Post by Ronan King on Aug 14, 2007 16:22:53 GMT -5
As darkness fell the true natures and intentions of the Enchanted Forest begun to rise. Ronan found himself walking down the many dirt paths with a bag swung securely over his shoulder, he was going back 'home' again if that's what the rundown apartment could be classified as. He had never had a home, a home was a place that one could truly let loose and feel safe in. Ronan had never known that feeling of complete security, there had always been a constant threat in his life, an intentional cloud wavering over his very being and following at his heels, ready to pounce. It was there, a feeling that was so strong and apparent that only he could really sense it because everyone else was blind to it.
Neon signs clicked on, emitting a loud obnoxious buzzing noise as darkness engulfed the whole of the street. The remanants of the sun had long now disappeared and the night life that was so well known in this district of London was setting itself into full spin tonight. The street lamps clicked on one by one, emitting a ghostly yellow glow and casting weird shadows across objects blocking the sidewalks and streets. Parked cars innocently stood outside bars, motels, and underground shops of questionable authority. The heels of a few colorfully and skimpily dressed women clicked against the cold pavement as they threw a few seductive glances in Ronan's direction. Serveus barely gave them a second look - who would want him?
The bag was heavy in his arms and giggling sound of the nearby group of girls in barely any clothing was intimidating him. Muggles... stupid gits the lot of them. Ronan was an easy person to anger, he left himself vulnerable and allowed the slightest things to get to him. Currently his temper was running short because of all the stupid things that he had been having to deal with lately. Living in muggle London was no easy task, in fact it annoyed him to now end. The inane routinue of the hypocritical muggles was enough to drive him insane. He hadn't done magic in a few days now, and that was killing him too.
Truth be known Ronan King needed no one, so why should things change now just because some cheap prositute was looking his way. He allowed his black eyes to fall downcast, directing them towards the concrete underfoot. Just keep on walking, keep on going. The last thing that he wanted for himself was to be seen with the trailer trash that hung out on this side of the city. It was true that for a minimum wage salary, this apartment was actually a decent living space, but it was also one that he would have easily exchanged for something else. Severus felt as if he were lowering his status by stooping so low as to live with a piece of trash that barely ever made rent on time, and in a neighborhood where everyone's mother was walking the streets for a few extra bucks.
But what was he to do? After graduating there had been more than a dozen job opportunities thrown his way, but one thing had kept him from acting upon them. That same thing was the reason why he was living in the slums and stalking around town during the daylight hours and walking the streets at night. That same reason was the very thing that he loathed, yet the very thing that he supported.
Neon signs clicked on, emitting a loud obnoxious buzzing noise as darkness engulfed the whole of the street. The remanants of the sun had long now disappeared and the night life that was so well known in this district of London was setting itself into full spin tonight. The street lamps clicked on one by one, emitting a ghostly yellow glow and casting weird shadows across objects blocking the sidewalks and streets. Parked cars innocently stood outside bars, motels, and underground shops of questionable authority. The heels of a few colorfully and skimpily dressed women clicked against the cold pavement as they threw a few seductive glances in Ronan's direction. Serveus barely gave them a second look - who would want him?
The bag was heavy in his arms and giggling sound of the nearby group of girls in barely any clothing was intimidating him. Muggles... stupid gits the lot of them. Ronan was an easy person to anger, he left himself vulnerable and allowed the slightest things to get to him. Currently his temper was running short because of all the stupid things that he had been having to deal with lately. Living in muggle London was no easy task, in fact it annoyed him to now end. The inane routinue of the hypocritical muggles was enough to drive him insane. He hadn't done magic in a few days now, and that was killing him too.
Truth be known Ronan King needed no one, so why should things change now just because some cheap prositute was looking his way. He allowed his black eyes to fall downcast, directing them towards the concrete underfoot. Just keep on walking, keep on going. The last thing that he wanted for himself was to be seen with the trailer trash that hung out on this side of the city. It was true that for a minimum wage salary, this apartment was actually a decent living space, but it was also one that he would have easily exchanged for something else. Severus felt as if he were lowering his status by stooping so low as to live with a piece of trash that barely ever made rent on time, and in a neighborhood where everyone's mother was walking the streets for a few extra bucks.
But what was he to do? After graduating there had been more than a dozen job opportunities thrown his way, but one thing had kept him from acting upon them. That same thing was the reason why he was living in the slums and stalking around town during the daylight hours and walking the streets at night. That same reason was the very thing that he loathed, yet the very thing that he supported.