Garrett of the Nomads (garrettventures) wrote in time_between, @ 2009-04-26 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: garrett of the nomads, c: tanya of denali, ic: thread |
WHO: Garrett Carmack and Tanya Stoyalova
WHAT: A first time meeting.
WHERE: Forks
WHEN: Sunday August 26th, 7:49pm
STATUS:Thread, Incomplete.
RATING: PG
Garrett had arrived in Forks. It hadn't taken as long as he'd anticipated and so he'd stopped in Seattle to feed the day before, but it hadn't taken long for him to descend in to the small little town that his old friend Carlisle Cullen lived in. He'd found his way easily, figuring out which way he was to go by the signs and by looking up how to get there before he left Idaho. The directions were simple, and Garrett was eager to see such a perfect little town that Carlisle would think to keep a permanent residence. Garrett had heard of such things before, of course, they'd eventually need to leave because they weren't aging, but was much easier when you could settle for a time without worrying about finding shelter. He had admired the town, in the slow fading light as he wandered through it. He came upon a group of people, one looked to be a police officer and they all looked at him oddly. Garrett was confused for only a moment.
He realized what he must look like. Living in the forrest for the past few weeks while traveling across the United States must have left him looking...well interesting. He'd managed to clean up in Idaho but there was a lot of flora to go through when you were running from Seattle to Forks, that was for sure. He cleared his throat and put his head down, his eyes red, but behind sunglasses. He'd have to get some clothes and clean up before he saw the Cullens. Carlisle had always been such a well dressed and proper man. Garrett didn't want to make a bad impression so he gauged the town around him, deciding what to do. He caught glimpse of himself in the reflection of the pharmacy's window and smoothed out his hair. HIs face was fine, just a few smudge of dirt that he wiped away, and then smoothing his hair back easily in to a pony tail, he stood up straighter. He could probably use a new shirt and a pair of shoes. You could always tell a man by his shoes.
He slipped in to the store that had mens clothing out front, it was a store that sold nicer things rather then tee shirts and jeans, but that was perfect. He was already carrying a nice pair of black slacks to wear to the wedding and he was going to need a new shirt and tie. The only one he had was out dated and would strange at a modern wedding. He didn't need to stand out more then he already did. He'd have to make sure he didn't feed too close to the wedding for there were going to be humans their, and they didn't generally take too sweetly to people having blood red irises. He nodded to the clerk who had greeted him when he came inside and he began looking at the clothes. It had been a while since he'd shopped for anything, having never really bought much since his death, so to speak. He was the exact same size as he was back then though which was easy, and he began looking through the shirt marked in his size.