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Post by Ishy on Jul 9, 2014 20:42:58 GMT -4
| It was the perfect day for a picnic. The sun shone brightly down upon New York City with only white, fluffy clouds surrounding it, giving the perfect balance of shade and sun. The smell of freshly cut grass hung in the air reminding people that summer was here. It wasn't exceptionally hot despite it already being the middle of July and the wind carried a cool breeze along its airy grip. This was a vampires worst enemy yet the 5'7", blue eyed brunette vampire enjoyed it all as any human would.
Today wasn't a busy day in Central Park, giving Katherine the opportunity to spend it outside and for once in months, alone. Well, not completely alone as she was still in the company of the humans also enjoying the park as well as a few guards in the surrounding area keeping an eye on her from a distance. She sat perfectly still on a baby blue satin blanket with her legs molded together and tucked to the side of her with her bare feet just under her butt cheek. Her mind and eyes were concentrated on the book settled in the palm of her left hand while her right hand kept her upright in a sitting position. |
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Post by Ishy on Jul 12, 2014 13:06:12 GMT -4
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Post by Ishy on Jul 14, 2014 13:30:30 GMT -4
| Luther casually walked down on of the many congested streets in Manhattan with his hands tucked into his pants pockets and his head held high but relaxed. He had no specific destination in mind but he found his feet were leading him towards Times Square, and for no particular reason. The continuous cycle of crowds taking up residence on the streets day and night usually didn't bother him but tonight he felt particularly on edge. Every little thing set him off and his feeding habits have suffered because of it. He had no idea where these sudden mood swings were coming from but they were what brought Luther out of his hotel room and was set in to motion with the idea some "fresh air" would help.
When he reached the end of the street he looked around to get a sense of where he was and where he wanted to go. To his right he saw the same thing that was everywhere else-cars, people, bright signs- but also the sight of a statue with a set of bright red stairs behind it caught his eye. He didn't venture into Times Square very often so he wasn't already familiar with the area. Despite it's apparent lack of souls on its red steps he didn't really seem all that interested, but decided to head towards that direction anyways.
As he passed by the steps with his hands still tucked into his pants pockets he could see there were a few people sitting on the red steps but his mind was too distracted to really look at the faces and as quickly as he looked up his head shot down to look at the ground in front of him instead. An uneasy feeling swept over him, making him shiver slightly. He figured it to be a chill that brushed passed him and left it at that, not even bothering to look to see where it had come from or even bothered to figure out what exactly it was that was bothering him so much tonight of all nights. |
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