| Finding that place... |
[Mar. 3rd, 2008|09:53 pm] |
Who: Johnny Casey, open.
What: Entrance.
Stepping out of the flow of bodies, Johnny opened his locker at the end of the school day and shoved his books inside. He knew he wouldn't get to his homework tonight, so there was no point in carrying them the three miles home. Slipping back into the crowded hall, Johnny made his way to the front of the school, nudging aside the oldest and meanest student at Emerson Prep.
"What the hell..." James Davidson started to shout, turning around to see which fellow student he was going to have to beat up. His words died on his lips when he saw Johnny, and he stepped out of the way, letting him pass without confrontation.
With his eyes focused on the wooden doors at the front of the school, Johnny worked his way out of the building, keeping an eye out for the new kid. Jose was deaf, and had been in the process of taking the wrath of James Davidson when Johnny had interrupted them during the lunch break. Johnny knew James would need to have his blood-lust sated, but it wasn't going to be against Jose if Johnny had any say in the matter. He spotted the smaller boy about a block away, heading towards Embassy Row. Following him at a distance, Johnny kept a watchful eye over the boy to make sure James didn't give him anymore trouble that day, When he saw Jose duck inside the Columbian Embassy, Johnny knew he was safe for the night.
Cutting through the alley behind the local burger shop, Johnny arrived at the metro stop just in time to catch his train. Fifteen minutes and two metro rides later, he was making his way home on foot. The town of Alexandria was a beautiful old town, set just outside of the District, and home to a wide assortment of people. Johnny himself had only been there a few months, but found the small-town charm appealing. While it wasn't what he was used to, living on military bases around the world and in tiny villages, it was where he lived now and he'd have to get used to it.
A few blocks from his house, Johnny stopped short on the sidewalk, staring at a house he knew hadn't been there the day before. It was old and ivy-covered, but didn't stand out compared to the rest of the neighborhood. In fact, there was nothing to distinguish it from any other except for the fact that it hadn't been there yesterday, or even that morning. Crossing the street. Johnny approached the building, stepping onto a creaking porch to get a closer look. He knocked twice on the door, wondering if anyone actually lived there, and was surprised to find the door fall open.
Glancing into the street behind him, he made sure no one was around before slipping inside. Ducking his head to get through the doorway, Johnny was amazed to find himself in a very well-kept entryway. The dark wood floor creaked softly beneath his feet, not from disrepair but from being well-worn. "Hello?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly from being used for the first time that day. "Is anyone here? You're door was open."
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