Post by Andrew Poleyn on Sept 9, 2009 21:29:34 GMT -5
Andrew Poleyn was walking the streets of Drakborough. He didn't quite fit in; the leather jacket probably didn't help, even if he wore a loose-fitting set of pants in house colors (usually a dull red or a somewhat yellowy khaki). He didn't particularly care; he wanted to have fun, and robes were (usually) not in the direction of fun. Does kinda make me stick out, though. May need to reconsider the whole robes thing if I ever want to blend in. He pulled from one of the jacket's pockets a bag of Every Flavor Beans, and ate one that was Lumber flavored. Great. Wonderful. If I was a termite. The taste invoked the smell, and that smell invoked...not quite memories, but thoughts about where he'd thought he'd be by now.
Stay in one home. Get to know the structure. Repair it from time to time. Patch up a wall. Live in it, take it from a house into a home. I've only ever lived in houses. Never a home. He looked at his hands. It's all an accident of birth. I was born into this. Never given a choice. A chance. Nothing. Just...well, it's what I make of it. Creature magnetism. Extra tasty to vampires, lycans, and the like...and also extra fun for them. I did get one benefit out of the whole thing, a little bit of that Veela charm; not enough to completely make someone go batty, but just enough...that says it pretty well: just enough. I get by...with a little help, from the people I meet and get along with. I don't ever get to stick around long enough to have friends. That thought rattled enough that it made its way out of the little basin of misery and up into rational thought. Doesn't mean I shouldn't try. Doesn't mean I shouldn't go meet people, share moments. I have the chance to share moments with so many different people.
So he decided to have another Every Flavor Bean. This one was Raspberry, a much more enjoyable flavor--it could be seen on his face, even. His eyes closed, his head led the rest of his body into a bit of leaning back and relaxing against the bench, a low mmmm coming from his throat. He got up, walked over to the next bench. On it was a girl. An average-height girl, brown hair, green eyes. Could be a friend, just waiting. He pulled out his bag of Beans. "Have an Every Flavor Bean?"
((First post is to Willow. After that...open.))
Stay in one home. Get to know the structure. Repair it from time to time. Patch up a wall. Live in it, take it from a house into a home. I've only ever lived in houses. Never a home. He looked at his hands. It's all an accident of birth. I was born into this. Never given a choice. A chance. Nothing. Just...well, it's what I make of it. Creature magnetism. Extra tasty to vampires, lycans, and the like...and also extra fun for them. I did get one benefit out of the whole thing, a little bit of that Veela charm; not enough to completely make someone go batty, but just enough...that says it pretty well: just enough. I get by...with a little help, from the people I meet and get along with. I don't ever get to stick around long enough to have friends. That thought rattled enough that it made its way out of the little basin of misery and up into rational thought. Doesn't mean I shouldn't try. Doesn't mean I shouldn't go meet people, share moments. I have the chance to share moments with so many different people.
So he decided to have another Every Flavor Bean. This one was Raspberry, a much more enjoyable flavor--it could be seen on his face, even. His eyes closed, his head led the rest of his body into a bit of leaning back and relaxing against the bench, a low mmmm coming from his throat. He got up, walked over to the next bench. On it was a girl. An average-height girl, brown hair, green eyes. Could be a friend, just waiting. He pulled out his bag of Beans. "Have an Every Flavor Bean?"
((First post is to Willow. After that...open.))