn't think about until he was up close and personal with him. the kid was rather attractive looking, hair puffy and nice, physique… a bit more chiselled than the other guys out there. marko decided upon a plan to decide what his plan would be later, and to just get himself alone with the kid first.
still holding back a snicker, marko reached out a hand to the kid, finding no reason not to hide his fangs. "you new 'round town?" he asked, making a few decisions right then and there. he definitely was new, his leather jacket clear of any scuffs or patches or spikes or, like, anything. much different than marko’s, just about every inch covered in a different piece of fabric. maybe using himself as a benchmark would be a poor idea, considering the years he'd spent on his jacket, but marko figured that his favored subculture of the tiny town would work well enough. "or are you just out here for the concert?"
he'd need to make sure it actually was a concert that was going to happen, but having his meal just be there to sightsee would be an easier excuse for him to chow down than if he was actually a resident. or maybe marko should just get going and kill him before he got an answer, put the poor guy out of his misery from such a “bad” fall.
whatever. marko would just let his own charm take him through to whatever logical conclusion the situation would end up at, even if that just meant helping the guy up.
//mobile, hopefully this doesnt look/read horribly omg
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