Post by REED FINLEY on Sept 14, 2015 16:09:16 GMT -5
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for
Oh ho ho, look at that burn. The orange glow of the fire reflects in his golden eyes, waves over his irises and flickers over his skin. He's standing a little too close to it, but the burn is the last thing on his mind. He's enamored by the way it climbs up and over the side of the overflowing trash can; rotting food turns to roiling fireballs that sizzle and plop onto the ground. His nose twitches. The garbage doesn't smell all too great, especially now that it's being blackened, but he craves the sting of the smoke that tickles his nose. His lips part and he inhales. It's a salt and pepper sting and he coughs into his arm, though never once does he blink. His eyes water, but he's transfixed by the sight.
"Hey, kid! What the hell are you doing?" I'm not a fucking kid, is the only thing Reed thinks when he hears the sound of the cop. It's a wolven cop, he can smell it, but it doesn't daunt him in the least. He finally turns away from the flames to look the guard in the eye--he's approaching now, figure bulking up as he slides out some of the Change. Just the strength and the abilities without the extra fur and Reed can respect that, but he doesn't have the same affinity for control.
Fortunately enough for the cop, the psychopath doesn't want to spend another night in the slammer for a crime like this. He does what most delinquents do in the face of the law: he runs. His sneakers--stolen, holes riddling the soles--slap against the ground. His chest puffs out as he runs and even though he's got short legs, he's fast. A scrawny little thing, but damn he can move. He maxes out his stride and uses his hands to haul himself around the corners of the alleyways he's grown oh-so-familiar with. It's hard to lose a wolven cop considering their sense of smell, but Reed's giving him a run for his money. Eventually he stops, crouches down, and cocks his head to the side. He stays his breathing and figures the cop up and gave up; he's got better things to do than tail some idiot lighting trash on fire.
Reed's nose twitches and he tilts his head back. New wolven. It's a strange scent that intrigues the boy out of hiding and into the bustling streets of Magic City. He follows his nose a block or so down and almost passes the building where the smell's coming from. "Huh, well would ya look at that," he says to himself as he takes a look at the soon-to-be-spectacle inside. Curious, he steps in to watch the events transpire.
"Hey, kid! What the hell are you doing?" I'm not a fucking kid, is the only thing Reed thinks when he hears the sound of the cop. It's a wolven cop, he can smell it, but it doesn't daunt him in the least. He finally turns away from the flames to look the guard in the eye--he's approaching now, figure bulking up as he slides out some of the Change. Just the strength and the abilities without the extra fur and Reed can respect that, but he doesn't have the same affinity for control.
Fortunately enough for the cop, the psychopath doesn't want to spend another night in the slammer for a crime like this. He does what most delinquents do in the face of the law: he runs. His sneakers--stolen, holes riddling the soles--slap against the ground. His chest puffs out as he runs and even though he's got short legs, he's fast. A scrawny little thing, but damn he can move. He maxes out his stride and uses his hands to haul himself around the corners of the alleyways he's grown oh-so-familiar with. It's hard to lose a wolven cop considering their sense of smell, but Reed's giving him a run for his money. Eventually he stops, crouches down, and cocks his head to the side. He stays his breathing and figures the cop up and gave up; he's got better things to do than tail some idiot lighting trash on fire.
Reed's nose twitches and he tilts his head back. New wolven. It's a strange scent that intrigues the boy out of hiding and into the bustling streets of Magic City. He follows his nose a block or so down and almost passes the building where the smell's coming from. "Huh, well would ya look at that," he says to himself as he takes a look at the soon-to-be-spectacle inside. Curious, he steps in to watch the events transpire.
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