Your Pain.... I Like It. [Waffles&Damen]
Nov 30, 2010 22:52:58 GMT -5
Post by semper on Nov 30, 2010 22:52:58 GMT -5
bear Keeni
You know, I've never really cared that much for snow. It's certainly one way to get people off the streets, but the only downside is your footprints. No matter where your big hoof goes, someone can always track you down and pretty much figure out what you've been up to. What the hell is with that? It's like the snow wants you to get caught or proven wrong, or something. And not to mention, if you bleed on the snow, you can't remove it.
So as I stood in the deserted District square, I couldn't help but look at my footprints in the snow: every little step I took, every little slip I made from ice underneath; it was like putting a blinking sign over the trail that read "Heyyy, fallow this person, yeah?" Sheesh. I don't think I like the snow very much. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket, clenching then into fists in an attempt to keep my fingers warm. My face, though, was burning with this cold snowy weather, though I was glad that there was no wind. The snow was falling just vertically, so it wasn't always smacking me in the face when the wind would blow. I don't quite like winterthough it does help to preserve corpses just a tiny, tiny bit longer.
Lane Ralyks -- he was a coworker of mine in ST. I had only really just met him a few weeks ago, but hell, it was like I'd known him for a lot longer. We had so much in common, surprisingly: he was a cannibal, he was bisexual, I think, and.... well, that's all I can think of at the moment. But still -- other than Shiep and Ethan, the other cannibal, I felt that I could relate to him the easiest. He wouldn't smack me upside the head for being rude, or flogging me because I have a different taste in food that other people, or smite me just because. No, I felt I could tell Lane anything; and that's why I invited him to join me instalkingfallowing people -- whatever you want to call it -- and catch those unlucky people that decided to take a walk in the snow like I was doing. Only thing was, I bet they liked the snow. I did not.
As I waited for Lane, I tried to dig my hands deeper into my pockets to find any source of extra warmth. I really don't remember why I decided to wear fingerless gloves in the damn snow; probably a subconscious decision to get frostbite. Oh, yay. The cold was a bitch, but I would force myself to get over it if I wanted to spend time with Lane doing what we both enjoyed (at least, I think he enjoyed picking out our own victims as much as I did). And besides, who didn't like having a little fun every now and then? Even if it was in this blasted snow.
But for now, I had nothing to do. I was all alone, scraping my boot across the ground and creating ruts in it. My left hand, in an attempt to deepen my pockets in a search for warmth, had hit the hilt of the serrated knife wedged between my hip and my pants. I never carried it where it was visable because people are stupid and will steal it or pounce on me and then steal it. People these days, sheesh. You'd think they were as crazy as a bunch of cannibals in a feeding frenzy.
((I promise I'll have more once I have something to reply to. D: I'm just a terrible thread starter.))