sinofthefather (ex_sinofthef307) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-27 05:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen/impulse, jared nomak |
Who: Jared Nomak & Bart Allen
What: Possible new friend for Jared
When: Night time
Where: A street
Rating: TBD
Jared was seated at a table in the kitchen, a mug of animal blood set before him, but his attention was far away. He was lost somewhere deep in the depths of his mind, going over and over things he had said or done. Things would not part from him; they only lingered like old wounds that refuse to heal, which was quite ironic considering his regenerative abilities. His eyes lowered to his hands that he laid out palm up on the table, tracing the lines that a palm reader would read to him. Idly he lifted his pointer finger of his right hand, following the length of his lifeline until it came to an end cut by another line that ventured off his palm. He found an odd anger in that prophetic sign written on his hand, a sign that he died and should be dead. Frustrated he shoved the chair out and got to his feet, he needed some time to think and clear his head.
It was a warm night that greeted him, so he decided to clad himself in less layers then he had before but he still bore his hoodie jacket with a regular t-shirt, rugged looking jeans and his boots that he had brought with him from his own timeline. To the people that passed him he was just a normal young man taking a stroll alone. He certainly didn’t look like a threat. Quietly he walked with his hands stuffed into his pockets, his gaze moving side to side warily like a feral beast moving too close to civilization. In truth he had the very ferocity and viciousness that made animals so dangerous but he had a mind too, a quick but tormented mind. He was a big threat; it was luckily he was on the slayer’s side then the vampires. He would have been a nearly invincible killing machine, not that he isn’t one now but he could have been far worse.