Post by LANDON ALEXANDER BRIGHT on Jun 6, 2010 5:57:05 GMT
landon alexander bright , -----------------------
------------------------------------------------------ SIXTY EIGHT , VAMPIRE , NEUTRAL , ENERGETIC.
"I'M GUNNA MAKE YOU BEND AND BREAK. SAY A PRAYER BUT LET THE GOOD
TIMES ROLL, IN CASE GOD DOESN'T SHOW ----------------------------------------------"
[/font]IN HIS POCKETS?!
electric blue ipod nano. old crappy phone that's almost broken. keys to car and apartment. wallet with id and thirty dollars. two pieces of chewing gum. four candy wrappers. one empty gum sheet. one black sharpie. torn piece of paper with a note.
LAST THINGS BOUGHT?!
01. five gum - green.
02. pack of redvines.
03. pack of cigarettes.
04. can of beer.
05. sharpie.
06. pocket knife.
07. ticket for train.
DEATH NOTICE?!
It is with a great amount of sorrow, that we pronounce Landon Alexander Bright deceased. He has gone to a better place, and we wish him all the best. His body was never found, but his car was found submerged in a lake just outside of London. He will be greatly missed, and nobody will forget his name.
March 12th 1942 - June 10th 1962
June 21st 1962
"this is nicole james, reporting for channel three news. it's currently six in the evening, and i am standing outside of the bright resident just outside of london. it has been a week and four days since the disappearance of the young, twenty year old, landon bright. yesterday, the young man's car was found submerged into the lacian lake just outside of town, but his body was not found. he is now presumed dead. chief of police, samuel beckett, told the station earlier that there was no evidence that landon ever escaped from the car, but there were peculiar slash marks across the drivers door. he still may be alive, but the chances of that outcome are not very good. thank you. this was nicole james, reporting live."
CONVERSATION OVERDUE?!
"oh god. my head's killing me... wait, where am i? who are you?"
"i saved your life. be grateful."
"you.. what? i thought i was drowning! one second i was-"
"i pulled you from the car."
"but, why?"
"because i could, idiot. don't make me regret it."
"well... why is my throat burning? must be the water."
"um. no. it wouldn't be that."
"uh.. what?"
"i sort of changed you."
"changed me how?"
"you're a vampire."
LIKE A SAD STORY?!
Dear Sierra,
I'm sorry, first off. Sorry for what I did, and sorry for hurting you. I promise I didn't mean too. I get carried away sometimes, like now. And I'm sorry if you can't read this. Thirty years of writing and you'd think I'd be a little bit better instead of scrawling all over the page, you know? I should stop rambling, this wasn't the point of this letter.
I'm sorry when you wake up alone, with that god damn mark on your neck. I didn't mean too, I swear. I never meant to hurt you, or change your life. But I have. You're like me now. You're a vampire. And I'm sorry. Maybe you'll like it. The eternally life, eternal beauty, the grace. But those are the only things. I'm sorry about the hunger, the craving, wanting to kill anyone within a five mile radius. That's what I'm sorry for.
Maybe you'll like it more than I do. I've gotten used to it. I couldn't face you, another thing I'm sorry for. I didn't want you to freak out, to hurt me like everyone else has. So, I left. Early. I'm sorry about the blood on your bed, but you'd clean that up anyways. I feel like such a dick, but that's what I am - so I guess it's okay. I hope that one day, you'll thank me. I hope you won't hate me forever.
But that's a lot to ask for.
So I'd understand if you did.
Good luck, Sierra.
from Landon.
HI, MY NAME IS HEART!. I'M FOURTEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FIVE YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM/CBOX/AIM AND I ALSO PLAY LUCE CAMPBELL. I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY ILY.[/JUSTIFY]
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