came into vision [thomas]

[drew]

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[lawl]

Ah, the young night. This was just the time- the sun just slipped under the horizon and everyone was coming from, from their tiring jobs, long parties and some were just leaving through the door, also to either start their tiring jobs or long parties. This was the end of the day for most, but not for Tom. Around this time was the time that Thomas could actually freely walk around town, without exploding into flames. He was a vampire and as such, like all vampires he could only walk around during the night-time. Did he miss the sun? No. Where he was from sun was an all year old occurrence and it often annoyed him, since back in his youthful years as a warrior, he usually wore leather, and trust him when he tells you that wearing leather on a hot day in the middle of nowhere annoys a person to no end. Yeah, he missed the blue sky, white clouds, but all of that were just sentimental things, that he knew he could do without.

So, without any real care in the world, Thomas woke up in his hotel room. The shades and curtains closed on the windows. The dark, long and thick curtains made sure not even a single ray of sunshine pierced his window. His doors were locked- the staff understood him completely on all his requests, and with the amount he was paying them- they better. Waking up was a quick process for Tom. Just open your eyes, put on some clothes, sprinkle a little deodorant if you feel fancy and walk out the door. And honestly, what was he supposed to do? He asked himself that question as he zipped up his dark blue hoodie and stared at his hotel room. One room, one bed and a TV in front of it, the room was dark, from both the dark thick curtains and the fact that Tom didn’t turn on the light. And as he questioned his next action, he found himself wanting a little snack. Well, Thomas was a mainstream kind of guy, not wanting to hurt anyone, so he went to the mini fridge to pull out a true blood.

He squatted and opened the door, casually searching thro- there’s no true blood. He released a heavy sigh and shut the door. His next step was obvious, go buy something to eat. Oh wow, it’s honestly been over a thousand years since he’s thought that to himself, it didn’t feel right. Well, regardless he left his hotel room, locked the door as to make sure no insane fanatic runs into his room and tries to stake him while he sleeps. In a rather slow pace he made his way out of the hotel and into the dark streets of the town. As soon as he stepped out into the darkness of the night he took a deep breath of the cold night air. It felt great. He made his way through the town, but as soon as he started walking, he realized that he wasn’t really that hungry anymore, but still needed to do something, since he got up already. He walked around a bit, until he found himself in the park, he returned to his slow pace, watching his surroundings. The beautiful nature, the playing children, couples on dates… that walking sack of blood that he was going to- I mean, that beautiful girl texting on her phone.

And then, there was this guy sitting next to a fountain. He eyed everyone like a hawk, Tom sniffed the air a little, he wasn’t a werewolf, but this guys blood smelled weird, he had smelled that sort of thing before, but that was such a long time ago he didn’t really remember what the scent meant. Regardless, Thomas had to investigate, it might turn out that this guy was something special and if that was the case, Tom wanted to be the first one to rub it into his face. He made his way over the sitting guy and in a casual, yet friendly tone spoke to him

”Someone might get offended if you stare like that.”

[/color] and Americans weren’t known for their good temper. Especially women, if this was the guys technique for picking up a girl-staring at her, than he was sadly unskilled at the craft of controlling women. You had to look them in the eye and glamour them with your- oh, yeah, he wasn’t a vampire.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[drew]

