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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 21, 2018 2:41:47 GMT -5
β½Boopβ½Finn startled, not realizing that the book had been upside-down the entire time. Wow, he was an idiot...
He stared up at the hand the Chris offered him, hesitant to take it. Christopher was a vampire, so could he really just grab his hand like that? They were enemies, they should be fighting...but this was a public library, and Christopher was not acting like Finn's enemy. Tentatively, the werewolf reached up his right hand to grasp the vampire's, but then winced at the pain in his shoulder and quickly reached with his left hand instead.
Once he was on his feet, he immediately moved his hand away from Christopher's. Then he recovered the book and toboggan that had landed on the floor, securing his trusty hat back over his brown locks. "I-I'll have you know," he stuttered slightly, his brow furrowed in mock irritation. "That reading upside-down is an art. It requires a lot of skill. I was practicing, you see." Oh, what was he saying. Of course he knew Chris worked here. The vampire had mentioned it, on that night of the Halloween party. And then drove him here.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Nov 21, 2018 2:46:26 GMT -5
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ Spencer's ears flattened behind her head as the strange man began to approach her. This was really suspicious; any normal person wouldn't have a good reason to be out here so late at night. And it seemed no one else was in sight, either. Not to mention - why was this guy so calm? She was a wolf! Even if she was smaller than her brother, she was still much bigger than regular wolves. Nobody in their right mind would be standing so assuredly at the sight, let alone approach her.
Her shoulders hunched, tense. She wasn't sure what to do, since she'd never encountered anyone in her wolf form before. But she didn't like this.You smell weird. Stay away from me. Her lips curled back, showing gleaming white fangs. She didn't make a move, but a low warning growl could just barely be heard from her jaws.
α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄Christopher noticed how Finn winced before grabbing his hand. That shoulder must still be bothering him. he thought unbidden, before he realized how strangely sympathetic he felt about it. He shouldn't be hoping for a werewolf to recover from a bite wound he inflicted, that was just stupid. Nevertheless, Chris still felt a little bit of guilt about that. It was admittedly difficult to see this guy for the snarling werewolf he really was when he appeared to be such an adorable moron at the moment.
Like, the way he was still trying to convince Chris that he was actually here to read, and not because he was stalking. Growling beast? No way. Adorable boy? Definitely. Christopher stood up straight again and gave him a look, an eyebrow quirked in suspicion. "Riiiight." he drawled, his arms folding across his chest. He still had that soft smirk on his face. "Tell me, what made you decide to...practice, today? In this library you don't frequent. Where I work." The game was up for Finn; Christopher wasn't buying any of his silly excuses.
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Post by bullets on Nov 21, 2018 20:29:52 GMT -5
( y'all can freeze/free your characters, idk if i'll have time this week to respond : ( )
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 22, 2018 1:06:46 GMT -5
(If I don't get any responses up tonight, then it'll be done the day after tomorrow ^^)
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Nov 22, 2018 14:24:28 GMT -5
α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ Blaze saw it the moment she noticed him, and the delicate flare of her nostrils told him she knew what he was. The message she sent, which he received loud and clear, also said as much. He didnβt really care, and had every intention of walking by without acknowledging her, but then sheβ¦ winked at him?
Blaze stopped, gaze on her with unwavering intensity. He wasnβt entirely sure why he stopped, or what he intended to do, but the predator in him felt the challenge in her stare and refused to back down from it. He canted his head, and a challenge of his own entered his eyes as he held her gaze. What do you want me to do next? β½Boopβ½ Ren instantly stopped walking, and his head canted to the side as he took in her reaction and read what it meant. She was confused, nervous, and afraid. Not of him, he was pretty sure; just the situation in general, which only confirmed his earlier suspicion. She didnβt know what he was, but her instincts knew not to trust him, and she didnβt want him anywhere near her.
Understandable. He may have looked like a simple human, but he wasnβt. And his bahaviour certainly wasnβt very human-like either. That was probably what was causing her the confusion. Most humans were not bold enough to approach a stray dog, let alone a wolf her size.
