Bruce Banner (i_seegreen) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-11-02 22:07:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
Entry tags: | bruce banner, logan echolls |
Do vampires exist? (Logan)
Bruce was finally out of his room, having been feeling rather low as of late, needing the fresh air and the change of scenery. The night was being good to him, as well, offering a full moon, bright stars and a mild breeze which teased at his clothes and hair in a capricious manner, causing him to smile a little at the very thought of being blown away. That would never happen, of course, especially since now he felt more like an anchor than anything. He had nothing to fear but himself, and maybe that was more frightening than anything in the history of the world. He wasn't exactly sure. He knew he'd yet to meet anything any more frightening than himself as of yet. And then there was the thought in the back of his mind about what Dinah said that day in the library. Vampires? Was that true? He was still undecided. She had seemed serious enough, and she seemed to know things about this city that he would probably come to know in time. However it still puzzled him. Did they really exist? It couldn't be scientifically true.
He walked slowly down a back alleyway, trying to remember his way back to the warehouse, as it was getting late. The prototype of his new watch needed to be finished as it was near completion, he just hasn't felt like working on it as of late. He had given Dinah his other gps watch, figuring she might find it more useful. He was a smart man, he would find his way back. He could've had a car if he'd wanted one, but he was afraid of being enclosed in such a small space surrounded by metal. That was never a good combination. He wasn't exactly sure if he would ever drive, fly or sail, but at the present time that meant little to him. There were more important things.
He wore khaki colored slacks, which had a hidden stretchy band on the inside, a purple button up shirt that was only fastened to right at the clavicle, and a pair of soft soled loafers. He hadnt really had a need for tighter fitting clothes until he'd run into Enigma and moved into her place. It seemed only right that he remained decent looking and not like a homeless caveman, which is what he did look like until the night Enigma found him. He was grateful to her.
Now he needed to find his way back, and the hour was drawing later and later, and he was tired from being tired. He was tired of a lot of things, but some o those were very much out of his control.
He continued along the alley, making no sound against the concrete, watching a small cat scurry around a dumpster, as if it were afraid. It should be. Poor kitty.