Post by round on Jan 4, 2009 14:20:45 GMT -5
Tonight's Attire
The differences between New Orleans and London really weren't that vast, here atleast. In the newer part of the city the differences would probably be immense, especially since Lukas had lived in the run down parts of London.
Dark, rain laden clouds rolled omniously over the moon, concealing it from view. It wasn't full, looking more like a cresent now, so it it didn't give off much light, meaning not many people would be out and about. Back in London during the full moons newborn mutts prowled the city streets causing mass choas, and creating more mutts. It was a never ending cycle.
Black converse thudded lightly on the wet concrete as Lukas walked down the quite steeets. Humidity had wet everything down, along with the daily showers. Living here would be a chore, especially sloshing through the wet foliage to find a decent meal, though Lukas had never tried alligator. A chuckle rose from his throat at the thought of wrestling with the massive animal, then making him into a pair of boots.
He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket and kept walking slowly on. The rank scent of rottedcorpses and stagnant water caught his interest. Obviously a graveyard. He stepped up to the wrought iron gate that closed off the old graveyard, but that wouldn't keep Lukas out. He quickly looked around for peering eyes before jumping the gate with ease. He landed silently on the other side and lookjed around the old cemetery. Crumbling headstones and large elaborate tombs littered the area. The ground underfoot spongy and muddy, but that was to be expected here. He had read about old cemeteries in New Orleans and how when the Mississippi river flooded bodies would rise from their graves and float down the streets of the town. To him it would be quite comical, but for humans it would be an omen of bad health. Stupid humans and their superstitions.
He placed a cold hand on one of the older tombs and traced the inticate swirls and loops it had etched into it. It looked like a very expensive tomb, one of the more elaborate in the rows. He leaned against tomb and closed his eyes. Thoughts began to drift back to Elio and her new job. Usually Lukas wasn't one to get jealous. Actually, he never got jealous. He was always laid back and cool, but now.
He shook his head slowly back and forth as if he was trying to shake the thoughts away. But they refused to be shaken. Thoughts of other men touching her perfect body with grubby hands danced behind his eyes. He clenched his teeth and his jaw went stiff. A growl rumbled deep and low in his chest. Anger, a side affect of jealousy. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and without thinking he turned around and banged a fist on the tomb infront of him. A crack was heard and a sharp mettalic sound. He opened his eyes to see the large imprint he had left in the rock and the long crack that traveled up to the roof of the small building. Backing away slowly he returned to the headstones at the front of the graveyard, hoping his thought would change and he could get himself back on track.
Ofcourse he would never tell Elio that he hated her new job. That he hated the simple fact of what she did. He wouldn't admit that he was being possesive. Maybe he wanted her all for himself. But she would never know that. Not if he could keep it away from her.
The differences between New Orleans and London really weren't that vast, here atleast. In the newer part of the city the differences would probably be immense, especially since Lukas had lived in the run down parts of London.
Dark, rain laden clouds rolled omniously over the moon, concealing it from view. It wasn't full, looking more like a cresent now, so it it didn't give off much light, meaning not many people would be out and about. Back in London during the full moons newborn mutts prowled the city streets causing mass choas, and creating more mutts. It was a never ending cycle.
Black converse thudded lightly on the wet concrete as Lukas walked down the quite steeets. Humidity had wet everything down, along with the daily showers. Living here would be a chore, especially sloshing through the wet foliage to find a decent meal, though Lukas had never tried alligator. A chuckle rose from his throat at the thought of wrestling with the massive animal, then making him into a pair of boots.
He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket and kept walking slowly on. The rank scent of rottedcorpses and stagnant water caught his interest. Obviously a graveyard. He stepped up to the wrought iron gate that closed off the old graveyard, but that wouldn't keep Lukas out. He quickly looked around for peering eyes before jumping the gate with ease. He landed silently on the other side and lookjed around the old cemetery. Crumbling headstones and large elaborate tombs littered the area. The ground underfoot spongy and muddy, but that was to be expected here. He had read about old cemeteries in New Orleans and how when the Mississippi river flooded bodies would rise from their graves and float down the streets of the town. To him it would be quite comical, but for humans it would be an omen of bad health. Stupid humans and their superstitions.
He placed a cold hand on one of the older tombs and traced the inticate swirls and loops it had etched into it. It looked like a very expensive tomb, one of the more elaborate in the rows. He leaned against tomb and closed his eyes. Thoughts began to drift back to Elio and her new job. Usually Lukas wasn't one to get jealous. Actually, he never got jealous. He was always laid back and cool, but now.
He shook his head slowly back and forth as if he was trying to shake the thoughts away. But they refused to be shaken. Thoughts of other men touching her perfect body with grubby hands danced behind his eyes. He clenched his teeth and his jaw went stiff. A growl rumbled deep and low in his chest. Anger, a side affect of jealousy. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and without thinking he turned around and banged a fist on the tomb infront of him. A crack was heard and a sharp mettalic sound. He opened his eyes to see the large imprint he had left in the rock and the long crack that traveled up to the roof of the small building. Backing away slowly he returned to the headstones at the front of the graveyard, hoping his thought would change and he could get himself back on track.
Ofcourse he would never tell Elio that he hated her new job. That he hated the simple fact of what she did. He wouldn't admit that he was being possesive. Maybe he wanted her all for himself. But she would never know that. Not if he could keep it away from her.