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¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, Unexpected Arrival¤ ¤Part 1¤
¤The sun lays low in the sky. Only the upper most tip of the rounded globe can be seen. It sends a cascading shadow over the town. The Los Angeles city seems to slow during the waning hours of the day. Louis like most other kindred took shelter in a haven, to protect themselves from the harsh effects of the light. Unlike most though, Louis had an unnaturally low tolerance for light. He favored shades, against harsh lights. The yellow tinted shades that always seemed to be glued to his face, were a gift from a pal. Marcus was in the business of shades. He ran a small shop back in Paris, the shades where good quality, they even had a lifetime guarantee. He knew the owner well enough, a friend of a friend. How well could you ever really get to know kine?
A barely audible moan slips through Louis’ lips. He lays flat on his back, his eyes only open slit wide. He stares through a haze. His eyes are blurry from his daytime slumber. He enjoyed the rest, even in his mortal life. He rolls over trying to position himself so that the cheap ass coil springs of the bed stop stabbing into his back. He groans again, as he lets out a heavy sigh. He rolls back and forth, as the frustration of the uncomfortable bed begins to become intolerable. Rolling closer to the edge of the bed, he fully opens his eyes. His hands rake up over his eyes and back through his hair. His feet touch the cool wooden floor, as they swing over the edge of the bed. The soft padding of skin on wood is heard as he stands up. The night was already becoming cooler. You could feel the daytime heat in the air though. The moisture stuck to his skin. It made him feel dirty, and unclean. He was vain, he liked looking good, most of the time.
The loud creek screams from the glass shower door, as it opens, the sound sends a shutter up Louis’ spine. He gaze fixes to it instantly, a cool glare on it, he despised annoying repetitive items. He stood drip drying, wondering when; he’s really going to get that fixed. He’d been thinking about it for weeks. It was getting rather annoying. He liked being cleanly so he took a shower regularly. With each shower came that annoying sound. Since the first day he took a shower here, he had known about the annoying noise, and had planned on fixing it. The annoyance had built up, to where Louis felt like smashing the door at times. It was worse than nails on a chalkboard. He was a pessimist when it came to small things, you could count on him for matters of life and death, usually. ¤
¤The sun lays low in the sky. Only the upper most tip of the rounded globe can be seen. It sends a cascading shadow over the town. The Los Angeles city seems to slow during the waning hours of the day. Louis like most other kindred took shelter in a haven, to protect themselves from the harsh effects of the light. Unlike most though, Louis had an unnaturally low tolerance for light. He favored shades, against harsh lights. The yellow tinted shades that always seemed to be glued to his face, were a gift from a pal. Marcus was in the business of shades. He ran a small shop back in Paris, the shades where good quality, they even had a lifetime guarantee. He knew the owner well enough, a friend of a friend. How well could you ever really get to know kine?
A barely audible moan slips through Louis’ lips. He lays flat on his back, his eyes only open slit wide. He stares through a haze. His eyes are blurry from his daytime slumber. He enjoyed the rest, even in his mortal life. He rolls over trying to position himself so that the cheap ass coil springs of the bed stop stabbing into his back. He groans again, as he lets out a heavy sigh. He rolls back and forth, as the frustration of the uncomfortable bed begins to become intolerable. Rolling closer to the edge of the bed, he fully opens his eyes. His hands rake up over his eyes and back through his hair. His feet touch the cool wooden floor, as they swing over the edge of the bed. The soft padding of skin on wood is heard as he stands up. The night was already becoming cooler. You could feel the daytime heat in the air though. The moisture stuck to his skin. It made him feel dirty, and unclean. He was vain, he liked looking good, most of the time.
The loud creek screams from the glass shower door, as it opens, the sound sends a shutter up Louis’ spine. He gaze fixes to it instantly, a cool glare on it, he despised annoying repetitive items. He stood drip drying, wondering when; he’s really going to get that fixed. He’d been thinking about it for weeks. It was getting rather annoying. He liked being cleanly so he took a shower regularly. With each shower came that annoying sound. Since the first day he took a shower here, he had known about the annoying noise, and had planned on fixing it. The annoyance had built up, to where Louis felt like smashing the door at times. It was worse than nails on a chalkboard. He was a pessimist when it came to small things, you could count on him for matters of life and death, usually. ¤