Post by Jacob Matthew Saunders on Feb 15, 2011 13:12:39 GMT -8
”The future that we both drew,
and all the shit we've been through.”
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Jacob really didn’t know how to get through to Katherine right now. He’d tried several different approaches and so far... nothing. He knew why she was like she was, everyone in Main Station knew why. It was a painful subject for her, as it was for everyone to talk about a passed loved one, but Jacob – and Katherine hopefully – knew that you couldn’t let something like that make you stop, you must keep going for their sake because they wouldn’t want you to break down and stop your life. Jacob knew what it was like to lose someone he loved, his family had been very close to him and when they had passed, he had been a mess. He hadn’t been himself, but once he had realised that they wouldn’t have wanted him to crawl into a ditch and die, he thought about helping others, and now, many people in Main Station came to him for help or just for someone to talk to.
Jacob liked helping people out, although when it came to getting girlfriends, he kind of sucked at it. He was always too busy helping people out to get a girlfriend. Right now, the only person that needed help was Katherine, and for some reason, Jacob couldn’t figure out what help she needed. He always managed to help people, whether it was boyfriend trouble, heart ache from losing a loved one, or just someone who needed to let off a little steam. Jacob was Main Stations Talk Man, a guy that would sit down and talk to anyone about anything. He wasn’t in business right now, apart from Katherine, which was a good thing. Sometimes, Jacob liked some time to himself and his music, and just a few days ago, he had. He’d also met a man called Nate down at the targets and he’d seemed like a nice guy.
Right now, Jacob was sat in a quiet corner, lying on his back, his feet up against the wall of an empty room, his iPod lying on his stomach as Metallica played loudly in his ear buds. His gun was sat next to his left hip, the safety on. He had his eyes closed and was deep in thought, the rain of thought he’d been working on now so long he’d forgotten what had started it off. Right now, he was thinking about the vampires, and how drinking blood kept them alive and the structure of their DNA and their insides. His mind kept playing over how getting bitten might feel, the feel of sharp, white fangs sinking into his fragile flesh. He shivered on the floor, the draft coming from the open doorway making him colder than he already was. He wasn’t exactly hiding, so he kept the door open so if anyone wanted him, he was easy to find if they just walked down the corridor away from the main hall. Jacob tapped the toe of his sneakers against the wall; his jeans had slid down a little, exposing his ankles. He was wearing a black t-shirt, it was a little tight as it was old and showed off light outlines of the muscles underneath. His ankles were crossed as they rested against the wall.
Jacob muttered the words of the song as the song played in his ear buds. He wasn’t a brilliant singer, but he was alone, so he really didn’t care right now. His head bobbed a bit as he played with a brio in his hand, having been writing down lyrics on a notepad next to him. He had recently gotten into song writing, and he wasn’t that good right now, but he was getting better each time he began to write. He pulled the pad up to his face and glanced at what he had written to the tune of the song he was listening, wondering what to put next. He was good with words, but putting them together in song proved more difficult that he had expected.
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”And my fears are over now,
I can leave with my head down.”
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”And my fears are over now,
I can leave with my head down.”
Lyrics: Black Dahlia – Hollywood Undead
Word Count: 656
Anything Else: Not very good... I really need to get back into the hang of this! xD Sorry its so crappy.
His Gun: Clicky here!
His iPod Touch:Clicky here!
Tagged:[/colour] Katherine Hawke[/size]