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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 18, 2008 23:17:34 GMT -5
Brock sat on the bench on one of the city's many subway trains. He had gone to the other side of New York to take care of a little "business" he had involving a group of vampires. Now those vampires were "exterminated", as he liked to put it, and it wasen't for kicks. The vamps he had taken care of had planned on taking out an entire pack of werewolves, something Brock couldn't tolerate. As the alpha of his species, it was his duty to protect his kind and ensure their survival. Yet this also brought a massive bounty upon him and he always traveled with a firearm or two. How he got past security with them, that was his little secret. Now he was getting a ride back to his side of the city, and once there, he'd try and find some time to relax.
Brock took a glance around the subway train, and it was the usual. From business people in suits, to the homeless looking for a simple ride. It was then that the train came to a stop at his station and he stepped off. Only moments later, others rushed in and the subway went to it's next destination. For now, Brock wasen't looking to head straight home, so he leaned up against a wall and watched as the foot traffic of New York went by. He loved this city, but like every city, it had it's flaws. The main one being it's crime rate, and he didn't mean human upon human. Here, hunters went after werebeasts and vampires whenever they could, and some werebeasts even hunted each other.
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Post by ms on Sept 18, 2008 23:49:29 GMT -5
Colin was having another Robin Hood day. He was hungry, and didn’t want to take too much. Just, enough to get him something hot. Not body heat warm, but hot. Maybe lamb tonight, been a long time since he had had something sweet. Yawning he stood, holding the bars to lead himself out as the mass of people left with him. Being pushed and shoved a bit because he was slower, he had time to catch the smell of the people. This one had a drug problem, this one liked cats. Someone to his right had the smell of two women on him.
People coved themselves with perfumes and body sprays, forgetting that they had a natural smell to them. One that Colin picked up very quickly as a wolf, and very strongly as one that is blind. Making his way to the wall, he caught a smell that interested him.
Wolf.
“Hello?” Not too far away either…
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 0:03:21 GMT -5
Brock continued to watch as the humans came and went. Only soon after did he pick up the scent of a fellow wolf, and this brought him to take a quick sniff of the air. His eyes darted to the source of the smell, and he quickly picked him out from the rest of the crowd. When the fellow wolf spoke, he pushed himself away from the wall and up to the being. "Good to see more of my kind here instead of humans all the time."
Of course, the ones that went by were far too busy to catch any words that came out of Brock's mouth. So he wasen't worried about saying my kind or humans. Yet if he said it anywhere else where they would be paying a little more attention, he'd probably be thought of as crazy. Some humans believed in the existance of werewolves, werelions, and all the works, while others didn't. It was just how things worked, and Brock had very little control over that.
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Post by ms on Sept 19, 2008 12:38:04 GMT -5
He was a wolf! Colin’s heart leapt at the thought of someone being there that could understand. Smiling happily he took a step closer, sighing slightly as the mass of people died down enough to let him breathe without learning about all their problems.
“Very nice, about time there were more of us in the city. Who are you stranger, and what brings you to the underground?”
(Blah…)
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 14:04:27 GMT -5
"Yea, too many other wereanimals around...and humans." Then when he asked who he was, Brock smiled. "The name's Brock, Meer if you want a last name. But I'm just here to get back to my side of the city where I live." If Brock would have walked, it would've taken him quite awhile, even as a werewolf. With that being said, his truck was at home, so driving was out of the picture. Taking the subway was the only real option left, and he didn't mind that at all.
Then a smirk came across Brock's face as he thought of the other reason why he liked to be around subway. "And hey, there's vampires that like to lurk around down here. If you get lucky, you just might be able to catch a meal." Brock wasen't the kind to take to eating innocent human beings, so his main prey was vampires, and the not so innocent humans, aka hunters.
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Post by ms on Sept 19, 2008 14:20:37 GMT -5
Colin’s face drained of all color as Brock mentioned vampires, and turned ashen when he said about eating them. a cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of eating dead flesh like that… vampires were dead, but they were still living. It weireded him out and made him sick. Leaning heavily against the wall he hoped to high heaven that there were none here right now.
“How… you eat them?! so cold, and the smell of the hundreds the eat…” Colin was not feeling too well at the thought.
(Blarg… Colin’s not being nice today.)
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 14:27:18 GMT -5
"Well, I guess it's a lot like the association of eating sushi. People think all it is is dead fish, but if they tasted it, they'd see that it's more than that." Brock wasen't much of a sushi person, though he did eat it every now and then. "They just taste like any other raw meat, nothing different about it." That was the truth, and Brock loved raw meat. He also loved to eat the older vampires, as they were like wine. The older the better.
Elder vampires had more flavor, plus they posed more of a challenge in battle. Yet as Brock took another glance around the subway, he couldn't pick up anyway traces of a vampire. "If you're concerned about, there aren't any vampires around." He said with a small laugh. "Besides, I wouldn't go dart off to eat one while talking to someone else." If the situation arose where a vamp walked in, he'd just ignore it and keep up his conversation.
