Post by AARON MICHEAL ASHTON on Jun 15, 2010 21:39:27 GMT
aaron micheal ashton , -----------------------
------------------------------------------------------ ONE HUNDRED & TWO , VAMPIRE , MAFIA , IMPULSIVE.
"WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? ALWAYS THE
FIRST TO ARGUE. OR NEVER DOWN TO STICK YOUR
NECK OUT BECAUSE IT HURTS YOU FAR TOO MUCH."
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"It's alright, Becky, I'm... I'm coming home now."
[pause]
"They said there's nothing else they can do for me, sweety. I'm so sorry..."
[longer pause]
"Everything... everything will be okay honey, I promise. It was all be... okay..."
"You look sick."
[woman stops mid-sentence, glancing around the secluded parking lot]
"Who- who's there?"
"You look sick."
"Mom...? Mom, are you there...?"
"Who are you? What do you want?"
[aaron stands up from a chair, stepping closer to the filtered light of a street lamp]
"I have what you need.
[the woman stops walking, staring at the evading 'punk']
"And what would that be?"
"I have a cure."
[the woman is thrown off by the statement, the hand holding her phone falling limply at her side]
"Mom...?"
"A ...a cure? How is that possible"
"Anything's possible."
[recognition flashes across her face]
"You're a vampi--"
[the woman's voice suddenly catches her throat, and she is suddenly thrown into a violent coughing fit. aaron waits patiently for her to finish. finally, it subsides and she deftly wipes blood onto her pants]
"I'll give you the cure in exchange for just one little thing..."
[the woman stumbles back as he starts to step forward, her eyes widening]
"Just one little thing..."
[aaron whispers the last part, overcoming her quickly in a few quick strides. the woman's look of fear soon starts to fade]
"Okay."
j o u r n a l entry one
i believe there's a reason behind why we are alive. that we are all produced, wrapped, and packaged for a greater purpose, you know? in my case, that would be to hunt. i can hunt anything; humans, vampires, rabbits. anything. i don't know what attracts me to tracking; maybe its the mystery. the challenge. i want meat i have to chase first. it's something i'm good at. its instinct. that's the only way i can really explain it, other than someone must have cut my head open, jammed a 'gps' into my skull, and stitched it up without me noticing. i can see the paths these people take. pathfinding, i think it's called. it's as if the map is layed out, where I just have to mentally highlight where they are, where they're going. and then I go after them.
j o u r n a l entry two
p arty toni%ght. totally buuzzed aklg;asr feels\ nnice
j o u r n a l entry three
my god, my head hurts like hell. Damn you, tequila.
j o u r n a l entry four
hey, i'm sure you mised my insightful remarks as of late. So here's a quote to make up for it:
"A freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother." haha. get it?
j o u r n a l entry five
so i've been thinking. how vampires are illegal, and all. how it's affected my life. actually, i think the humans were pretty fucking smart to create that law. at least they have us at bay. i mean, if they didn't make that law, they'd probably be the ones cowering in forests and caves from us monsters by now. but since they made the first move, it's the other way around. we're the ones cowering in fear. pretty. fucking. smart. there's one problem, though. we're above them on the food chain. literally. how long are the krill going to keep the whale shaking in its boots until it realizes it's a whale? how long are the mice going to tie down the owl? it's just a matter of time before nature takes its course, and until then, the mafia will give them a run for their money.
j o u r n a l entry six
squirrel keeps running across my roof. it's messed with the wrong guy, man.
f i v e first songs on itunes
Kids - MGMT
1901 - Phoenix
In The Next Room- Neon Trees
Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
Fight With Tools - Flobots
HI, MY NAME IS TYLER. I'M SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR THREE YEARS. YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM/CBOX/AND POSSIBLY AIM IF I GET AROUND TO MAKING ONE AND I ALSO PLAY NOBODY. I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY WOOT.
MADE BY LILLY CAN'T BE TAMED OF CAUTION 2.0.
