Entry tags:

active: tandy bowen, inactive: sebastian

WHO: Sebastian and open
WHERE: outside the complex
WHEN: late morning
WARNINGS: talks of blood
SPOILERS? some for legacies

There was something overwhelming about New Orleans. The mere air seemed to be alive with something and it made his senses threaten to go haywire. So Sebastian had managed to venture outside of the apartments, but now he found himself on an iron bench. His legs were stretched out, ankles crossed, while he had an arm resting along the back of the bench. Life seemed to be thriving around him.

I still don't trust you.

Sebastian tsked faintly as he brought his daylight ring up to his lips. He let the cool metal distract him from darker thoughts as he tried to figure out what he was going to do for food in this place. The temptation to rip throats out was ever-present in the depths of his mind, but he knew he couldn't. Cassandra had desiccated him once and he doubted the people in this Goodland would do the same. They'd merely stake him and be done with the matter. Ric had mentioned the Salvatore School was around and he already knew he would most likely amuse himself by attending there. What else was he to do? The world had changed so dramatically in his time in the coffin. Also, if he recalled correctly the school had strange little bags of blood he could partake of, which was far better than having to hunt animals down.

He was yanked from his thoughts as a small colorful ball rolled up against his foot. Sebastian raised an eyebrow before he leaned down to retrieve the toy. His pale eyes focused on the child who had lost said toy. He flashed a friendly smile before tossing the ball back. The child gave him an awkward smile of thanks before scampering off. The world had changed very much indeed. As he leaned back against the bench his brows furrowed in annoyance.

"I can feel you watching me," he said in a conversational tone. "Have I broken some taboo in this place I am not aware of?" He did not bother to look towards whoever was watching him, but went back to watching the world in front of him. The vibrancy nearly hurt his eyes and he wanted to retreat to the room he shared with Landon. That being said, he would rather face the world than deal with the turnip at the moment.