Dorian Kreskas (dust_and_shadow) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-03-26 12:24:00 |
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Week Four: Saturday
Who: Dorian (Narrative)
When: Saturday Night
Where: Outside the Towers
The days seemed to bleed into one, forming into one gray sky that never seemed to change with each afternoon that he woke and each evening that he spent keeping to dark streets and keeping his ear to the pavement as the saying went. Did one day spark anything more in him than another? Had any day done that for years now? No was the answer he'd become far too used to. It ate him, the monotony of his life, the constant movement.
Ate at him simply because he had something else to compare it to, something that could never be again.
While one day wore into the next he continually found himself moving closer and closer to one spot. It drew him in like a magnet. Closer and closer yet as if one were flipped he always pushed away in the last instant. Repelled back and yet he'd try again to find the same result. Was he finally reaching some level of insanity expecting a different result?
Was that dark haired woman leaving the apartment building he found himself at almost nightly her? If he actually expected it to be... perhaps he was insane.
Dorian just couldn't seem to shake the feeling, the slight scent that he would catch in the air, the energy that had always seemed to be hers and hers alone. As he'd return home before the sun hit the sky and lay in his motel room bed, he'd wonder if he wasn't just imagining her presence. He had to be though.
It was the presence of other demons, throwing him. Had to be. He knew that some lived in the complex he was so drawn to. Their energy radiating from the brick walls, that he was so tuned to seek. That was simply it. He was doing as he always had, anticipating the next move of those that sought him dead.
It wasn't her. It couldn't be her. No matter how much that part of him that was better off dead wished it could be. If just to see her one more time. From afar... he wasn't sure he could stomach the hate he would see in her eyes.
Even if that was what he had meant for her to feel.