If he got any closer acting like he was, she would either run or attack. He wasnβt interested in a chase - he was fast, but the forest was her domain, and he knew better than to race a fleeing werewolf - and a fight wasnβt appealing either. He could probably survive, if not win (she wasnβt exactly the biggest werewolf heβd gone up against), but that wasnβt part of the dare. He had to touch her without fighting. As in, pet her. Like a dog.
The prospect suddenly felt much more daunting. But it also gave him an idea. If she was looking at him, expecting a human, then he would give her one.
Standing in a patch of moonlight like she was, she wasnβt hard to see, so he couldnβt pretend he hadnβt seen her as what she is. But humans had this habit of seeing not what was right in front of them, but what they wanted to see. So he felt he could sell this.
His eyes went wide and he stumbled back a step, tripping over his own feet and almost tumbling to the ground. βHoly shit, that is a wolf,β he gasped, breathing excellerating. βShit,β he whispered, looking around frantically for an escape. βShit.β
He looked at her again, eyes wide and frightened. And that was the hard part. Werewolves had very keen senses. He could looked utterly terrified all day long, but if he didnβt smell afraid, she wasnβt likely to buy it. Ren was hard to scare, but he wasnβt entirely immune to the emotion. There were still things in this world that scared him, few as they were, and he thought about all of them then, remembered what it was like to go up against those things that scared him, until he could smell his own fear-scent. Hopefully, it would be enough to fool her.
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 23, 2018 15:26:06 GMT -5
(Okay, I'm back now and will get responses up hopefully soon ^^ )
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 23, 2018 16:00:19 GMT -5
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ Catherine stopped completely once she saw that her actions managed to rile the werewolf somewhat. She glanced briefly at the sinking sun; it wouldn't be long, but still a little while until the sun would disappear completely. She had time. Perhaps Catherine could toy with him a little? "Didn't think I'd see a stray dog wandering around this late in the evening," the vampire said with a contradictory honeyed voice. She flashed another smile, freely showing her fangs. "Are you lost?" Her blue eyes glittered with mischief.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Nov 23, 2018 23:00:43 GMT -5
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ (It's a bit shorter than I wanted but I'm still in a food coma so thinking is h a r d) The man suddenly changed stance, showing a much more fearful demeanor than just a second ago. It was quite jarring really, which was why Spencer immediately stopped growling in surprise. She straightened up, ears perked, head cocked. Why would this guy start freaking out all of a sudden, when he was so confident before? Maybe heβd thought she was a dog or something at first. Like, a really big dog? That would be stupid, but at least it made sense. Either way, now he seemed quite terrified, and very well aware that she wasnβt some ordinary dog. Even if he didnβt seem to know what she really was.
He seemed like he wanted to flee. It was weird, but in a way it gave Spencer more confidence. This smelly man probably wouldnβt attack her, so maybe she could give in to her curiosity a bit before he ran away. She wanted to figure out exactly what made him smell so weird.
She tentatively took a step forward, and then another, and another, her nose twitching as she kept trying to analyze the scent. Soon she was much closer, almost right in front of him. But no matter how much she sniffed, she couldnβt quite place that unfamiliar smell. Just what ARE you?
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 24, 2018 1:17:54 GMT -5
( ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ is accepted, welcome! You're free to rp, and your characters will be added soon ^^)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Nov 24, 2018 2:00:17 GMT -5
(Hey drift!! Got plenty of characters open if ya wanna rp)
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ on Nov 24, 2018 12:20:36 GMT -5
((Thank you! That would be great))
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Nov 24, 2018 13:20:34 GMT -5
(I've got Brooke, Julian, and Fione. Brooke's a vampire and the other two are humans)
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ on Nov 24, 2018 13:41:26 GMT -5
((hhh I wanna try Haru first, but I dont know who to choose qwq))
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 24, 2018 16:07:38 GMT -5
( Nightwisher is accepted, welcome! I'll add your characters soon, so you can go ahead and rp. Let's see...I think everyone who's active here has open characters, that being me, Boop, Dakoda, and Drift ^^)
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Nov 24, 2018 17:49:38 GMT -5
α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ Blaze snickered, actually snickered, at her words, and rolled his eyes skyward. βWow. Never heard that one before.β He pinned her with his bright gaze. βI would have thought a being asβ¦ old as you would have more original insults.β He ambled a step closer, lips curving in challenge. He did not blink or even acknowledge her flash of fangs, though his inner wolf wanted to bare its own fangs in response. He ignored the desire and simply canted his head as he awaited her response, looking calm and unruffled. Which, technically, he was. It would take a lot more than her calling him a dog to get his hackles up.
