Post by ELIJAH HENRY MERRILL on May 31, 2011 0:38:07 GMT -5
Sometimes he wondered if he should be bored. After all, the novelty of staking out nightclubs and streets and staying up for weeks on end had faded after the first five years (what could he say? It took a lot to dissuade him sometimes), yet he had continued to do it.
For another two-hundred or so.
Frickin' score!
Still, either way, he was definitely bored right now - and hey, after what he thought a considerable amount of time living (especially since he had predicted his own lifespan to end at the age of twenty-four at the hands of a wild bear he would have decided to grapple to prove to a lady friend how strong he was - she'd mourn him), he figured he had a right. Besides, his life had ended rather ironically at the age of twenty-one, thanks, at the hands of some pretty thing who had suddenly decided he'd make the perfect "eternal companion" or something. Of course, that had been before said companion had suddenly disappeared, and immediately afterwards his very confused past self had been pulled into a discussion he didn't intend to forget soon.
In short, the number one rule was to not draw negative attention to himself. And, naturally, Elijah was proud enough to say he failed at it. At least in small terms. He wasn't quite as dim as people believed, thanks.
Standing to his full height, Elijah ran a hand through his hair, not even trying to stop the grin that spread across his face as he observed the other people mingling in the streets - mostly members of his own division (and by that he meant the distinguished Downworlders, of which he was happily and irrevocably a part of), which made him feel slightly more at home, if that was even possible (and it totally was - he freaking loved it here).
Humming to himself, Elijah began to walk, mentally running through a list of songs - folk and not - that came to his mind.
Right step, an old folk song from the prairies.
Left step, a ballad from an old television show about castaways on an island.
Fifth step, a song from a Finnish band about soldiers.
Fifteenth step, a Russian song about brothers he had heard someone singing offhandedly at a cafe table. Naturally, he had only heard one word, but hey, when you were this amazing, that's all you needed.
Winking at a random passerby (and sadly, she was too prudish to return it), Elijah turned into an alley, familiarizing himself with it even though he had seen a million other identical ones in the span of his city life. You've seen one, you've seen them all - stop being so utterly fascinated by such juvenile things, Elijah! said the voice in his head, accented as per usual. Elijah snickered.
But ignoring things takes the fun out of life! After all, if one was fated to life forever, why not to the best of one's capabilities?
For another two-hundred or so.
Frickin' score!
Still, either way, he was definitely bored right now - and hey, after what he thought a considerable amount of time living (especially since he had predicted his own lifespan to end at the age of twenty-four at the hands of a wild bear he would have decided to grapple to prove to a lady friend how strong he was - she'd mourn him), he figured he had a right. Besides, his life had ended rather ironically at the age of twenty-one, thanks, at the hands of some pretty thing who had suddenly decided he'd make the perfect "eternal companion" or something. Of course, that had been before said companion had suddenly disappeared, and immediately afterwards his very confused past self had been pulled into a discussion he didn't intend to forget soon.
In short, the number one rule was to not draw negative attention to himself. And, naturally, Elijah was proud enough to say he failed at it. At least in small terms. He wasn't quite as dim as people believed, thanks.
Standing to his full height, Elijah ran a hand through his hair, not even trying to stop the grin that spread across his face as he observed the other people mingling in the streets - mostly members of his own division (and by that he meant the distinguished Downworlders, of which he was happily and irrevocably a part of), which made him feel slightly more at home, if that was even possible (and it totally was - he freaking loved it here).
Humming to himself, Elijah began to walk, mentally running through a list of songs - folk and not - that came to his mind.
Right step, an old folk song from the prairies.
Left step, a ballad from an old television show about castaways on an island.
Fifth step, a song from a Finnish band about soldiers.
Fifteenth step, a Russian song about brothers he had heard someone singing offhandedly at a cafe table. Naturally, he had only heard one word, but hey, when you were this amazing, that's all you needed.
Winking at a random passerby (and sadly, she was too prudish to return it), Elijah turned into an alley, familiarizing himself with it even though he had seen a million other identical ones in the span of his city life. You've seen one, you've seen them all - stop being so utterly fascinated by such juvenile things, Elijah! said the voice in his head, accented as per usual. Elijah snickered.
But ignoring things takes the fun out of life! After all, if one was fated to life forever, why not to the best of one's capabilities?