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~ Asterisks (*) will appear before words that I'll explain at the end of the entry. If I fail to explain one, please tell me.
~ (') Are thoughts when used like quotation marks. Ex. 'Gotta get home soon.' No other character hears it.
~ (`) Will be used to denote whispers.
~ Double Asterisks (*.......*) Will occur around sentences that I feel need an explaination. again this will occur at the end.
Cain
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Pot roast, potatoes, carrots, rice, and a lot of gravy. Cain was sure this was some kind of messed up dream that would end the second the forked touched the stuff. 'Might as well try it. The least it could do is kill me.' He speared a piece of meat and placed it in his mouth. The sensation was unbelievable. The roast almost melted in his mouth, the juices alone nearly overwhelming his senses. The potatoes were just the same, as was the rice. All cooked to perfection and dripping with gravy. (The carrots had to be good. They were cooked with everything else, but he never could train his taste buds to like them.) Marie watched him intently. She expected a mess, but, to her surprise, he ate neatly. Not a drop of gravy on himor the table. This alone made her wonder how he ended up alone, with nowhere to go. Nowhere to call home.
Once he was done, Cain thanked her and left. Night was fast approaching and along with it, the *moon. 'I think I'll get in early tonight.' As he traveled the back alleys to his building, he could hear the soft steps of tenis shoes behind him. They stopped now and again to let more distance between fall them. A swoft glance behind him gave him the identity. 'That girl. Marie. Time to lose her.' Calling on all his speed, much more than neccessary really, he disappeared. Or at least...she thought he did.
He got to the building and was settleing in on the first floor to see if she was good enough to follow when he heard them. Those soft steps at the *door, trying to figure out how to operate the thing.* He could hear her breathing more heavily with the effort she was putting into opening this door. Finally, he heard her gasp, followed by the subtle sounds of footstep approaching.
He could hear them, ragged breathing and heavy steps, as they drew closer to the building. The things he heard from their minds was worse, so much worse. Two scents stood out above the individual scent of each person. Cain could smell her fear. The second scent was far more disturbing to him. Alcohol burned in his nose. A scent still beyond her sense range but well into his. *'Don't run.' He thought. 'They know I live here. They won't try anything if you stay here.'*
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Explainations:
*moon: In my story, the werewolves are a bit different. There are certain stages they go through---in detail later in the story--and Cain happens to be at a stage where he changes on the exact night before, of, and after the full moon, (In case you noticed only a day has passed since he was last in his room.)
*...door, trying to figure out how to operate the thing.*: This is refering to the fact that the building is abandoned and the doors are chained shut. The way he and the others get in is by removing the pins from the hinges, which are fairly old along with the rest of the building. (think the first Balto movie where he takes Jezza to show her his "keys to the city."
*'Don't run.' ....... 'They know I live here. They won't try anything if you stay here.'*: He's put the beatings on these guys before. They're a gang, not werewolves. A fairly large gang at that. He beat them single handed and they know not to mess around his building.
 Tsume Rokaro · Tue Jul 03, 2007 @ 06:10am · 0 Comments |
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