Shadowplay. [open for 2]

[letsplaysurgeryx]

To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you.

Jude waded in the water up to his knees. The water was freezing cold, as the moon reflected on the rapidly moving currents. But he had been standing there long enough so he just became numb through the skinny jeans he had soaked with the brackish water of the English Channel.

He felt bad, about leaving the apartment he shared with his father while his father slept. Leaving it and then taking the car. But his father wouldn't know, Jude hoped and wished he would never know. His father didn't need this on his shoulders also... He had enough when Jude's mother's symptoms started showing. Jude hoped and prayed to god that his own symptoms would soon mute or disappear. But alas, they began progressing.

Progressing to the point he would rarely sleep. Many people saw him walking the streets, afraid he was on drugs, because of the redness and discoloration of his eye area. But it was simply just because he was scarcely ever sleeping anymore. The voices attacked him in his dreams, and never let him wake up. He remembered the same happening to his mother, his father waking her in the night after she had clawed his chest in fright, forever lasting scars physically and emotionally for the poor man, to see his wife go through such torture.

Jude remembered those times clearly, and wished to never come to that, although, he was only human, and had no other choice but to sleep at times... But listening to music while slumbering helped keep the right side of his subconscious entertained, and when he was so sleep deprived and exhausted after so many sleepless hours, the loud earphones made no difference to his light snoring.

But still, sleeping wasn't his favorite past time. That's why he was practically freezing his legs off in the fast water. For he needed to get relatively away from the city noises and sounds, as they worsened his craniums act ups. The gentle lapping of the water acting as a good soothing rhythm for his ached brain. He closed his eyes, just relishing in the sound, and at the same time, trying not to hit the water face first in his exhaustion.

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.

[* Acid Varun]

The water called to him. He didn't know why, but Acid knew that something was there; waiting for him to grasp a hold of it and to claim it as his own. The evening beckoned him to leave his current hunt for vampiric flesh to tear in his claws and to just...traverse the lands from where he was now.

Had he known that there would be more...interesting pleasantries awaiting him, perhaps Acid would have taken this route a lot sooner in the evening than he was doing now.

Lowering his body and racing across the back roads, the speed of his movement was pushing him somewhere. Toward water...toward something he needed to see. But of what, he wasn't quite sure.

Leaping through brushes and lunging upwards to somersault onto his heels on abandoned pavements, Acid could smell something in the air. Water...vampires...werewolves...water...human...water.

The human scent was more recent and though Acid wasn't one to really mingle with their kind, he couldn't stop himself from heading in that direction. Perhaps this night would become more interesting indeed. It had been a while since he'd considered...turning a human.

Reaching the hillside, Acid paused in his steps and allowed the hem of his black trench coat to waft in the evening breeze. Inhaling deeply, the scent of the English Channel and human flesh reached his nares as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Pulling out his packet of cigarettes, he popped a cancer stick into his mouth and lit the end in quick movements; brown eye and crimson eye surveying the scene before him with a curious sort of inquiry.

The taste of the smoke and nicotine filled his mouth and lungs and he exhaled slowly, relishing the flavor of his cigarettes before allowing his eyes to gaze down and see a young creature wading around in the water. At a closer vantage point, he could have sworn the boy was trying to commit suicide. However, when he paused in his steps, Acid tilted his head to the side curiously.

The brute decided to take a closer look.

Sliding down the hill swiftly, Acid landed on the ground nearby; hands still inside his pockets. After a few more seconds of silence, the werewolf made his way over to the scene and paused for a moment, puffing out more smoke. "You know, it's really not any of my business or anything," came Acid's semi-baritone voice as the smoke billowed out from his mouth and nostrils. "But you aren't trying to kill yourself, are you? Or are you taking in the night air?"

His suggestion wasn't really mockery or condescending in anyway. The werewolf was genuinely curious about this human. Either way...it would make for an interesting meeting and determine if he really wanted this young male on the side of justice; to serve his cause against the filthy Kindred race.

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[pirullinen]

He bent down and put his hands in the water. She had made it hard for him, his hands were covered in blood. He hated it when they started screaming, it made feeding even more painful than it already was, but once he had started drinking there was no stopping, he had to finish it, it was inhumane to leave them to bleed to death on their own.

The clotted blood slowly came off in the water. He carefully untied the silk scarfs around his wrists, soaking them in the water trying to get them clean. He hated the sight of blood, but he could not live without it. He exmined the scars round the wrists. They were not as bad as they had been the last time he had looked at them. It was a strange how they never really healed, it had been more than 3 centuries.
He wrung out the water from the scarfs and put them in his pocket, leaving the scars uncovered for the first time in months.
It was dark, there were no one out here.

Well... there had been someone, but he thought it was quite fair to consider her gone. All that spilt blood...

