Ben Ferguson (b_ferguson) wrote in ville_oubliee, @ 2009-05-05 01:49:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Ben and Aidan
Characters: Ben, open
Setting: Out in the streets
Summary: Ben's pondering, and looking for somewhere safe
He'd been in the city long enough to figure out he wasn't the oddest freak in the sideshow. Not by a LONG way. It wasn't necessarily anything he saw, but some of the scents were... wrong. He'd've just said "different", but it went beyond that.
Not that he didn't like the place. He did, kinda. It was taking him a while to get used to the sights and sounds. But it was the scents... always the scents. They ran the full range from nauseating to "Oh holy hell I want to fuck that", sometimes in the space of a couple footsteps.
He'd noted the ones that promised pleasure, but followed the ones that bothered him. He had his theories, but there were some types he'd never encountered before, so he wasn't going to put a name to them until he was sure. Oh sure, he knew there were vampires... but these, while similar, seemed several steps removed from that. He didn't want to run the risk of anything he couldn't identify finding him during the Change.
This, of course, meant he needed to be sure nobody could get to him while he was incapacitated by the Change. It only took a minute - but that might be all they'd need. Whoever "they" were.
Ben turned a corner, reaching in his pocket for a cigarette, when something made him stop. He frowned and sniffed the air, growling slightly at a scent that was familiar, and not in a "species" way.
Surely not...
He backed into the shadows, cigarette still unlit in his hand, and scanned the street.
He saw him fairly quickly. Then blinked.
"Well, fuck me," he muttered to himself. "What're the chances?"
Of course, it could just be coincidence. Ben was in no hurry to go over and announce himself. If Joe McCloy's veterinary son wanted to come say Hi to his Sire, he could damn well find Ben.
He backed further away, then turned to go.