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Post by Saito Ren on Dec 10, 2007 19:54:16 GMT -5
It was one of those nights - the kind where the air feels quiet in the all encompassing darkness, but a tinge of eletricity seems to course through the silence, waiting to spark. One of those beautiful, cloudless, starry nights where at any moment something could happen - whether it be good, or bad. Cool enough for a light coat, but little wind. The streets bustled and hummed with lonely pauses in between as the ebb and flow of the daytime inhabitants closed shop and the nightly dwellers took to the streets. Ren, of course, was a member of the latter. Feeling the sun was foreign to his pale skin, as it sat under artificial lights during the day, semi-darkness in the windowless apartment, and all that was left was night.
His good friends often teased him for his mysterious behavior, but in truth, Ren hadn't joined a cult, wasn't a vampire, and wasn't allergic to the sun (in fact, he enjoyed the sun in the summertime) but just a very busy man. Ren allowed them to fantasize, mostly because the truth was far more dishonorable than anything they could make-up. Ren was one of the smartest students in Hidamari University, and if anyone found out that he prostituted to pay for his exams and books, he would probably be shunned and have no chance at becoming a lawyer.... doctor... writer... whatever he finally decided to be.
Ren's extremely tall and lithe figure idled down the sidewalk, stopping to pull a cigarette out of his pocket to light it. Smoking was an enjoyable pleasure said his pack-a-day habit. Somehow it made his heart beat just a little faster and his lungs gasp a little more for air. The euphoric light-headed feeling kept him momentarily happy - as nothing else seemed to be able to do in his monotonous depression. Not clinically diagnosed, but just a lack of high-spirits. What was there to be happy about? Exams? Having sex with strange people? Nothing much to be happy about.
He continued to walk again, looking at the complexs and street signs curiously, or peering into smalls shops with interested, wrinkling his nose at the noisy clubs for the young, misguided youth. He was looking for an address, but having a hard time of it. Written on a piece of paper, which he took out now to reread the directions, was where he was supposed to be... but he wasn't. Ren's gaunt, angular face looked around the unfamiliar buildings; where the hell was he? Looking at his watch, Ren sighed annoyedly, he was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. Oooohhh dear.
Standing on the sidewalk with a backdrop of night and a beam of a street-light high-lighting his figure, Ren was a beautiful sight as usual. His long blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders and blue eyes broodingly looked about. He was adorned in all black, a tight turtleneck shirt, loose black pants, and a light black coat. Nothing but a creature of the night, only to be contrasted by the color of his skin and hair. Flicking off the ashes of his cigarette, Ren debated on whether or not to cancel and return home instead. It's not like he was looking forward, or even wanting, to find this place where intimacy was made into a joke.
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