He got up and started walking along the coast. Had he been alive he would have been freezing, he was only wearing black trousers and a ragged old light blue Rolling Stone t-shirt. With his long ginger hair he could easily be mistaken for a mortal teenager. He was no teenager though, not at all.
As he walked, he suddenly caught the scent of something familiar, mortal. He hesitated, but took a few more steps and then stopped. There was something here, something less than human, and it was not a vampire.

Villius looked around, he could not spot anyone, and he slowly started walking further down the coast.

[letsplaysurgeryx]

Jude turned around abruptly in the water, almost cascading down to the chilly fast moving tide when he felt, or rather did not feel, his numb legs beneath him prickle and spike from the sudden movement, trying painfully to get some warm circulation in the limbs. He rubbed his eyes that held small black spots from staring at the same moving water for a long period of time, typical human eye sight adjustment.

Most people, looking into his eyes, or around them more so, thought he was a teenager on drugs, considering the reddish circles underneath, almost bruise like. Not to say Jude hadn't ever tried his hands at drugs... he had, just not lately, and he never did frequently, only once in a blue moon would he ever. The blemishes came mostly from lack of sleep and fret, but very much a lack of sleep. It was hard to sleep when you couldn't relax your mind, he'd spend as long as humanly possible without sleeping, then blast his MP3 while he slept when he became to exhausted to even give notice to the sound.

Once sight was in virtue again Jude glanced up at the one who had asked him the question, which honestly speaking wasn't a very silly one, seeing the circumstances, with the freezing cold fast paced water.

"N-n-no," he shivered out, not noticing before then how violently his teeth were chattering. With the sudden awakening, he quickly wrapped his arms around himself for warmth and splashed himself clumsily out of the water.

"I.. was," he tried to get out once on dry land before taking a long sigh to ease his jaw, "I was just... trying to quit that thinking... which.. failed, hopelessly, to say the least," he smiled out shyly, not sure on what other answer he could possibly choose. He had been there to clear his mind, and it hadn't worked, of course it hadn't sent him into a schizophrenic state either, but he was still thinking about it, and that was the part that buggered him the most. How it fully consumed his mind, even when it wasn't in control.

[* Acid Varun]

The kid must have been crazy to be out here in the middle of the night with little to nothing along the lines of warm clothing and then traipsing around in the English Channel. Nevertheless, the boy looked chilled to the bone. Acid almost felt sorry for him.

Heh, almost.

The boy had deep red circles under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep if he came out in the wee hours of the night just to clear his head or something. After being reassured that he was only out to "quit the thinking" that was apparently plaguing him, Acid couldn't take the boy's shivering much more. Shrugging out of his black trench coat, he made his way to the boy and wrapped the garment about the boy's shoulders to that he could be greeted by the warmth from his own body.

Acid knew he wouldn't need it. After all, he was a werewolf and his body temperature was already far higher than normal humans could fathom. His current attire of a pale yellow button up shirt and black slacks was plenty enough for him, even on a chilly night as this.

The boy seemed a bit jittery, but Acid just assumed it had something to do with the cold. Suddenly, a gentle evening breeze brushed up against the both of them and Acid's nares picked up the scent of something he knew did not come from the boy. The boy smelled strongly of mortal; of human flesh. The smell that reached his senses now was a mixture of blood; fresh and free flowing as of recent and the pungent odor of the undead.

The werewolf's fangs elongated immediately as his eyes narrowed, taking on wolf-like characteristics as he snarled, gently pushing the boy to his side and then behind him. The creature was approaching closer, steadily closer. -Damned Night Walkers...the filthy vermin!- he snapped in his thoughts, his nails transforming slowly into deadly claws. "Stay behind me." he advised the boy.

He waited silently, eyes focused in the direction of where he smelled the approach of the blasted vampire. Acid would wait for him to come into full view...before he would launch an all out attack; a killing strike. There was no need to talk. This vampire had killed and the blood was fresh; the blood of a human.

Disgusting.

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[pirullinen]

He felt uneasy. He could hear voices, and then they stopped. The soft splashes of the water filled his head as he slowly walked on. He shrugged. This was too far from the city, he felt naked, anything could happen and he did not like it. He tied his long red hair back and stopped for a moment to tie the scarfs round his wrists again, not having them on made him feel even more uncomfortable. He walked on, the warm blood was rushing through him.

And then he saw them. There were two of them, a young mortal around the same age as he had been himself long ago, and then there was the other one. Villius could feel the hostility in the air and that made him stop once again. Werewolf? He thought to himself as he gazed at them. He had heard the stories, and yet, he had never crossed paths with one. What a young mortal was doing with a werewolf? He was not one to judge a book by it's cover, but that could not be coincidental.

He said nothing he just stood there watching them, not knowing what he was gonna do if the hostility he could sense was true.