Post by lucas on Dec 26, 2011 3:05:09 GMT -5
you should know i'm dangerous, my thirst for blood turns me on
Why was he there? He never had any desire to be here, but something lured his small frame to the social gathering that was being held in the forest. Simply the thought of being in a secluded forest with a whole group of people gave Lucas the impression of, well.. murder. Perfect place to strike. No one suspects you if you're in a mix of drunks, druggies, and in a dark woods. Of course, not that the aspiring drummer would ever try something. However he could probably get away with it, just depending on the fact that he watches a lot of murder shows.
Oh hell, why was he here again? Maybe he should just leave. Lucas didn't talk with anyone, and if they did, they were instantly creeped out by him. Not necessarily his appearance, but quickly talking to him and realizing that he was quite a weirdo, as most would say. The people around him gave him stares as he walked passed, whispering to themselves as the booze started to get to them. It started to get loud, which was normal. Lucas didn't drink much, which wasn't very surprising and he didn't smoke. He was considered straight edge, but not by any specific reason. Mostly by the fact that he didn't care for alcohol or any type of cigarette or weed.
Being the Forever Cursed roadie, not many people knew of his existence apart from the band whom he hung out with most of his time. Even they have began to resent him and his macabre ways. As Lucas began to observe the drunken people that surrounded him, he began to ponder. In what way could they possibly die? Perhaps a forest fire.. They were at a bonfire, after all. It would be completely tragic for the fire to spread to the dense forest the humans reside in for the night, wouldn't it? Or perhaps a shooting... Who knows who lives in these woods. And especially with all of the booze spread around, it would surprise Lucas if at least a few people didn't leave severely injured. Secrets getting exposed, some fighting, and maybe ending in a few bloody fights. Who knows?
As Lucas was snapped from his kind of fantasy, he looked around at the people trying to judge who was already completely wasted and who wasn't. He saw a girl whom he hadn't particularly seen before, however she looked familiar. Oh, how he swore he'd seen her face before. Without looking away after several minutes, he shook his head and dismissed the thought, quietly going back to his secluded intentions on observing people. And plotting their deaths.
Oh hell, why was he here again? Maybe he should just leave. Lucas didn't talk with anyone, and if they did, they were instantly creeped out by him. Not necessarily his appearance, but quickly talking to him and realizing that he was quite a weirdo, as most would say. The people around him gave him stares as he walked passed, whispering to themselves as the booze started to get to them. It started to get loud, which was normal. Lucas didn't drink much, which wasn't very surprising and he didn't smoke. He was considered straight edge, but not by any specific reason. Mostly by the fact that he didn't care for alcohol or any type of cigarette or weed.
Being the Forever Cursed roadie, not many people knew of his existence apart from the band whom he hung out with most of his time. Even they have began to resent him and his macabre ways. As Lucas began to observe the drunken people that surrounded him, he began to ponder. In what way could they possibly die? Perhaps a forest fire.. They were at a bonfire, after all. It would be completely tragic for the fire to spread to the dense forest the humans reside in for the night, wouldn't it? Or perhaps a shooting... Who knows who lives in these woods. And especially with all of the booze spread around, it would surprise Lucas if at least a few people didn't leave severely injured. Secrets getting exposed, some fighting, and maybe ending in a few bloody fights. Who knows?
As Lucas was snapped from his kind of fantasy, he looked around at the people trying to judge who was already completely wasted and who wasn't. He saw a girl whom he hadn't particularly seen before, however she looked familiar. Oh, how he swore he'd seen her face before. Without looking away after several minutes, he shook his head and dismissed the thought, quietly going back to his secluded intentions on observing people. And plotting their deaths.
WEARING THIS OUTFIT. HORRIBLE MUSE, I'M TIRED SORRY. D: