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Post by Scott Carter on Feb 25, 2010 13:16:42 GMT -5
[/i] That's why he was tired, that's why he didn't remember anything. But when he realized where he was, his mind started to go in overdrive. He was in the CITY...as a werewolf. Did he hurt anyone? Did he kill anyone? This is where the depression kicks in. Unable to remembered anything and have notihng left but a bad feeling, a tired body and woozy state of mind. Now that the first wave of emotions were over, Scott felt a little more like himself...almost. His knees buckled and he collapsed again right there in the alley. He was truly terrified of what he might have done that night. It was a horrible reality, and it was his life. Every month, for three nights. And this was only the FIRST. And people wondered why he was so depressed. Sitting here in the alley wasn't going to help any, but Scott didn't care. He couldn't get over the fact that he might have killed someone. His heart began to heave in his chest. Was he panicking? This couldn't be. The worst part about it all was that this happened every time. He became this upset EVERY time. Life as a werewolf was not all rainbows and puppydogs. It was hell. And Scott was living it over and over again. [/ul] |
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Post by Angelina Davis on Feb 26, 2010 11:56:08 GMT -5
Angelina gazed down at the list of what to buy for home then looked back up at the many booths that was there at the Fisherman's Wharf. This was one of her most favorite places to shop and she preferred this type of place than of a regular supermarket, but the only bad thing was about it was the fact it was out in the open so yeah rainy days not so cheerful. However she enjoyed shopping here because it was near the ocean itself. A green bus went by her then she crossed the street towards the other side where people are walking by her. She walked up to the first booth which has cucumbers and other veggies then picked up some to put in her basket that she has with her. After she paid the man she went to the next. So much to choose from. The scent of fish came through her nose since nearby was a stack full of them, while above her seagulls flew overhead. Yep this was definately one she loved to be in.
She gathered all of what she had wanted to buy, then walked out to wait for the trawley. Sure she could've driven to there but she wanted to take the trawley instead. Maybe next time she'd drive. One came and instantly she hopped onto it and paid the fare. While the trawley moved, Angelina stood next to the railing to watch the car move away from the place she was before. She got off at her house, walked inside, put away her groceries and then walked back out this time just to stroll. Angie walked on until she stopped at a nearby alleyway, where a man slumped on the cold gutter ground. A gasp came from her lips and instead of walking on, she rushed up to the man then knelt down in front of him to observe him to see if he needs her help. "Oh my God, sir are you alright?" she asked.
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Post by Scott Carter on Feb 26, 2010 20:52:16 GMT -5
Okay. Scott had to think. What could he have done while in his wolf form? Well, pretty much anything, and he could have covered a number of miles. If there was any signs of his rampage last night, he needed to discard it, quickly. A quick look over to the dumpster made his neck cramp up. Okay, he could always look for signs later. He inhaled deeply and heard footsteps.
He tried to look casual, like that was possible. A beautiful woman knelt down and asked if he was alright. For the moment, no. But he knew it would pass over in a matter of time. He looked at her and nodded lightly, "I'm fine," he coughed. Feeling the sickness creep away with some nasty effects. At least he was starting to feel better already. Something told him the woman didn't believe him so he thought of something to reassure her, without necessarily lying.
"Had a long night, wasn't exactly myself, if you know what I mean," he confessed. But to someone else, unaware of his werewolf side, it would have just sounded like he was drunk or something. Suddenly, the veins in his arm began to bulge and his blood ran faster than any human's would, his temperature momentarily shot up.
It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable. That was his body's way of dealing with the changes to come. These adrenaline spikes usually lasted for a few seconds, he hoped the woman didn't notice.
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