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Nov 24, 2018 17:51:57 GMT -5
β½Boopβ½ ( LOL, understandable. xD )
Ren felt a thrill when she started moving toward him, but he quickly smothered it with another fear-filled memory. He tensed his whole body, as if contemplating fleeing, even as he allowed it to shake slightly in βfear.β He knew he would never be able to outrun a werewolf, and that attempting it could bring out her hunting instincts, but would a human know that? Some might, but not everyone. So he supposed the real question was: did she expect him to run?
Wolf expressions were nearly impossible to read, but he thought he could see curiosity in her gaze. The way she approached him, with that twitchy nose and those careful steps, lent strength to that idea. So she was curious. Because of his behaviour? No, it was more of that. Something more specific -
My scent, he realized. She was curious about his scent, the one part of his supernatural identity that he could not alter or hide. It was a good thing his amber eyes often hid the red that surfaced after so long without feeding, because it was currently surrounding his pupils. But if she didn't know what he was, he doubted she would know to search his eyes for that telltale red ring.
She was close now, and he knew that human instincts would be screaming at him to run. He stayed where he was, careful not to let his body become preternaturally still. And though his instincts - the instincts of a predator - roared against it, he dropped his gaze from her face to her paws, a gesture of submission that went against his very nature. But it was what a human would do, if they knew enough about wolves to know running was futile. But he remained ready, not to run as she would likely assume, but to fight if she turned hostile.
He really hoped she didnβt.
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ on Nov 24, 2018 21:18:18 GMT -5
β½Boopβ½ gah, they are all so good! But I think Ill do Brooke))
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Nov 25, 2018 0:05:30 GMT -5
( ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ alright, sounds good! And sorry I haven't been around much today, I've been super sleepy lol. I can get a starter up whenever my creative energy comes back, or if you have an idea already and if you want to you can start.)
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ on Nov 25, 2018 0:24:08 GMT -5
β½Boopβ½ you got it and that's fine, take your time. Im actually pretty busy at the moment, but I will be free soon.))
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 25, 2018 0:32:43 GMT -5
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ Catherine's smile only grew wider as she stared amusingly at the werewolf. "You wound me," she said with obvious fake hurt in her voice. "How would you know how old I am? Just because I'm a--well, you know--doesn't mean I have to be old." She gave a small coy laugh. Then she waved a dismissive hand. "Don't mind me. I'm just a little hungry tonight, so forgive me if my humor is a bit off." (Sorry my post is garbage, I'm trying to think of potential plot ideas for these two. Do you have anything in mind? If not, no worries ^^ ) β½Boopβ½ Finn could see that his dumb excuses weren't working on the vampire. He sighed, tugging subconsciously on his hat, a habit he always had. "Well, I was..." He was a bit at a loss for words. What was the real reason he had come here? And why would he tell this vampire, of all people?
Finn turned to look at Christopher. The more he saw him, and thought about him, the more Finn realized that he didn't hate the vampire. He just couldn't. Which instead, fueled something else inside him. Curiosity. Christopher had done something that Finn never thought a vampire would do, and that was help him. So now, thoughts and questions were bubbling in the werewolf's mind.
"I wanted to thank you again," he said, green gaze falling away to stare at the nearby bookshelves instead of the man in front of him. "For patching up my shoulder. And...I wanted to ask you some questions."
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Nov 25, 2018 0:52:26 GMT -5
α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ Hmm... Well, do you want it to be a romance-based plot, or just a general plot that has the potential for anything between them?
Blaze would have doubted her words even if her "hurt" wasn't so obviously faked. He inched closer, a predator closing in on his prey. He did not care that she was no meek rabbit; rather, she was like a panther, disguised as a housecat. "Forgive me," he said, his sincerity as false as her hurt. "I did not realize your kind were so sensitive." He was close enough now to see her eyes clearly beneath the umbrella, and he saw the proof of her final words. "Hm," he hummed. "I suppose that is your destination this night." He was glad he'd stopped her. Now he had the choice to keep from hurting anyone. He just had to find out if a life was in danger, or if blood loss would be the only real danger this night.
