Herrick Turner (14_to_life) wrote in shadowrises, @ 2016-03-01 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: herrick turner, character: lydia mulhousen, status: in progress, type: thread |
Who: Herrick, Mouse, and later Seth
Where: Streets of Shadow Falls (Laundromat)
When: Tuesday evening
What: Social Experiments
So put your name on a tombstone… Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone.
Everything romantic and eagerly anticipated about the winter had been laid to rest. Or murdered in the street was more like it. Once soft, fluffy banks of white snow had been stained with car exhaust and grime. They thawed in the daytime and bled down the sidewalks and along the gutters like victims of street executions, dirty water gathering in sewers still clogged with old autumn leaves. At night they froze again so that the rounded peaks of the plowed and shoveled piles that lined the roads and sidewalks were more like unforgiving drifts of spikes and ragged shards that cut into denim clad knees and glove covered hands when fallen upon and gnawed on the bumpers of cars like broken teeth when backed up against.
When it was cold, it was bitterly cold. The kind of chill that made people curse the moment they opened the front door and forced them to breathe through scarves to keep from coughing because taking the air in through the nose hurt too much. The kind of cold that put everyone in a bad mood that pervaded and prevailed like a wound that refused to heal.
Everyone was sick of it, having to bundle up, the wait for the car to heat up, to deal with wet shoes and boots, to have to scrape ice off the windows and pay for the extra natural gas used to heat up their homes. They were tired of having to shovel and salt their sidewalks and driveways and worry about fishtailing or getting stuck in the ditch when they drove. They missed the sunshine, their summer wardrobe, fresh cut flowers, cheap produce, going to the lake, taking walks, and especially being able to enjoy the sun after six pm. Christmas was over, New Year's Day was gone, Valentine's was a memory, and there were already swimsuits for sale at the mall.
Herrick didn't like it, either. He was tired of wearing heavy coats and often wondered what it would be like to feel his fingers again. Besides that, though, and all the misery that late winter brought with it, he was mostly just bored. Which was worse than death. More so for the people of Shadow Falls, he reminded himself, but he was still pretty miserable and that had to change. He had a plan for tonight as he took refuge from the full brunt of the winter chill in the doorway to the laundromat. With his arms folded across his chest and his gloved fingers tucked into his armpits he watched the streets. He usually watched the streets but lately he'd been paying extra attention to one citizen in particular. Like any hunter he was patient beyond what seemed possible but tonight was finally the night he wouldn't go to bed simply with surveillance.
Tonight he'd spring the mousetrap and he'd do it the very moment he saw her.