James (break_you_down) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-09 18:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | james |
Who: James and an NPC
What: James is nice to one out of five billion human beings. This is a proven fact.
When: Midnight
Where: Out and about
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
He was human and he was close. His shoulder was barely a centimeter away from touching the rough denim of the jacket worn by the man next to him. He smelled like food and James kept himself from breathing in. “That was stupid of you. You don’t play outside after dark in places like this.” He was forced to breathe when he spoke, but it wasn’t anywhere close to forcing the scent to circle through the air. James didn’t have to keep himself silent and verbally unresponsive. Talking wasn’t going to awaken his predatory instincts. Words alone weren’t enough to launch him at his would-be prey, all teeth and hungry snarls in the back of his throat.
“I’ll put a chain around my neck and tie myself to the bed post.”
“You should consider that. Unless of course, you want to be somebody’s dinner?”
They were walking side by side. His steps were sure and long and the human was only now getting used to keeping up with his abnormal, striding gait.
“You ripped that guy’s head off.”
“I like ripping heads off. It’s a hobby.” The smirk crawled into his voice and the kid arched a brow at him, as if to say is that so? Instead he said: “You’re cold, you know that? Like, really damn cold. Dead body cold.”
James didn’t have anything to say about that. He shrugged, stopped dead in his tracks. The kid stopped along with him, confused, wondering why they were no longer moving.
He didn’t turn to look at him. His eyes were lifted to the neon green sign stuck to the door on the left side of his body. He blinked once and didn’t blink again.
“I had a brother once. You look just like him.” And it was impossible to kill anyone who reminded him, in any way, of his flesh and blood. It was one of those things that could not, and would not, happen.
He started walking and the kid mimicked him.