Post by Concieved D'maggio on Jan 7, 2011 4:14:28 GMT -5
Another glorious, smoggy, and grim night in New York. Fliers for the New Years festivities were still hung up by lazy coffee shop workers and other establishment's to lazy to get up and remove them. Hell, even Christmas stuff still adorned Concieved's apartment. Not that he could say much as he too left a reef still stuck to his apartment door.
Concieved sat on the roof, his stomach full of blood from some prostitute to stupid and cracked out to realize that this man was about to kill her. He stared over his legs that dangled over the rooftop and watched as the busy nightlife walked back and forth below him. He had wondered time to time what would happen if he were to just drop down in to them all, wearing the classic Dracula get up screaming "I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!"
A small chuckle escaped his lips as he stood up silently. The blood in his system wasn't going to last forever and the night was free for him to do whatever he wanted.
Go back to the apartments and just chill until the sun comes up, or do something interesting for a change instead of playing your bass like a mindless zombie. He thought to himself.
As much as he wanted to go back he had the strangest urge to just run around town for night. Other vampires or (god forbid) Werewolves be damned. He brushed himself off and took into a full sprint across the rooftops to god knows where.
After about thirty minutes he arrived to his makeshift destination. A cheesy little get up by the name of "The Den" was becoming packed with goth kids and the sort.
Might as well make some lucky Goths night one they wont forget.
Con hopped down into an alleyway and made his way into the club.
It was just as he expected it to be. One of those places where tech-no goth blasted out of the radio and the people just sat at the tables and booths with they're head down and speaking softly among each other.
He noticed the stares of many as he wasn't so dressed for the occasion.
Upon examination of himself he found himself quite under dressed. Just a Lamb of God shirt and some blue jeans that clearly have been worn way to long. He took an empty seat in the back and relaxed as he people watched.
I just hope for they're sake that they serve some type of liquor around here. He thought to himself with an evil grin.
Concieved sat on the roof, his stomach full of blood from some prostitute to stupid and cracked out to realize that this man was about to kill her. He stared over his legs that dangled over the rooftop and watched as the busy nightlife walked back and forth below him. He had wondered time to time what would happen if he were to just drop down in to them all, wearing the classic Dracula get up screaming "I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!"
A small chuckle escaped his lips as he stood up silently. The blood in his system wasn't going to last forever and the night was free for him to do whatever he wanted.
Go back to the apartments and just chill until the sun comes up, or do something interesting for a change instead of playing your bass like a mindless zombie. He thought to himself.
As much as he wanted to go back he had the strangest urge to just run around town for night. Other vampires or (god forbid) Werewolves be damned. He brushed himself off and took into a full sprint across the rooftops to god knows where.
After about thirty minutes he arrived to his makeshift destination. A cheesy little get up by the name of "The Den" was becoming packed with goth kids and the sort.
Might as well make some lucky Goths night one they wont forget.
Con hopped down into an alleyway and made his way into the club.
It was just as he expected it to be. One of those places where tech-no goth blasted out of the radio and the people just sat at the tables and booths with they're head down and speaking softly among each other.
He noticed the stares of many as he wasn't so dressed for the occasion.
Upon examination of himself he found himself quite under dressed. Just a Lamb of God shirt and some blue jeans that clearly have been worn way to long. He took an empty seat in the back and relaxed as he people watched.
I just hope for they're sake that they serve some type of liquor around here. He thought to himself with an evil grin.