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Post by ms on Sept 19, 2008 14:59:11 GMT -5
Vampires defied the laws of nature, and because of that Colin had the problem. Swallowing a bit he tried to ignore the idea of eating them, hoping to distract himself with something else. Maybe it was more the idea of having to fight them first, who knew.
“Well, Brock, at least you don’t just bound off. Call me Coin. You, um, been a werewolf long?” He didn’t want to lose a wolf, not after just finding one. But at the same time he did not want to hear about vampires. Ick, just sent shivers!
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 15:38:43 GMT -5
Brock laughed when Colin mentioned him not bounding off. "Yea, it'd be rude for me to do that." Then came the question on whether or not he's been a werewolf for long. This brought a smirk to his face and it brought back some memories. "Born one." He simply said. "I'm exactly three hundred years old as of this year." He snickered and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"The humans don't know that though, they think I'm only about 30." As the humans walked about around them, not a single one seemed to catch what he said. They had their own business to attend to, and others around them didn't matter at all. Yet that's how New York was, and Brock had grown plenty use to it. He was born and raised in Philadelphia, a city buzzing with life.
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Post by ms on Sept 19, 2008 15:51:24 GMT -5
(Wait… Philadelphia wasn’t around 300 years ago…)
Wow… simply wow. Three hundred years born?! He knew people lived a long time once they got bitten, but this guys was three hundred! That put Colin’s little one twenty to shame by far. Colin prided himself on being here when the Empire State Building was opened, when world wars started and ended, when the United States got all fifty states! But three hundred years… how much had this guy seen?! It was like a history lesson waiting to happen. He had been here for the revolution, seen event after event happen.
“Thr-Three hundred years?! But, but, then you’ve been here, doing stuff, and and… wow…” Colin couldn’t even put into words what he was feeling. “What was it like?! What did you see, what did you do?” Didn’t stop him from being curious.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 16:10:35 GMT -5
OOC: Founded in 1682. XD
Brock laughed a little. "There wasn't much to do back then, and a good part of my past isn't that pretty." Brock didn't mind talking much about it, but his past was painful. Yet he pushed all that aside and put his thoughts to something else. "What about you? What's your age?" Unlike some people, he didn't look down upon those younger than him. In fact, he actually liked to help them out and educate them through his experience.
Yet all this only really applied to werewolves. He didn't care too much about other wereanimals, and he definatly didn't care about vampires. Vamps were his enemy ever since he was born, and he doubted that that would every change. He hated them, and he knew that a lot of vamps probably hated him as well. Pushing his thoughts aside again, he looked at Colin and waited for an answer.
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Post by ms on Sept 20, 2008 1:10:44 GMT -5
(Ah.)
He didn’t seem to want to talk about himself, Colin couldn’t blame him. They all seemed to have pasts that just kept catching up with them. Sitting against the wall Colin leaned his head against the cool concrete, remembering when they had been built.
“One twenty. And thankfully counting. Haven’t seen as much as you, or anyone for that matter.” A faint hand at his eyes before shrugging. “How strange. New York… we all seem to be drawn here. Bloodsuckers, wolves, cats. Such a strange place.”
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 20, 2008 1:25:14 GMT -5
"Yea, guess that's why they call it the city that never sleeps. Yet I'm guessing people come here because of how busy it is...so they can get away from their troubles and worry about other business." In a way, it was a partial reason as to why Brock was here himself. He wanted to push his past troubles away and start a new life in another city. New York allowed him to do so, and he was happy with it.
Yet nothing would ever top Philly for him, it was the city he loved the most. Every now and then he'd go back to visit, not just to see the city, but his friends as well. Then Brock noticed that he was dozing off in his thoughts and he quickly came back to reality. "One twenty isn't bad at all." He said with a smile. "I've come across wolves a lot younger than that, and in their eyes, you'd be pretty old."
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Post by ms on Sept 20, 2008 14:32:18 GMT -5
Colin had to laugh at that. Not too long ago a human had said the same. Saying that it was funny to see someone so young looking and he was really old compared to humans. In a town where everyone was younger than him, it was kind of funny to find one older.
“So you’ve met others? You know of more, then, how to find them. How we’re able to survive to three hundred I’ll never know. I got lucky to make it this far.” One twenty, not even half this guy’s age. But he was old to others. It was strange, truly strange.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 21, 2008 1:41:49 GMT -5
"Well, as you get older you gain more experience. That all adds up to help you live through three hundred years of life." He laughed a little at that and looked at the humans buzzing around them. "These humans, they only live to be about a hundred or so. That's young in a wereanimal's eyes." Brock then paused for a moment and thought. "What sucks though is that I have to lie about my real age and year of birth."
If he had to fill out papers, he had to put his age as 30, and his year of birth as 1978. Yet he had grown use to all that, and his offical records were set to his "30" year old status. No one but him and a number of other "supernaturals" knew his true age, and he liked it that way. And whoever said you couldn't teach an old dog new tricks was wrong. Brock learned lots of new things day by day.
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