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 25, 2018 13:35:24 GMT -5
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ Romance is fine with me, though that probably shouldn't be the main plot. I'll try to get a response up for you today depending on how free I am ^^ Nightwisher I have two open characters, Ryushi and Daniel, if you'd like to rp? )
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Post by Nightwisher on Nov 25, 2018 14:29:40 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Danielle mused to herself as she looked over the clothes she'd pulled from her closet. She was already wearing her jeans, but she wanted to find the right sweater to go with them. To the untrained eye, they may have looked the same: black, long sleeved, turtle necks. However, to the vampire's knowing eyes, they were different shades and different materials. Finally, Danielle decided upon a dark gray cashmere that seemed a bit baggy for her thin frame. She slipped it on over her head, pulling her hair from the neck before she checked herself in the mirror. She posed in two different stances and then nodded. "Perfect." She put the other sweaters away and slipped into her knee high, black and white converse before grabbing a dark purple parasol and heading out the door.
She made her way to a park near by her home, a favorite of hers. Her backpack slung over her shoulder. Her white ear buds were in her ears, playing Bach's Cello Suite Number 1, a small smile played at her lips at the sound of the music. That was one thing she adored about being a vampire, due to her enhanced hearing, the music seemed so much purer than it had when she'd been human. Though, there were very few things Danielle liked about being undead.
When the seemingly eighteen year old made it to the park, she placed herself underneath a nice shade tree where she would be safe without the parasol. Once she was settled, she opened her backpack and pulled out a sketchbook, two pencils, and a set of colored pencils on the off chance she made it to the coloring portion of her project. With her music still playing in her ears, Danielle soon found herself lost to the rest of the world as her imagination took over, her hand seeming to dance across the page.
_________________________________________ ~Danny Warren~ Location: A Park Interactions: N/A Mentions: N/A _________________________________________________________________________________ Wesley scratched behind his ear as he looked over the slushy machine in the convenient store near his apartment. They had recently gotten a new flavor and was trying to decide whether or not he would be adventurous today, or go with his regular flavor. After a good minute of deliberating, Wesley grabbed the largest size cup and placed it under the Coke flavored slushy dispenser. Maybe he would be adventurous another day. He promptly paid for the drink and headed out into the town, seeing what it would offer him today.
For the most part, it had seemed rather boring. He'd only moved here in the past week, but so far he wasn't quite taken with the town. Though, maybe once he actually met a few people it would start to be more appealing. Until then, he would have to suffer in silence. About half a slushy later, Wesley was sitting on a bench down town, lighting one of his cigarettes. He wrinkled his nose at the initial smell and taste of the cancer stick. Ever since he'd been bitten, smoking had started to become unappealing. Not enough for him to quit, but enough for him to consider it, which was something at least. He looked around at his surroundings, taking in the sights he had already started to memorize. He exhaled, the smoke coming out through his nose.
_________________________________________ ~Wesley Owens~ Location: Down Town Interactions: N/A Mentions: N/A
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Nov 25, 2018 16:38:12 GMT -5
Okie dokie! No rush; I'll brainstorm a couple plot ideas in the meantime. ;D
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Nov 25, 2018 23:51:45 GMT -5
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ Spencer stalked forward until she was right in front of the frightened male, sniffing him. She figured heβd be pretty frozen with fear right about now, so as long as she didnβt appear too threatening he probably wouldnβt lash out or anything. Or, well, thatβs what she assumed. To be perfectly honest, she couldnβt really predict othersβ actions that well since she wasnβt the type to make a lot of friends. But she knew if she were in his position, sheβd be pretty frozen right now. So it made sense.
She sniffed the manβs sleeve, his shoes, etc, but she still couldnβt come up with an answer for the weird smell coming from him. And not knowing frustrated her, of course. She had half a mind to berate the guy. For a moment she forgot that she was a wolf who couldnβt speak, so when she tried to say βExplain yourself!β it came out as a βBARK!β
...Oh no. Sheβd done it now. She froze then, her head erected and eyes widened in shock. α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ Well, now it was Christopherβs turn to be nervous. His fingers tapped at the sides of his jeans, and had he blood in his body he would have blushed. So Finn wasnβt just here to stalk him, he wanted to...thank him? That was rather...nice. Chris had expected to never see the werewolf again after what happened. Maybe Finn was a little different from what he thought. His hand reached up to rub the back of his head, a nervous habit. βAh, that was nothing really. I mean, itβs my fault you got hurt anyway.β He too looked away, gaze moving at a point to the left but not seeing it.
