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tyler_gone) wrote2009-02-07 03:41 pm
tyler_gone) wrote2009-02-07 03:41 pm
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Secluded Corner of the Beach, Saturday After Dark
Louis had passed the day in the chambers where he had awakened and now, after dark, he was free to roam through the town.
Most vampires would have hunted, but Louis was not most vampires. He had no taste for the townspeople in their bright, cheap clothes. He was drawn, instead, by the rhythm of the ocean, its endless dance. He could sup on seagulls, perhaps.
He took a seat on the rocks to look at the water, wishing just once to see it blue again instead of ink-black.
[OOC: For one, possibly two? But open if you're on the beach.]
Most vampires would have hunted, but Louis was not most vampires. He had no taste for the townspeople in their bright, cheap clothes. He was drawn, instead, by the rhythm of the ocean, its endless dance. He could sup on seagulls, perhaps.
He took a seat on the rocks to look at the water, wishing just once to see it blue again instead of ink-black.
[OOC: For one, possibly two? But open if you're on the beach.]