newmetropolis
It's a scary feeling moving to a new city, away from all the people you've ever known, away from the comfort of your favorite hangouts, and away from the only place you've ever called home. But over that layer of fear is an overwhelming sense of freedom. After what I'd started referring to as the incident happened, I wasn't sure exactly where I could go. Then I heard some of the newer vampires and weres talking about this place called New Metropolis. I did some research on the city and knew that's where I belonged. A brand new city was the perfect place for a brand new Jason...so away I went.
Being a werewolf helps with that nagging sense of fear that moving to a place where I have no job, no friends, and no place to live can give a person. But seeing as how I could rip things apart with my bare hands, the fear just doesn't seem all that big or bad. Having preternatural strength is so cool.
I needed to find a job and a place to live and fast. Jean Claude, my old...very old, boss, gave me some start-up money, which I planned on paying back ASAP. As I walked through the brand spanking new city with all the help wanted signs, I knew it wouldn't take me long to repay his generosity.
I bought myself a coke and a smile...and a hot dog and kept walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the sleek store fronts and modern skyscrapers. I enjoyed a little harmless flirting with a woman, legs up to her neck and a butt that wouldn't quit. I helped her carry a television across the street, making sure to pretend it was at least a little heavy. She gave me her number, a kiss on the cheek and her 'eternal gratitude'.
I made a mental note to definitely give her a call, when I noticed a "DANCERS WANTED" sign in front of a place called The Kitty Kat Rave Club. I got a closer look and realized that it was my kind of place: a strip club. Now, whether or not it was a strip club for men or women remained to be seen. I tried the door, but it was locked, so I wrote the number down to call about possibly getting a job.
I headed back in the direction of the hotel I'd stayed in for the past two nights. On my way, I realized that I didn't want to spend the rest of the day there, so I headed toward Centennial Park. Making my way through the park toward a set of trees, I took a deep breath and let the scents of the park wash over my senses. I smelled grass and leaves and the thick tang of dirt. I could smell people and deer. There were deer in the woods here. I felt my beast stir and growled softly under my breath. This would be the perfect hunting ground, I thought to myself.
I took another breath to steady myself because I knew my eyes were no longer their normal sky blue color, but instead had bled to a startling green. It was a shade, or three lighter, than holiday Easter grass. I ignored the sweet smell of flesh, and settled down on a bench to relax and enjoy the day. People watching was one of my favorite past-times.
Being a werewolf helps with that nagging sense of fear that moving to a place where I have no job, no friends, and no place to live can give a person. But seeing as how I could rip things apart with my bare hands, the fear just doesn't seem all that big or bad. Having preternatural strength is so cool.
I needed to find a job and a place to live and fast. Jean Claude, my old...very old, boss, gave me some start-up money, which I planned on paying back ASAP. As I walked through the brand spanking new city with all the help wanted signs, I knew it wouldn't take me long to repay his generosity.
I bought myself a coke and a smile...and a hot dog and kept walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the sleek store fronts and modern skyscrapers. I enjoyed a little harmless flirting with a woman, legs up to her neck and a butt that wouldn't quit. I helped her carry a television across the street, making sure to pretend it was at least a little heavy. She gave me her number, a kiss on the cheek and her 'eternal gratitude'.
I made a mental note to definitely give her a call, when I noticed a "DANCERS WANTED" sign in front of a place called The Kitty Kat Rave Club. I got a closer look and realized that it was my kind of place: a strip club. Now, whether or not it was a strip club for men or women remained to be seen. I tried the door, but it was locked, so I wrote the number down to call about possibly getting a job.
I headed back in the direction of the hotel I'd stayed in for the past two nights. On my way, I realized that I didn't want to spend the rest of the day there, so I headed toward Centennial Park. Making my way through the park toward a set of trees, I took a deep breath and let the scents of the park wash over my senses. I smelled grass and leaves and the thick tang of dirt. I could smell people and deer. There were deer in the woods here. I felt my beast stir and growled softly under my breath. This would be the perfect hunting ground, I thought to myself.
I took another breath to steady myself because I knew my eyes were no longer their normal sky blue color, but instead had bled to a startling green. It was a shade, or three lighter, than holiday Easter grass. I ignored the sweet smell of flesh, and settled down on a bench to relax and enjoy the day. People watching was one of my favorite past-times.