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Jun 13, 2018 5:17:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2018 5:17:19 GMT -5
WORDS: 404 | TAG: @open | NOTES: first post?
Simon pulled up the hood of his jacket, he was keeping to himself. After the whole ordeal of blowing a hole into the Hotel's floor and killing Clary. He didn't really feel very Simony. Who would if they accidentally killed their ex girlfriend still best friend? Simon felt horrible... more than horrible he felt devastated and he didn't know how to deal with it. He was sure the others weren't feeling the greatest with him. At least ones that were as close to Clary as he was.It sucked. This was never supposed to happen, but it did and the only other person besides himself he could blame was Lilith. If it wasn't for her, Clary would still be here. Still be by his side. God, he regretted leaving her that day. When the Seelie Queen played her game, but his actions were justified. His girlfriend literally kissed the guy she once thought was her brother... but when he turned out to not be. Things changed for them, so it was expected. He wanted to forget it, to forgive her. To put the whole Seelie thing behind him, but he couldn't. He couldn't and he hated it. "God dammit!" He hissed to himself, his fist flying into a brick wall causing it to crack and groan underneath his hand. Causing him to step back at his show of strength. He stared at his hand in dismay, before he sighed. Pushing back his hood to stare at the wall that he left a crack in before pressing his lips into a thin line. How long would it take for him to come to terms with it? Would he ever? He didn't really know, only that in this moment. Simon didn't know what to do, but if he had to. He'd go back to the institute... to pay whatever punishment for killing a shadowhunter. Whatever the Clave wanted to do with a downworlder like him, because that's all he ever was now. Nobody would vouch for him like Clary would, would they? Did any of them care... or did they just care when Clary did, when it was convenient? He slowly walked pass the damaged brick wall then, before he slipped his way into an alleyway. Pressing his back to one of the walls, feeling the cool brick bite into his back as he slid down to the concrete beneath his butt as he sat there.
How Much for Your Love? You know that I would even walk through fire. Would burn, but at least I tried.
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Jun 14, 2018 10:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2018 10:57:13 GMT -5
I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME 0000 words for character name notes here? He had forgotten all the beauty hidden in the city. Not that most would consider it beauty. He saw the crumbling buildings, the graffiti along the walls and hidden under bridges and smiled. To him, that was New York. Not the pristine and gentrified areas that tried to white wash the city into something grand and purposefully designed. No, it was when the residents decided to leave their mark, through art, through protest, that was the life blood of the city and what kept him enamoured with the mundane.
As he walked through Central Park, seeing what changed and what hadn't, he felt a bit maudlin. Some bitter sweetness at what the park had become. He had seen, of course, back when it was a flourishing city of it's own. When those that society deemed too dark, too different, too other, to allow a way to flourish had built for themselves. It was a beautiful community. Full of dark skinned, hard working, and community oriented mundanes. Their own schools, post office, community center, markets. It was a glorious thing to see, and while he was not quite the demographic, he was more than accepted as a visitor who partook of the art and culture and left enough money to show his appreciation. Unfortunately, mundanes have a habit of destroying what they don't understand, or value, and they value so little. So now, it was a park. No sign of the buildings that used to be.
Still, the park was beautiful, and as he was aware, a place for the fae to come and go. It was never spoken of, or proven, but he had his own theories of the Seelie involvement of the destruction of the city and the building of the park. Which of course, suited them all so much better. He was just heading away from the foot bridge when he heard the crack. With a blink of surprise he quickly turned on his heel and let his eyes adjust to the darkness below the bridge. Once he saw one person, and no tools, he sighed and headed in that direction. He wan't sure what he would find but he knew it wasn't mundane.
Once he was close enough he recognized the smell of vampire. Perhaps smell was incorrect, it was the kind of dull magic that infused them with life, but for him, his senses tended to connect in odd ways. Staying out of arm's reach, enough reaction time to do something should the vampire be upset, he gave a nod. "Problems, vampire? Not with the bridge I hope. It really is a wonderful bridge, if you took the time to see the layers of markings on it."
ALL I ASK OF YOU IS BELIEVE PHARAOH LEAP.