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He got up when he had to work at 7-- in the freaking morning-- and for the most part he went to bed at a reasonable hour. To be quite honest, he never really was THAT much of a partier back in New York, but he did miss the nightlife that he occasional took part in. Here the nightlife seemed to mean sleep, unless it was a Friday or a Saturday. Their parties had a stop time, meanwhile back home parties never seemed to stop. The one thing he did admit to liking was the fact that you could cross a street without worrying about getting hit. It was much harder to find taxicabs, however. Drew paid particular attention to a couple quite a bit away from him. They seemed to be walking together, yet they didn’t seem to be involved romantically. In fact, they didn’t even seem to be all that friendly towards each other. The man didn’t impose himself on the woman; it was clear that they knew each other to begin with, but something wasn’t right. The woman-- a tall woman with raven hair-- walked with her chin up, her back straight, and her shoulders back. She practically oozed out confidence, while the man appeared somewhat meek next to her. His movements were not graceful like the woman’s. Her pale skin almost seemed to be paper white against the gleam of the moonlight, but in a delicate, attractive manner. The man, on the other hand, looked sick in the darkness of night. Sometimes Drew thought that his psychic ability was useless. Yes, he could move things with his mind and that was highly beneficial at times, but not at times like these. He wished he could read their minds, or at least have advanced hearing so he knew what they were talking about. He debated getting up and walking over to the couple, trailing behind them a little bit, but he thought better of it. He didn’t know the general temperament of people in this town yet, and while he was stealthy, there weren’t enough things that he could conceal himself behind in the park. This would work better in the downtown setting or even the forest. This was most displeasing. Sighing, he looked away from the couple and pulled out a small notepad. He jotted down a few details about the couple before tucking it back in his jacket pocket. It was always good to take notice of the little things. His attention shifted to a shorter redhead who was highly preoccupied by her cell phone. She didn’t seem to be giving a single drop of notice to anything that was going on around her. Frowning, Drew wanted to shout at her to take care of herself; obviously she wasn’t the most brightest when it came to walking around at night alone. Or maybe this was just one of those towns where you didn’t have to worry about things like that, small town love or whatnot. Although if any of the whispers he heard were true about the paranormal activity floating about, then he didn’t think it was the most safe thing in the world. He stopped staring at the woman when someone had approached him. Damn, he didn’t even realise this man was coming near him; he was getting rusty. ”Then they can remove themselves from my line of vision,” he said, mildly amused by the man’s observation. For a moment, Drew returned to looking at the small redhead, but she was soon joined by two other women. She’d be fine. Most likely; you never know what lengths people would go to to hurt someone. But Drew didn’t see himself as ‘town protector’ or anything ridiculous like that. He just wanted answers. ”Besides, that’s the benefit of our generation; most of the time people are too glued to their technological devices to even realise they’re being stared at,” he said, ”or they’re too involved in themselves to care about anything that’s going on around them. There are some benefits to living in a narcissistic, materialistic generation.” And so he rambled on, bluntly stating things. He looked away from the group of girls and back to the man. ”Has someone caught you staring for a minute too long before?” he asked, curious about his past experiences. Drew was a bit too curious when it came to just about everything. WORDS: 867 - TAGGED: THOMAS - NOTES: n/a - there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[lawl]

A grin played over Tom’s lips hearing the mans rather simple, yet edgy reply to the vampires statement. It seemed like he broke the mans concentration, yet at the same time he managed to whip a line quickly enough, this was the type of person you’d have a banter with when you’re bored. ”Well said.”

[/color] Thomas admitted, it even made him smile. That line reminded him of a few kings back in the day, they loved to tell people to remove themselves from their sight, of course, who were the mere peasant to argue, but this situation quite reminded the vampire about that. Tom’s hands slid into his pockets as the guy continued to talk. All the while, Tom maintained a calm and laidback expression, something common for him, but it was slightly harder because this guys smell seemed so strange and yet, he was certain he had smelled something like him before. Not a witch, witches are impossible to spot most of the time, not a werewolf, those guys are just assholes and definitely not a shifter, because you can practically see when you’re dealing with a shifter. Usually, they scratch a lot and stink like shit.

The benefit of their generation, also well put, but Tom wasn’t going to repeat himself ”Got a thing against technology?”[/color] Thomas asked curiously, lifting an eyebrow and then adding ”You’re not one of those weird hippies that protest technology, are you?”[/color] because that would explain the smell, but Tom wasn’t going to say it like that. He chuckled, materialistic and narcissistic, indeed, in the past generations only kings and nobles allowed themselves to act like that, but than again, everyone was rather stupid and rude back then… nothings changed. ”It’s not that bad, once you get past all the materialistic and narcissistic bits, it gets interesting.”[/color] he looked up to the group of girls that the guy looked at, yep, narcissistic and materialistic, could be worse, they could have the pox, this was a rather good time to live in, of course, a lot of people have grown too shallow.

