Edward Cullen (dazzlingvampire) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2010-03-07 18:14:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Who: Edward Cullen, [OPEN]
When: Middle of the day
Where: Downtown Miami
Rating/Warnings: TBD, not high.
Status: In Progress.
It was like any other Sunday he could remember. Listening to Dubussy on his ipod, he had been trying to drown out everyone's thoughts. They were getting to him, which wasn't normal, but everyone else in his house was paired off perfectly. It did truly get lonely, but Edward wasn't sure what he was looking for. Tanya from the Denali clan had shown interest, however, to no avail was she appealing in any way for he was looking for.
In that moment of self pondering is when Edward suddenly found himself on his back in the middle of a dead end, shadowy street. Tall, yet non-threatening structures lined this residential type district. He was...just there. Confused beyond anything he had encountered before, he got up, dusted himself off, and looked around.
Everything was...well, normal for just about any shady part of a town or city. The air felt a bit more stagnant, and damp on his skin, so he could definitely tell he was no longer in Forks. Or Washington State, for that matter. He looked around a little bit, and then tilted his head just so, and listened for the thoughts of people nearby to get a better understanding of just where HERE was, exactly. It wouldn't be prudent for him to go walking around in who knows where and end up the focal point if it was very sunny elsewhere.
Let's not alert the Volturi today...