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Jun 15, 2018 4:14:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 4:14:44 GMT -5
WORDS: 409 | TAG: @ryder | NOTES: oh hai
He had been so deep in thought that the sound of a voice addressing him, caused him to jump at the sound. Causing him to rip his head up and stare at the intruder that invaded his thoughts before his brow furrowed at the stranger.
"Problems, vampire? Not with the bridge I hope. It really is a wonderful bridge, if you took the time to see the layers of markings on it."
Simon's brown eyes slowly moved toward the cracks in the brick, the ones that he caused. A graffiti tag behind it, before his brown eyes returned to the male before him and shook his head before bowing his head slightly. Tugging the hood up after a brief moment. "No offense, but i don't really care about bridges or markings right now. Think i got enough bridges and marks to deal with for one lifetime..." He spoke, his tone was disdainful. At least he was being honest, all he could think about was the fact that in trying to protect Clary from Lilith... he failed. He wasn't in the mood to be friendly or even hide the discomfort that he held about his whole situation, if people thought he was rude or insensitive to whatever their devices then so be it. As much as Simon cared about people, right now he honestly felt like he could careless. But it wasn't this person's fault, no. It was his... so why was he taking it out on a person that was just asking in a way if he was alright?
"Sorry... I'm just... yeah i guess you can say I'm having problems right now. But not with the bridge, the bridge just happened to be in the way of my... er... outburst. Look, I'll get somebody to fix it or something. I'm sure a shadowhunter has a rune or something to repair things or a warlock." He apologized, before pushing himself to his feet. Dusting off the debris from his butt before he slowly pushed his hood off again. His brown hair unkempt and disheveled, it was obvious that he wasn't really looking out for himself. Well except for taking in his daily dose of cow blood which he kept in a thermal at all times back at home. This time however his sister wasn't throwing it away, which was a relief that somebody other than Clary to know his vampiric secret.
"By the way I'm Simon Lewis... not vampire."
How Much for Your Love? You know that I would even walk through fire. Would burn, but at least I tried.
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Jun 15, 2018 9:37:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 9:37:41 GMT -5
I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME 0000 words for character name notes here? It looked like he startled the vampire. Probably not the best situation to be in. Vampires had incredible hearing, and speed. If he was unaware as Ryder showed up, and angry enough to break brick, well that could turn on Ryder rather quickly. Oddly enough, while that was a problem, or could be, it didn't deter Ryder. There was always a slight disconnect from his environment and himself. Enough that he got himself into trouble more than once. So at the snapping response he simply stepped towards the bridge and laid a hand on the crack as if it was indeed an injury.
With a sigh he dropped is hand from the bridge and turned back to the vampire again with a sad smile. "Most people don't. Certainly the mundane don't. They miss their own history as it grows and then crumbles in front of them." With a shrug he let a hand flutter in gesture around them. "You are probably newer aren't you? You haven't seen the roots people put down get torn up over and over. It's exhausting I think, to be a mundane. Was it?"
The vampire was upset, but he lost the fire of it quickly and apologized. Ryder could understand that jumble of emotions, like necklaces left too long in a box, tangled and impossible to tell one from the other. He mentioned a shadowhunter fixing it and that caused him to raise a brow. Few vampires really did anything with shadowhunters. Most steered clear of each other. At least, that had been his experience. Not that he ventured out much himself, so things could have changed. He just doubted it changed that much. "Oh I am a warlock, vampire. But no, I won't fix it. You can't simply magic someone's art. It is their creation, it would be a disservice to recreate it like that. It's, well, like those internet people who steal another's work. No no, out of the question."
"Simon." He said it softly, tasting it. Names were important and well, hard for him to remember. So he had to dwell on it a moment. "My name is Ryder, vam- Simon. You seem defeated by your jumbled knots. I'm not the most powerful, and truth be told I dislike solving problems with simple magic, but I listen well. I'm also hungry. Would you like to talk as we walk to food? Do you have friends that are shadowhunters and warlocks? I don't remember a lot of mingling, but it is New York. Things are often changing too fast for me here."
ALL I ASK OF YOU IS BELIEVE PHARAOH LEAP.
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