Back in Tom’s hay day, a woman was a woman and a man was a man, you didn’t have to make a clown out of yourself, buy a car or be rich to impress women, emotions were better expressed in those days, than again, marriages were usually arranged when Tom was a kid. Thomas gave a quick look around, most of the people there were shallow teenagers, it would probably be years until they would grow to like a person for who he is and not for his social status or appearance. Than again, not everyone grew out of it- if the human future was simply materialistic and narcissistic, Tom did in fact feel a bit sorry for them. But, they didn’t need to worry; they’ll be all slaughtered at some point anyways. Life was too short, especially for humans. And even with all the modern medicine and long life expectancies, life was too short to be picky. Tom was quickly pulled back to reality with a question from the man in front of him.

”I’m legally not allowed to say.”[/color] Thomas answered with a devilish smirk.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/3249/kinopoiskrujensenacklesg.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] have your senses taken leave Drew honestly had to wonder what made people interact with other people but not with others. Why were they stopped from saying hello to a person, but felt it was perfectly alright to introduce themselves to another? Drew knew that a lot of it had to do with the physical aspect of it all, which is why he seemed to get a lot of introductions from ladies and less from men, but there had to be something more to it. He was a firm believer that people had another sense, beyond the basics. Sometimes you had even another one, as it was obvious by his psychic abilities. Or maybe he was just sensing more about people because it was an addition to his abilities. Unless he outright asked someone and risked looking like a lunatic, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever find out the answer or not. ”Most of the things I say are well said. Most of the time,” he said with a lazy half grin. Did he mention he had a bit of an ego to him? He was confident; didn’t see that as a crime. Drew laughed a bit and shook his head. ”Nope, not in the slightest. I think it’s extremely beneficial unless it becomes an obsession,” he said. Hell, he loved technology. He couldn’t wake up in the morning if the alarm on his cellphone didn’t go off. He wouldn’t know about his powers-- well, obviously he was aware of them, but wouldn’t UNDERSTAND them-- if it wasn’t for the internet. ”I could never pull off the bell bottoms and I eat way too much meat to be a hippy,” he said. Speaking of which, he could go for a nice, juicy burger right now. He could always go for one though-- he was constantly hungry; he was a dude-- and pushed that thought outside of his mind for the time being. ”Unfortunately only a few things manage to hold my attention for long enough for them to even be considered interesting,” he said. He liked to talk about himself, if that wasn’t the most apparent thing by now. But he was alright with that; whether the other person was okay with that, he didn’t particularly care. He tended to categorize himself with the narcissistic portion of their generation and was perfectly fine with it. Drew shifted his attention to the dude and tried to figure him out. There was something a little different about him, but he couldn’t place it. Whatever it was, he seemed perfectly comfortable in the night time glow and had no problem with randomly being out. Well, Drew assumed he was randomly wandering about, just like he was. Drew had a purpose and he knew his own purpose, but sometimes he did just wander about aimlessly when he was bored. Sometimes the most interesting things happen honestly when you least expected it. Drew paused for a minute and smirked slightly. ”What if you just admitted to participating in illicit situations to a cop?” he asked. ”Or at least suspicious happenings.” Drew was the farthest thing from a cop, but you never knew who was undercover. ”I’m Drew,” he said and held a hand out for the man to shake. WORDS: 553 - TAGGED: THOMAS - NOTES: n/a - there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[lawl]

Aside from finding an interesting person in this otherwise oh so glorious town, it seemed like a rather pleasant evening tonight, maybe Thomas will start meeting normal people and stop interacting with whack jobs and insane witches, werewolves, shifters and millennium upon millennium old vampire, they can get rather annoying, he should know, he was one of them. That was the thought that brought it to Tom’s head; did this guy realize that Thomas was a vampire yet? He wondered, his attitude, tone and overall style didn’t change during the entire short conversation, so either he was one of those new age “hell yeah to everything right” type of people, or he didn’t realize it yet. Should he say something? Nope, he’ll figure it out eventually, even if not today, many years later he might at home and realize “oi, that guy was a vampire” and laugh about it afterwards, it would be even funnier if they were acquainted that entire time.

”Well, that’s obviously not narcissistic.”

[/color] saying every line you make is well said and nicely spoken, while maybe true, was usually a sign that you had a little narcissist inside of you, even if just a bit. But, there was a fine line between confidence and narcissism and the tone of Tom’s voice obviously implied that his new friend obviously has yet to cross that line. But, no matter how much of a confident and narcissistic person Tom might meet, he’ll never top some of the guys he’s met in his lifetime, some of them insane, literally, thought themselves to be gods and sons of gods and some of them were so crazy, they probably honestly believed those lies they told themselves in their head. So again, a very thin line between narcissistic and mentally insane and you’d be surprised how many people have both.

