if there's no tomorrow burn your paper wings (dreich) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-09-17 18:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon reichenau |
Leaving Home
Who: Damon
When: Tuesday August 12, evening
Where: outside his apartment
Summary: Damon takes a road trip into the unknown.
Status: narrative
Damon didn't have many things, and what he did have that he couldn't carry on his back, he'd stored at the clubhouse. Everything else he needed was packed in his bike's saddlebags. When he came back, he'd rent the same apartment that he'd been living in, or if not, he'd find another one. It was simple to tie up one's affairs when one didn't have many personal ties. The club, yeah, but he was taking off in good standing, so he knew he'd be welcomed back when he chose to return. He'd already said his goodbyes to everyone, and he knew Conor understood his need to get away for a while. Being in jail had worn on him, as had losing Jaime and the dirty looks he still received from people when he saw them on the street. Damon had a restless spirit, and now seemed like a good enough time to explore this part of the world a little more. He wanted to do it while the weather was still warm. Most likely, he'd come home when the snow flew and the skies became cold, because traveling by motorcycle wasn't all that fun in those conditions. But for now, he was off, and despite feeling pangs of unease and maybe even sadness-- after all, the club had become his family-- he was going to do what he must. He straddled the bike and started its engine, then put his helmet on. He liked traveling at night, despite the safety issues; the fact that he was a were made them not nearly as much of an issue as they would have been for normal humans. Damon let the engine warm up, glancing around at this street that he might never see the same way again. Once he was ready, he let the bike carry him away, unsure of where he was even going. Just out of town was a start, and then he'd see what happened next. |