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[troy glenn sterling]

This may be redundant but I think it bears repeating,

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I think I've found my other half.[/color][/font]

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[/b][/color] he whispered quietly to himself, sounding assured as he rubbed his eyes cautiously as not to agitate his contact lenses. His semester project was based around the possibility of apparitions, or ‘footprints’, of the deceased left behind; oftentimes, he concluded, when one had unfinished business or anxieties of those they had left in the living world, they would leave a form of themselves. These restless parts of spirit, Troy had written in his journal, would continue to linger these shallow forms of self until reconciliation and assurance was given, then properly sent to the ‘great beyond.’ It was a stretch, a difficult subject, but if he succeeded, had actual evidence that was beyond circumstantial or fabricated like others had brought up before his time, he would make history. Science and spiritual entities, supporting each other in valid testing.[/color] It was a challenge, one that Troy had taken upon himself to master. He adjusted the strap of his backpack over one shoulder, standing mid-field among the various headstones, marked by recent visitors with the different hues of flower petals on passed names. Whether the entity he would hopefully encounter received visitors every day or every year, or never at all, it didn’t matter; the existence of a passed living being existing in the world, did. Child, teen, the elderly – if they spoke, if any of the recording or analyzing equipment he held would catch them and serve as supporting factors, it would prove remarkable. And worth it.

With a jolt and a strange flop in his stomach, Troy scanned the moon’s location in the eerily dark sky again: it was time, it had been time for five minutes now. He zipped his backpack open and took out what resembled a black pen, slightly thicker than one, and held it to his mouth. “ Twelve oh five, midnight, Tuesday, October thirteenth of the current year…” [/color]Troy rattled on quickly and precisely, as if memorized, continuing to dart his eyes around as he carried on, “... I have not yet found trace of an apparition, but my hopes lay high. According to my research, and analyzing large-scale newspapers’ obituaries of the past years, Washington’s La Push cemetery is in ideal grounds for this experiment, and….”[/color] At the end of his introductory recording, he clicked the device’s edge once and set to his sides, clasping it with a clammy hand; this was it, this was what the past two months of poring over books would prove. And those who had doubted, they would hang their heads in acknowledgement to his success,the success: if a faint form of a living person was found after deceasing, could there be a way to restore such life to full process? To actually obtain a fountain of youth? So many questions, but first, he’d have to settle the groundwork first.[/size]
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APPAREL here.
MUSIC aim, snap, fall - the spill canvas
WITH griffin!
SETTING the cemetary.
NOTES finally got the thread up<3

[griffin edwin aleksandar.]

Okay, one of the things that many people needed to learn about Vampires was the fact that just because they were stone cold, and like allergic to the sun, plus there was that whole no pumping of the blood. Most certainly did not mean that they couldn’t still get the sensation of a hard on, and this, this was definitely something that was going through the male’s head at the time. “Come on, asshole, hurry it up.” He grumbled, hand resting on the top of another male’s head, which rested right near that feeling of a hard on that he felt. So, Griffin wasn’t the most content person at the time, but then again, the graveyard was not one of the places that Griffin would have chosen for this sort of thing. It was simply so cliché, it was something that he had done when he was 150 years old, and that was practically two hundred years ago. Yet here he was, the Vampire who had let himself get pulled into it by this other fellow vampire who he had found at a bar. Not that it seemed to be working out all that well for him though. Something else caught Griffin’s attention though, a new scent that had only just caught his attention, something that did make his stomach growl a bit. But, he could also claim almost made him think of the scent as alluring.

“What is that delicious smell?” murmuring as he removed his hand, and pushed the other male back, and mixing himself made a dismissal sort of wave. Moving from the trees as his quick eyes scanned the area of the darkened graveyard and not too terribly far from where the dark haired male was he could see someone else there. A much more petite male, with dark brown hair and what seemed to be a note book of sorts. A cocky grin came to Griffin’s features as he made a mental decsion to go a head and have some fun with this male that had caught his attention. Hey, Griffin was a big boy now, he knew how to control his hunger or desire that may be leeking through him, and this time he knew he would have to, if he wanted to seem at least a little bit normal. Even if when discrbed as normal, the male found himself wrinkling hose nose at the very thought, where was the fun in being a normal person? His attire typically helped to make that statement that Griffin Aleksandar was hardly of the norm, and tonight was hardly like any other night for him. The tight leather pants that, held a sort of deep red lepard print to them clung to his legs, his black army boots that were untied hardly disturned the ground as he walked. Then on top of that, was an almost formal looking black shirt, with the long sleeves folded up his arm, and yet even this seem to remain tight on him. Settling the wrinkles Griffin made his way slowly, cautiously over towards Troy.

As he came closer to where the other male was, he found himself listening to what he was saying and had to keep himself from bursting out into laughter. Oh, maybe this would be so much more fun than Griffin could have possibly even thought. He had found himself a boy who actually believed in the whole ghost thing; though Griffin himself had been uncertain about the rumors when he had first decided to claim this place as his new home, and had almost been worried that some of his first vitictims would come to haunt him while around this area, at the right time. Though this, right here, this would be very fun as long as Griffin didn’t manage to screw anything up, or you know give away any hints that he might actually be alive, well as alive as a thing with no beating heart could be. But hey, that just made the whole pretending to be a ghost for the hell of it, all that much better considering any living thing wouldn’t be able to pull off the whole no pulse business or whatnot, and yet Griffin could. Picking up to his vampire speed Griffin made his way over to Troy in a matter of seconds, an almost devilish sort of grin on his features as he leaned forward a bit.

“Boo.”

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