”Well, don’t despair, you could still be a hippie…”[/color] Tom shrugged before adding ”… if you could smoke enough weed”[/color] that last line made it sound a little bit like Thomas was trying to sell him some, so immediately Tom shaped his expression in such a way that it made it clear that he was joking and not trying to push drugs in the park. But, if they guy really wanted, Thomas could sell him some thousand year old vampire blood, he hears it does insane stuff to your body. Then again, how much does it cost? Thomas could be making a fortune on selling his own blood and honestly, how much blood did he really need? Not that much, not that much at all. ”Good, when nothing holds your interest for long you’re never too concentrated or too out of focus”[/color] that was something Tom had experienced himself, many times, in his life.

Thomas could only smirk when the guy mentioned police officers. Honestly? Tom wasn’t scared of the police, what could they do to him? Shoot him with a wooden stake? Please, none of them carried that around and even if they did…. Well if they did he’d be fucked, but that’s not the point. ”Well, if that’s the case I’ll be having this same conversation with my cellmate”[/color] he smiled, letting him know he was completely joking ”Thomas.”[/color] he shook the mans hand tightly, but not too tightly, getting that right balance in humans, if he wanted to, he could crush this guys hand to dust… most likely, he never tried actually maybe he should- no, later… and then, Tom simply could not, NOT ask. He smirked and in a friendly tone asked.

”So tell me, Drew, how often do you sit around in parks randomly staring at people?”[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/3249/kinopoiskrujensenacklesg.jpg);  -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] have your senses taken leave Yup, Drew definitely did wonder what people did in their spare time. He stopped staring at other people and instead stared at Thomas. It wasn’t like the man could be entirely surprised by what Drew was doing; after all, had he not caught him gazing at other people? He could only assume that the other man would realise that he might just be a victim of Drew’s eyeballs. If he wasn’t cool with that, well, he shouldn’t have purposely put himself in his line of vision. It was when life made sense like that that Drew didn’t understand why people got so damn upset and uptight about things. Then again, he tended to get rather annoyed at the strangest of things that wouldn’t even phase most people. He never could do anything normal, could he? Oh well, he had gotten used to that a long time ago. Drew chuckled and shook his head. ”Not at all, dude, it’s just looking out for number one. Basic survival instincts, y’know?” he said, not expecting an answer. Nonetheless, If people wanted to call Drew narcissistic, he couldn’t exactly argue. He thought everyone was to a certain extent, whether they knew it or not. Drew grinned and shrugged his shoulders. ”I could, but I prefer a nice, cold beer to smoking anything any day,” he said. It was just preference, he supposed. Plus, on a more deeply rooted basis, he had read some things about people who had psychic abilities who used drugs. Sometimes nothing happened, but other times bad things happened, and he didn’t want to be put in that category. But how was he supposed to explain that to someone he just met? I may or may not completely freak the shit out and hurt people or myself if I smoke pot because I’m telekinetic and don’t know how to control my abilities when I’m high? Yeah, that sounded completely normal. ”That’s very true, though try telling that to a woman,” he said, mildly amused by the number of slaps he had received from women over the years because he didn’t pay enough attention to them, or something like that. He didn’t exactly sit there listening when they were yelling at him. It wasn’t like he had a death wish or anything. Or maybe if he just listened to them in the first place, they wouldn’t yell at him and he wouldn’t need to fear for his life. But that would be too simple. Drew laughed and decided that for a first impression, this guy was making a pretty good one, although he still couldn’t shake the feeling he had about the guy. The iciness of his skin didn’t exactly help, either. Not a zombie, that was for certain, but what? Was Drew starting to get paranoid in thinking half the people he met were different some way or another? He needed to pay for more attention to when the man spoke. He caught a glimpse of stark white teeth and had to wonder. He probably would never get anywhere if he didn’t ask any questions. Luckily for him, he was very blunt and straight to the point-- yet another reason why most people probably thought he was crazy. ”It depends. I mean, I don’t always go to parks. Sometimes it’s the mall, stores, outside restaurants,” he admitted on point before realising how weird that sounded. ”I’m not stalking anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Although Drew doubted Thomas would believe his clarification. Drew looked at Thomas for a moment with a furrow in a brow. He was just going to state it. ”There’s something different about you, Thomas, and I don’t know what it is but it’s bothering my curiosity. In fact, it seems to me that every day I run into someone that spikes my radar. If there’s some big secret I’m not clued in on, please, by all means, spill your wisdom.” WORDS: 665 - TAGGED: THOMAS - NOTES: n/a - there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[lawl]

