桐生 義弥 「 Joshua 」 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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soul_logs2013-03-25 07:48 pm
whitefeather) wrote in soul_logs2013-03-25 07:48 pm
Entry tags:
[closed] in meaningless chaos.
Characters: Joshua (whitefeather) & Hades (kill_some_time)
Location: Streets / desert.
Rating: Undecided.
Time: May 14th, late night / early morning.
Description: Joshua runs into trouble.
It was raining. The ageless boy moved through the streets quickly, breath ragged and forming steam as he ran for his life. His steps were light but quick, almost matching tempo with the raindrops falling around him as he splashed through puddles without concern for how wet his feet and legs were becoming. None of that mattered. Not the cold of the early hours, not the numbness which seeped through him alike so much emptiness. What mattered was running. He had to get away. He saw his opportunity. Using what little strength he had left, he jumped upon a trash can and took a leap at a gated railing which formed a divide between someone's yard and the street, heaving himself over it and falling, landing with a stumble and slinking into the shadows of the yard. Well, that little tumble had made running any farther impossible. He willed his breath to stop as they approached, pressing his back flat against a brick wall and just waiting. If they spotted him, that'd probably be the end of this adventure. The end of everything really. He knew it - but they were agitated. Their leaders had been captured after all. They wanted revenge. They weren't themselves. They were impulsive, they were angered, they were clumsy, they were old and they were fat and most of all they were humans. Humans which wanted blood. It reminded him of something he had said perhaps a month ago.
"I love humans. It's humans who don't love humans."
He closed his eyes - remembering that day. That person. The expression on his weathered face, and the laugh which forced aside a stubbly expression of utmost seriousness into nothing but pearly whites. The mumbled passive-aggressive response behind a cigarette. A heartbeat behind him, a collection of middle-aged men stormed past, banging steel bars, sledgehammers, lead pipes and all manner of instruments intended for his skull across the brick walls of the alley he'd ran through as they lingered, shouting amongst themselves all jumbled collection of insults and curses intended to bait him out. As if. His heart stuck in his throat as one of them made a move to explore beyond the railing, eyes opening and staring ahead.
Tonight he was lucky. A black cat wandered from the shadows a short distance away and mewled. The human turned to look at it for a brief second before swearing and turning his back to catch up with the others (which thankfully, now, were just a faint sound screaming something like "here pretty-boy pretty-boy" but he couldn't be sure of the exact wording.) He sank down to crouch, lowering his head into his knees and being content to just catch his breath. His fingertips were shaking. He looked up to try and locate the black cat, brows furrowing at the sight of an empty street.
It was gone.
"Thank you..." He whispered, closing his eyes again and bowing his head oncemore, forehead touching his knees.
whitefeather) & Hades (kill_some_time)Location: Streets / desert.
Rating: Undecided.
Time: May 14th, late night / early morning.
Description: Joshua runs into trouble.
It was raining. The ageless boy moved through the streets quickly, breath ragged and forming steam as he ran for his life. His steps were light but quick, almost matching tempo with the raindrops falling around him as he splashed through puddles without concern for how wet his feet and legs were becoming. None of that mattered. Not the cold of the early hours, not the numbness which seeped through him alike so much emptiness. What mattered was running. He had to get away. He saw his opportunity. Using what little strength he had left, he jumped upon a trash can and took a leap at a gated railing which formed a divide between someone's yard and the street, heaving himself over it and falling, landing with a stumble and slinking into the shadows of the yard. Well, that little tumble had made running any farther impossible. He willed his breath to stop as they approached, pressing his back flat against a brick wall and just waiting. If they spotted him, that'd probably be the end of this adventure. The end of everything really. He knew it - but they were agitated. Their leaders had been captured after all. They wanted revenge. They weren't themselves. They were impulsive, they were angered, they were clumsy, they were old and they were fat and most of all they were humans. Humans which wanted blood. It reminded him of something he had said perhaps a month ago.
"I love humans. It's humans who don't love humans."
He closed his eyes - remembering that day. That person. The expression on his weathered face, and the laugh which forced aside a stubbly expression of utmost seriousness into nothing but pearly whites. The mumbled passive-aggressive response behind a cigarette. A heartbeat behind him, a collection of middle-aged men stormed past, banging steel bars, sledgehammers, lead pipes and all manner of instruments intended for his skull across the brick walls of the alley he'd ran through as they lingered, shouting amongst themselves all jumbled collection of insults and curses intended to bait him out. As if. His heart stuck in his throat as one of them made a move to explore beyond the railing, eyes opening and staring ahead.
Tonight he was lucky. A black cat wandered from the shadows a short distance away and mewled. The human turned to look at it for a brief second before swearing and turning his back to catch up with the others (which thankfully, now, were just a faint sound screaming something like "here pretty-boy pretty-boy" but he couldn't be sure of the exact wording.) He sank down to crouch, lowering his head into his knees and being content to just catch his breath. His fingertips were shaking. He looked up to try and locate the black cat, brows furrowing at the sight of an empty street.
It was gone.
"Thank you..." He whispered, closing his eyes again and bowing his head oncemore, forehead touching his knees.