Post by Kurz;; on Jan 4, 2009 18:54:25 GMT -5
Kurz;;
The crisp night air of the city slithered across the cold metal of the bridge, suspended high above the water below. A slightly scrappy, unkempt young man in a long dark coat was perched on the railing of the bridge, crouched so his elbows rested on his jean-clad knees. Luckily, there weren't many passersby. Those who were hurrying across the bridge gave him strange looks, but no one approached. He had an air of brooding, bated silence around him. To many of the humans, he looked frightening.
And the young man could care less what the humans thought. He ignored the fleeting, boring gazes and looked out over the windswept waters of the river below. A gust of wind rumpled his dark brown hair, sweeping it back so that his deep gray eyes were visible, along with the cross-shaped scar on his lower cheek. With a muffled sigh, he stood and stepped backward off of the railing, and turned to lean against the cold steel. The cool winter air did nothing to him; it felt no different than standing out on a beach in the middle of summer. Combing his hair out of his eyes, he watched the people as the passed him. No one looked at him anymore. They were too frightened to meet his gaze. Half of him thought this was funny, but the other half wished that he would be accepted by normal humans, not feared by them. Maybe, just maybe, he would meet the right person someday. Then again, maybe not. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back, watching the dull gray clouds that covered the sky with a hard expression.
The crisp night air of the city slithered across the cold metal of the bridge, suspended high above the water below. A slightly scrappy, unkempt young man in a long dark coat was perched on the railing of the bridge, crouched so his elbows rested on his jean-clad knees. Luckily, there weren't many passersby. Those who were hurrying across the bridge gave him strange looks, but no one approached. He had an air of brooding, bated silence around him. To many of the humans, he looked frightening.
And the young man could care less what the humans thought. He ignored the fleeting, boring gazes and looked out over the windswept waters of the river below. A gust of wind rumpled his dark brown hair, sweeping it back so that his deep gray eyes were visible, along with the cross-shaped scar on his lower cheek. With a muffled sigh, he stood and stepped backward off of the railing, and turned to lean against the cold steel. The cool winter air did nothing to him; it felt no different than standing out on a beach in the middle of summer. Combing his hair out of his eyes, he watched the people as the passed him. No one looked at him anymore. They were too frightened to meet his gaze. Half of him thought this was funny, but the other half wished that he would be accepted by normal humans, not feared by them. Maybe, just maybe, he would meet the right person someday. Then again, maybe not. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back, watching the dull gray clouds that covered the sky with a hard expression.