Sure, sitting alone in the park and staring at people wasn’t really that weird of a way to spend your time. However, one should obviously see how creepy that would be, especially if the guy doing is an old, drunk hobo. Of course when the person doing it is good looking, it can be either taken as a compliment or as a challenge to a fight, but that just really depends on your views and tastes. Thomas considered himself a non aggressive person, but if he saw someone staring at him, he would no doubt glare back at the person until they turned away and stopped bothering him. however, if the person you were staring at had anger management problems, was having a bad day and was in a bad mood, or if he simply had a short fuse, your life could end quick suddenly if they pulled a gun or assaulted you. Some people just didn’t take being stared at well. Women especially, especially if the person staring wasn’t a good looking guy.

”Well, Drew, the secret to women is just giving them enough focus to let them think you’re listening, even if you’re actually not, it’s a skill really, it’s the perfect balance of zoning out and pretending to listen”

[/color] take it from someone with long years of experience, someone who has spoken to women all over the globe and knew the secrets of listening to women’s problems. That was a skill he acquired from his maker, Diana, she also loved talking and too often pretending she was listening when she actually was not. And yet, Thomas had gotten his fair share of slaps from women over the years, especially when he was younger, women just didn’t seem to enjoy a woman that would generally act too arrogant like he did, maybe nowadays some women do enjoy getting pushed around and “Bad boys” but years ago, acting like a total asshole would still earn you a slap across the face, sometimes a punch.

Tom couldn’t resist but smile and arch an eyebrow when the topic turned to Drew’s hobby. A strange hobby, albeit quite illegal in some states, but still, it was a hobby and who was Thomas to judge? A few years ago, his hobby was trapping people in alleyways and sucking blood out of them. ”Everyone has their own hobbies, yours is just a bit crazy”[/color] remember that there were people whose hobby was jumping out of planes, off mountains or doing drugs, it still seemed pretty okay ”But just a bit”[/color] so far Drew seemed like a pretty cool guy, and given the weird and boring type of people he had met in his town so far, Drew seemed like the only one a bit out of touch with reality, somewhat like Tom. So it rather surprised him that Drew wasn’t a vampire. Still, he wasn’t human either.

”Oh? Different about me? Whatever do you mean?”[/color] he was wearing human clothes, he looked human enough and he was conversing with people and not killing everything in sight, he thought he looked human. Thomas had actually not counted how many years it had been, since they announced over every TV station, magazine, and newspapers and all over the globe that vampires exist. People were of course scared, some didn’t believe it, but it was out and everyone knew that they existed. Vampires tried to defend their rights, saying they can integrate into society, some people believed them, some people were scared of them, some fought for their rights, some protested them. The biggest selling point for the “Outing” was the fact that scientists invented the synthetic blood that vampires can drink instead of leeching humans.

True blood, they called it, it wasn’t tasty, in fact it was rather disgusting and nothing compared to the taste of a real humans blood. But, it gave you the same things drinking a human would give you. You could buy a bottle anywhere these days- bars, malls, stores. Most if not all had true blood. Tom was trying to integrate himself, it had been some time since he drank human blood and was now living off of only the synthetic blood from bottles.

Humans were scared of vampires, still are, yet none of them realize that vampires aren’t the only supernatural thing out there. oh no, there were shifters, werewolf’s, witches, physics and even demons. Vampires were the least of their worries. Yet, humans didn’t know about all those things, only vampires. Vampires were “deceased” “not right” and “scary” to the humans. And with good reason, many vampires were indeed dangerous and they only got stronger, faster and more acute as they got older. However, Drew would figure out what Thomas was eventually, but the vampire was more interested in the vice versa of this situation.

”The real question here, Drew, is- what are you?”[/color] His tone was calm and yet a hint of curiosity in it.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]