Hayate Ishikawa (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} splitimpulse) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-03-11 16:18:00 |
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Saturday: December 22, 2007
WHO: Hayate and Chris
WHEN: Nighttime, around 8:00 or 9:00 PM.
WHERE: The Wine Bar
WHAT: The vampire and human go out dancing.
Careless—it was a word becoming more and more intrinsically intertwined into Hayate’s choices. Everyday he was making more careless decisions, giving less and less of a damn about the consequences of his actions. Each time the mythical figures of old let their image of themselves get to their heads, an inevitable downfall loomed on the horizon. His hubris was not going to last him much longer when it came to keeping him upright on his own two feet. Somewhere along the way he was going to make a foolish mistake, and he was going to get caught for it. Tonight might have very well been the night to set him down on that very path.
When he left the safe walls of his home to take his prize somewhere more public, he did not think someone who knew her would see them. Chris, usually a perfect image of clean-cut youth, was donned in a small, beaded dress of his choosing. The material echoed of fae-kind with its cool, bright gossamer colors and trimming of miniscule gems, which resembled the shine of diamonds. As for him, he dressed simple in navy blue so dark it might have been black.
His desired destination was The Wine Bar tonight, a place where he could count on the occupants being drunkards with failing memories. He left the house on a high of pure, potent youth’s blood, having taken plenty from Chris before they had even gotten ready to leave. It took the young girl time to recuperate, but she was fine soon enough. With a white scarf wrapped around her neck, no one would know any better—which was not out of place considering the winter weather. The effect it had upon him was evident, however; he seemed vaguely high, as if on a drug with stimulant properties. They entered the bar in this manner, and he removed her floor-length coat to place it on the racks with all of the rest. His jacket went right beside hers.
The bar was full of drunkards, a thin sheen of smoke, and slow but danceable music pulsating throughout the air. A band played tonight, music without words since singing was not common here; the beat of a steady drum accompanied by various other natural instruments. He would have taken her elsewhere had this not been the only place open tonight for adults, but it would do for him.
WHO: Hayate and Chris
WHEN: Nighttime, around 8:00 or 9:00 PM.
WHERE: The Wine Bar
WHAT: The vampire and human go out dancing.
Careless—it was a word becoming more and more intrinsically intertwined into Hayate’s choices. Everyday he was making more careless decisions, giving less and less of a damn about the consequences of his actions. Each time the mythical figures of old let their image of themselves get to their heads, an inevitable downfall loomed on the horizon. His hubris was not going to last him much longer when it came to keeping him upright on his own two feet. Somewhere along the way he was going to make a foolish mistake, and he was going to get caught for it. Tonight might have very well been the night to set him down on that very path.
When he left the safe walls of his home to take his prize somewhere more public, he did not think someone who knew her would see them. Chris, usually a perfect image of clean-cut youth, was donned in a small, beaded dress of his choosing. The material echoed of fae-kind with its cool, bright gossamer colors and trimming of miniscule gems, which resembled the shine of diamonds. As for him, he dressed simple in navy blue so dark it might have been black.
His desired destination was The Wine Bar tonight, a place where he could count on the occupants being drunkards with failing memories. He left the house on a high of pure, potent youth’s blood, having taken plenty from Chris before they had even gotten ready to leave. It took the young girl time to recuperate, but she was fine soon enough. With a white scarf wrapped around her neck, no one would know any better—which was not out of place considering the winter weather. The effect it had upon him was evident, however; he seemed vaguely high, as if on a drug with stimulant properties. They entered the bar in this manner, and he removed her floor-length coat to place it on the racks with all of the rest. His jacket went right beside hers.
The bar was full of drunkards, a thin sheen of smoke, and slow but danceable music pulsating throughout the air. A band played tonight, music without words since singing was not common here; the beat of a steady drum accompanied by various other natural instruments. He would have taken her elsewhere had this not been the only place open tonight for adults, but it would do for him.