Now, the questions. Christopher was a little surprised that Finn was curious about him, and perhaps a bit flattered, but he was also feeling cautious about all of this. His...status...was supposed to be a secret between him, Brooke, and her. He already goofed up big time by accidentally revealing himself to Finn, and now the wolf-boy wanted to sniff around his workplace and find out more about him?
So naturally, he was a little wary. Though he supposed it wouldnβt be much of a problem as long as he was careful. He would tell Finn whatever he could comfortably share, and then maybe the young manβs curiosity would be satisfied. He glanced back at the other manβs face again. βAlright, wolf. I suppose I could answer some, if youβre that curious.β He gestured to the table where Finn had been βreadingβ. βWould you sit down?β ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ Brooke sighed as she walked briskly down the hallway, straightening her lab coat. It had been a stressful day dealing with her patients and coworkers, and she was ready to go out and have a drink.
...Or she would, if she were living.
Another sigh. That was one thing she missed about having blood in her veins, the ability to taint that blood with alcohol whenever she wanted to have a good time. But there was no use in crying over spilt milk...or rather, spilt blood. It was best to remain optimistic about the long, sober life ahead of her. (I know Iβm making her sound like an alcoholic but sheβs not I promise lmao)
Finally she got collected her things and clocked out, and stepped outside of the hospital into the crisp October air. Well, at least I can still enjoy this chilly autumn breeze. She thought as she began walking.(I wasn't sure where to start, but I figured since it's Brooke she'd probably be at a hospital, right?)
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Post by ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ on Nov 26, 2018 1:15:46 GMT -5
β½Boopβ½ lmao, I think its good place to start!)) Haru stretched his sore arms as he began his daily walk out in the streets, enjoying the cool air that hits his half-covered face. When it comes to moments like this, he tries to savor it as much as he can, especially if he has to be cooped up in his house for a while. As he kept walking, he couldn't help but keep sniffing that crisp air around him and enjoy the taste of faint firewood. It was amazing to the point where his stomach immediately growled.
Right. That was a thing. Haru sighed and soon enough his relaxing day became torture, why did he forget to have something before he began his walk. It's days like this small where he is starting to believe that he is becoming, dare he thinks it, 'old.' Maybe a quick bite from an animal can help quench the hunger for a bit, he decided and head on his way to look for a small rodent.((sorry if I responded late, was busy for a bit))
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 26, 2018 17:48:05 GMT -5
(Okay guys! I'm here and gonna try and get responses up. I'll probably do them one at a time, so if you haven't gotten a response in a while, I'm not ignoring you! I just haven't gotten to you yet ^^ Also I'm really sorry, just been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately)
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄α΄α΄α΄Ιͺα΄ on Nov 26, 2018 18:47:14 GMT -5
Nightwisher The crisp autumn air was barely felt by Daniel as he jogged through the city park, the wind whistling in his ears. A mixture of orange-leafed and bare trees passed him by, and Daniel had to admit that if it weren't currently the chilly season, this park would probably look a lot more vibrant and colorful. Not that he minded the way things were now. Autumn meant less people were outside, which meant that he wouldn't have to deal with crowds. It had its perks.
Jogging on the main road, he passed by a particularly shaded tree that still had most of its leaves, albeit they too were turning into a collage of browns, yellows, and reds. There was a girl sitting under this tree, and she appeared to be the same age as Daniel. He wouldn't have paid much attention were it not for the fact that there was an umbrella on the ground next to her.
Wait, it wasn't supposed to rain today. Why the hell would she have an umbrella? A suspicious thought fluttered faintly through his mind, but it was quickly interrupted as the ground suddenly rose up to meet his face. "Shit," he cursed as his body sprawled painfully onto the asphalt. Apparently, he had gotten himself distracted enough to trip. And right in front of the girl with the parasol, too.
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