The Infamous Thief
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- Posted: Mon, 02 Jul 2012 05:06:49 +0000
------------------Mood - Calm || Location - Home || Speaking To - My Self
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- Thunder and lightning had awoken me a few hours ago, a little before six. During that time I just laid back sprawled out in bed. Head tilted just enough to be comfortable an still watch the rain drops run down the window. The grey clouds outside, moved with the gusts of wind. Rain that hit the window made a flicking sound each time. That hour left me mainly to my deep thoughts, on what the day would hold. Call it my preparing time, for another day of school. Another day around a bunch of teens whose only concern was getting laid, or becoming popular. honestly didn't they get the memo popularity was over rated, just like sex. Maybe that was me just being spiteful because my life couldn't be simple like that. Who knows? Shrugging I pushed up from the bed, clock reading seven. That gave me plenty of time to shower, get ready for school and grab a slice of pizza from the fridge.
Pushing from the bed and heading into the bathroom which yes was directly off from my room. It was safe to say dad was pretty rich, and we had a nice house. My favorite part was the pool, and how my room over looked it. I often jump from the balcony into the pool because it's just so fun. Shutting and locking my bedroom door before heading into the bathroom, I moved around a few things turning the shower on. As soon as the water began to spray forth steam soon followed fogging up the windows and mirror. Stripping away a pair of white briefs I stepped into the warmth of the shower. A groan quickly passed my lips, echoing in the glass shower. Hands tightened, my eyes closing with the pain rushing along my body. You could see the bruising along my torso, and side. Some scratches along my my bellybutton that stung when the water ran over the wound. The bruising was not any better, that's what you get for not paying attention during training with your father.
If that was a real fight I would of been dead, most likely torn apart. Ignoring the pain I stepped forward head leaning forward so the water ran over it. Sighing I knew I needed to hurry. I didn't feel like taking the car, it was an amazing day out so I would walk maybe run. I preferred bad storms, days like that are nice to me. So soothing and relaxed.. Standing back up straight I began washing up, once that started it wasn't much longer until I stepped from the shower. Steam rolling off my body, as I moved to the large wall mirror checking my self out. Mainly staring at the large bruising. Luckily in school I wouldn't have to be removing my shirt, at least I didn't think. It would be pretty embarrassing to say I tripped down the stairs.
Drying off, and taking care of my hair, following some cologne I got dressed. slipping on a necklace, that I could easily use as a weapon if need be. It was made out of pure silver, though silver didn't really affect werewolves the ends of the necklace had been pretty sharp. With enough force able to cut skin at least. In my backpack well lets just say it had some things in it. Like a mask, a gun that was taken apart easily assembled in a pinch. It had two types of bullets, for specific types. It was safe to say I was always prepared for anything. After getting everything ready, and my self I headed down stairs making my way to the fridge smelly amazing I might add. That's where I got a slice of cold pizza, taking a good bite from the tip. " anyone else awake? " I yelled from the kitchen, wondering if my father or even sister was awake.. Or even home? Putting the pizza in my mouth, I leaned down tightening the strings on my shoes. After that was done, I removed the pizza taking another bite, as I walked around the island dead center of the kitchen.
My bag on the corner of the island. Leaning back against the edge of the counter I sighed, eyes looking around. I didn't hear anything beside that raging storm outside. It was calm, silent as if the dead could roll around.