Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

 2nd of July
Later at night, porch of the Doctor's office

It's dark tonight.  Even with the wonderous electric lights glowing through windows, and street lamps casting circles of light onto Main Street... it's still dark.  The sky is overcast, and I don't think there's a moon tonight, which doesn't help.

I am not afraid of the dark, truth be told; I am quite at home in it.  But lately, it's been unsettling.  I light a cigarette and inhale deeply, staring out past the lights at my end of Main, towards the river.  It's also damp tonight, more of a chill than I am used to in early July.  Of course, that might be the cause and effect of being near the river once again...

No.  It is not the damp causing me to shiver.  Nor is it the dark making me want to stay close to the light, to be around people.  I find my eyes darting about, looking for something out there in the dark, something that has had me on edge for the past handful of weeks.

Swear to God, I feel as if something's watching me. 

Take another drag on my cigarette, and flick it away from me, out onto the road.  I don't want to be out here, exposed.  With one last look around, I back into the office and lock the door behind me.  I feel silly, being so on edge, but I have to admit I am grateful Lannie is here.  I am not sure how well I would sleep if I were alone.

This is ridiculous.  I am a grown man, and I can hold my own in any fight...

Fuckin' Excolo.

(Closed)

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

 2nd of July
Later at night, porch of the Doctor's office

It's dark tonight.  Even with the wonderous electric lights glowing through windows, and street lamps casting circles of light onto Main Street... it's still dark.  The sky is overcast, and I don't think there's a moon tonight, which doesn't help.

I am not afraid of the dark, truth be told; I am quite at home in it.  But lately, it's been unsettling.  I light a cigarette and inhale deeply, staring out past the lights at my end of Main, towards the river.  It's also damp tonight, more of a chill than I am used to in early July.  Of course, that might be the cause and effect of being near the river once again...

No.  It is not the damp causing me to shiver.  Nor is it the dark making me want to stay close to the light, to be around people.  I find my eyes darting about, looking for something out there in the dark, something that has had me on edge for the past handful of weeks.

Swear to God, I feel as if something's watching me. 

Take another drag on my cigarette, and flick it away from me, out onto the road.  I don't want to be out here, exposed.  With one last look around, I back into the office and lock the door behind me.  I feel silly, being so on edge, but I have to admit I am grateful Lannie is here.  I am not sure how well I would sleep if I were alone.

This is ridiculous.  I am a grown man, and I can hold my own in any fight...

Fuckin' Excolo.

(Closed)

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[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

I can do it you gently
I can do it with an animal's grace
I can do it with precision
I can do it with gormet taste

But either way
Either (way), either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you...
Away


July 2nd
Later at night, the banks of the Pontalier

I am far off enough that no one can see me from the buildings.  I am doubtful anyone would even notice me if they walked right below the tree I am perched in.  After an eternity of existance, one can learn to be still for quite a long time, even when trapped in human form.

I am about two hours into my vigil when the prey I am stalking comes into view.  From across the river, I can see Lucien step out onto the porch and light a cigarette.  Even from  here, my keen sight registers  the way his eyes dart about.  He finishes the cigarette... no, he abandons it and retreats back inside.  I can hear the 'click' of the lock, even from here.

He knows.

The growl starts low in my throat and escalates into a growl that echoes in the dark around me.

Witnesses be damned.  The eleventh hour has come. 

(closed)

(no subject)

[marbasthefallen.livejournal.com]

I can do it you gently
I can do it with an animal's grace
I can do it with precision
I can do it with gormet taste

But either way
Either (way), either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you...
Away


July 2nd
Later at night, the banks of the Pontalier

I am far off enough that no one can see me from the buildings.  I am doubtful anyone would even notice me if they walked right below the tree I am perched in.  After an eternity of existance, one can learn to be still for quite a long time, even when trapped in human form.

I am about two hours into my vigil when the prey I am stalking comes into view.  From across the river, I can see Lucien step out onto the porch and light a cigarette.  Even from  here, my keen sight registers  the way his eyes dart about.  He finishes the cigarette... no, he abandons it and retreats back inside.  I can hear the 'click' of the lock, even from here.

He knows.

The growl starts low in my throat and escalates into a growl that echoes in the dark around me.

Witnesses be damned.  The eleventh hour has come. 

(closed)