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| Topic Started: Sunday, 3. November 2013, 23:23 (227 Views) | |
| Victoria Scott | Sunday, 3. November 2013, 23:23 Post #1 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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She seated again in the bar stool that had become hers after so many hours on it. The Night Tripper seemed like her new home too, so much that she was starting to consider renting the basement of the pub as her daily hostel. Anyway she would spend the nights either walking down the labyrinthine streets of London, not yet familiar to her, or sitting in the bar waiting for someone. The kindreds of this city seemed to have a predilection for shadowy pubs as meeting points, or at least the ones she had managed to meet so far. This time at least she didn't had to cross a bunch of metal detectors as well as many other forms of security for a 5 minute meeting at the Elysium, like in DC. She took a sip of her whisky, a little one, just to wet her bruised lips and taste the burning auburn drink but not swallowing the liquid that by all means would make her puke. She hadn't hidden her corpse-like features that night with any make up, as the bar was hardly ever visited by aliens, showing like proud scars of her old age and unlife. Another customer entered the pub, again not matching Kiara's portrait. And she had thought "long black hair, tall, looks like a drifter" was a common description among kindreds. There were many chances of the man not showing up at the Tripper that night. Johnny Cash was singing his "Hurt" through the speakers, a tune as beautiful and deppresing as the autumn sifting into London streets. The last song before he died, so different to the ones he, young and defiant, used to sing. Listening to the lyrics it seemed a painful portrait of her. I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear. You are someone else I am still right here She was older than Johnny, but still alive. Kind of. That made her feel old and exhausted. She listened carefully, diving into the weeping chords of the guitar and Cash's deep elder voice, so much that she couldn't hear the sound of the door welcoming the man. |
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