A wandering traveler returns home (open) Who: Jess When: A little before midnight. Where: The streets of New York City, heading toward a bar.
It had been nearly a year since Jess had last stopped by at this particular apartment of his. He wasn't a city boy by nature--at least, there had been a time when he hadn't been--and every now and again he felt a pull. It was something that existed within the soul of him, deep in the recesses was remnants--a spark--of the primal. It existed in every person be they human or shapeshifter or witch or vampire (and, predators though they may be, there was no arguing the domestication of vampires). It was quieter in some than in others but still...it drew the tame to the savage, the civilized to the wild. And for him? Go west, it said. The gunslinger had been alive long enough to know the feeling never completely went away so he listened to it sometimes. But it wasn't always west he went.
Jess just traveled the world and visited those places barely or still untouched by human hands. He fulfilled that longing for the rural and untouched with other sights; ancient civilizations, deadly jungles, cruel winter lands, endless deserts, and countryside that stretched far and wide... He had seen it all and loved it all and yet, for some reason, he always came home to New York.
Having dropped off his belongings at his apartment, Jess stepped out onto the dark streets of the city that never sleeps. He leaned up against the brick wall, lounging with that care-free, lazy grace cowboys were often depicted with in old west films. Jess watched as the night life hurried by; people old and young, beautiful and hideous rush about their lives. Beating hearts pounding blood through veins. Feeling a small stirring of hunger, he smiled. A fellow vampire, arm-in-arm with a teenage girl, passed and he nodded in greeting. Then, pushing himself off the wall, he disappeared into the night in search for something to occupy his hours.