Post by DES~ on Nov 1, 2010 14:29:39 GMT -6
Night had fallen almost an hour ago and he was getting restless. He wasn't sure why, he had all day to do whatever he wanted, but he always waited until night. He had left his apartment at sunset and made his way to the local club. He wanted to relax and at least try to have some fun. The way he did before all of this happend. He had become a bit more of a recluse after he had been changed. He had lived away from people, fearing himself around others. Though over the years he had gained a good bit of control over his shifts. Dressed in his usuall attire of a loosely fitted, low collared black t-shirt and plain dark washed, destroyed jeans, he made his way downtown. He was born in this town and knew every inch of it by heart. He had spent time away, locked up, trying to get a handle on things.[/color] They looked heartbroken, but he did the right thing. They only wanted sex and he just wasn't up for it. He looked away and took another swig of his drink. He turned his back to the bar and rested his back against the bar top along with his elbows. He heaved a long, heavy sigh and looked around the bar. He found nothing of interest so he finished off his drink and ordered a refill, taking a long swig of it.
Everything had changed in his eyes. He felt as if he was somewhere new. He felt like a stranger amongst people he used to know. He cut off all contact with friends and famly. He needed to get used to what he was. He also had gained the position of leader of all weres. This was such a strange and new feeling to him. He had never held authority over anyone, especially those he honestly didn't know. But he had all the right instincts to lead, so for the moment he didn't worry about it. He shook it off and approached the door to the club. The bouncer shot him a look and he produced an I.D, his golden eyes never changing except to release a small, hostile spark as a challenge to the bouncer and see if he would doubt who Silas was. A triumphant smirk graced his features as he was let through,
The club was alive as usual, a large group gathered on the dance floor. Bodies merged together in provocative dances and it was a all a blur. The smell of vampires was almost nauseating as he made his way toward the bar. He may not have been a vampire, but he adapted some of their mannerisms. He pulled his tall, lean frame onto a stool and pushed his I.D through his fingers, threading it back and forth going over and under each digit. His bore the same bored, emotionless stare as always. But his posture exumed authority and and a slight tinge of confidence. His champagne grey hair fell neatly down his neck in the usual unkempt fashion. His bangs gathered between his eyes, the longest point touching the tip of his nose. "Vodka...on the rocks." He murmured, just loud enough so only the bartender could hear him.
He shifted in the seat, his overshirt sliding down his shoulders. The shirt was a simple white collared button up. It was unbuttoned and rested precariously on his broad shoulders. It took all his willpower not to growl or even cover his nose. He knew vampires were often patrons of the club, but he couldn't get over the disgusting, rancid scent. His nose wrinkled only slightly, not enough to be really noticed. He glanced back as his drink was placed before him. He nodded his head in a silent thanks and picked the glass up. He took a quick swig and set it down, continuing to play with his I.D. He soon pocketed it and glanced around the club. The music was loud and the ground and walls vibrated in rythmn with the bass. He gave a low yawn, straighten his back and moving his arms over his head.
He bent his arms at his elbows and clapsed a hand on the opposite elbow, pushing the arm down as far as it would go down his spine. He arched his back, his torso pushing out and allowing a small pop to reach his ears. He quickly relaxed with a satisfied sigh. He glanced to his left and caught sight of a couple girls watching him. He looked them over and looked away, disinterested. This must have set them off cause he heard infectious giggling from their general direction. He rolled his eyes and glanced back at them. This caused them to halt in their actions and stare wide eyed. He raised a brow, curious and slightly irritated by their reactions. He offered a sly smirk, thus igniting another burst of giggles. He shook his head and looked away.
After a moment, he became aware of a presence close to him. He turned his head and came face to face with the bravest of the two girls. She was blushing horrendously and still giggling. He offered a small smile, knowing what she wanted but wasn't in the mood. "Not tonight, Girls. I'm not in the mood."
He was growing more and more bored by the second. He wanted entertainment and began toying with the thought of finding those girls and taking them up on their offer. At least he wouldn't be alone. He began to think of the other weres. He hadn't caught the scent of them. The scent of vampires and other creatures was too overpowering. He gave a frustrated grunt and continued drinking, trying to find ways of killing time. He didn't feel like staying at home and he wanted something to do tonight. He was tired of being a recluse and now he only wanted some fun. He glanced toward the door and focused not on faces, but scents. Hoping at some point one of his underlings would arrive.
tag;; all weres
word count;; 1008
muse;; decent[/size][/blockquote]