wandering the waterline [ closed ]

[brady]

There was something about the weather that day that attracted Brady. He had just woken up from a rather long nap, because the patrol had gone a few hours over what he had expected. Sure, that didn't bother him much, but it was the fact that he was so tired and couldn't do anything afterwards that irritated him. Everyone was going into Forks to have a barbeque or something. But Brady was much too tired, and went home to sleep.

The second he woke up, he gazed out of the window and just stared at it until his vision became clear. It was raining. Well, not quite. It was like a misty rain, almost like a drizzle. It was grey outside, and through the walls he could almost feel how cold it was. Even though it was really just a normal room temperature in his bedroom. And oddly enough, this weather was drawing him in like a temptress. Brady was giving into it, and soon almost craved going outside. Maybe it was the fact that something always went wrong when this weather was looming. Or just the fact that his instincts were telling him it was better for his health to be outside. Either way, he was soon rising from his bed and reaching for some clothes. Soon enough, he had on his jacket and a pair of jeans, which seemed to suit the weather well enough. And once he had slipped into his shoes, he was out the door.

The cold instantly gripped him, but only lightly because his skin was so unnaturally warm. It was like the second the water hit his skin, it instantly evaporated back into the air. Brady hated that to no end. He missed the feeling of the water hitting his skin and making his hair stand on end. But being a werewolf now, there was no chance of him feeling that again. But he took what he got, and this was going to have to do for a while. So Brady kept walking down the street, watching all of the kids running out of the rain and into the comfort of their homes. Funny how he was completely opposite. Running to be outside instead of escaping it.

Eventually, after about an hour of wandering around, Brady found himself walking along the shores of First Beach. How odd. Usually he hated being down here because there were so many squealing girls and testosterone overloaded guys. It irritated him that they couldn't control themselves because a female was around. Jerks. All of them. But today, Brady seemed to likebeing down there. Pretty much because it was abandoned and he was the only one that wanted to be out here, where there was no shelter from the little drizzle.

Feeling his hair getting soaked and the outer layer of his clothes getting heavier with the water, Brady smirked a little. He wasn't quite sure why, but he did. Maybe it was because he smelled someone coming near. Someone who was going to see the wet sand sticking to his shoes and his hair dripping with water. Someone who thought he was absolutely nuts for loving being out in the rain. It excited him almost. Weird.

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[missmurder]

sometimes being on the outside brings great feelings, although it does not happen all the time. catelina knew for a fact. you see, catelina is a girl that much rather stay away from things, rather than aim at them and attack. she enjoys knowing, or at least feeling safe and comfortable wherever she goes, although that doesn't always happen. she once thought that the dangers in the world are basically the usual; war, murder, evil people, car crashes, mother nature being angry with the human population. things like that, but of course things change. facts, that may not be facts at all to an average human being, are revealed. facts, that are unbelievable. facts, that only seem like a practical joke until you see it. until it's been proven to you otherwise.

but you see, why are things always like that? why do people have to see things all the time to believe in the something. people don't exactly see love, yet somehow they had managed to just believe in it. they could feel it, or see other people 'in love' but they can definitely NOT see it. the same goes with happiness, and sorrow. but with other things, like you know vampires or fairies, there is a need to have proof. why is that? although catelina knew that the world has a grip on the whole visual thing it just doesn't make sense to her. why does that have to be any different? then again, maybe it's because it's something physical, something tangible. is she not right? maybe it all has to do with the science behind it, that it cannot be possible at all. that no such things, no other beings, could exist. is it wrong though, to believe in something that most people don't believe in? is it wrong to keep a secret that was never yours to begin with?

catelina frowned and just shook her head. is she talking nonsense or what? what has gotten into her? she thought to herself as she stood up and glanced outside the kitchen window. no one was at home at this time of the hour, then again only two people resides in this tiny house. emery was home when she's home, and that is something quite unpredictable to cat. is it because she never really checked what the other is doing? is it because emery usually let her do whatever (for the most part)? although catelina enjoyed the freedom that she had been given (and the fact that she dislike pointless awkward conversations that usually occur when the two is left alone, in silence, in at the dinner table) the young girl couldn't help but wonder how the other has been. it isn't like she had gotten attached to the old lady or anything. it was merely because she cared enough to wonder.

at the sound of a car passing by, the seventeen year old girl moved to the refrigerator door, opening it although she wasn't hungry. a second after opening it, she closed it and headed to the front door. she snatched her black sweater, put it on, grabbed her keys and headed to the car. a drive someplace else would certainly do her good, even though she doesn't know how safe it really is to be outside. a drive somewhere peaceful, especially during this pleasant rainy day, could help her stop thinking too much about it, although she might end up thinking more. you see though, catelina knew that if she continues to just think about it to the point that she starts to get scared, she didn't know what she would do. she doubt that it could ever happen to her, for she is not easily scared, just easily shocked, surprised whatever you might wish to call it. she hoped that she would never be scared like that because she didn't really want to live at forks full of fears here and there. she couldn't help but be a little paranoid once in a while. how could she help it? she thought to herself but the truth was, only when the subject is brought back to her brain does she remember to feel self-conscious, paranoid, and unsure. it's the moment when she starts to feel uneasy, and really suspicious. it feels weird sometimes when she think about it, and she definitely wished not to live like that, but how could she stop thinking about it when all the facts hadn't been brought up in front of her? when she only knew a piece, how ever big or small that might be, of the newly learned truth. a truth that she's unsure as to how many people knows.

the young girl stopped the car, and jumped out. she started to wander off at the beach. although she hadn't been thinking about the beach as she was driving, she knew in the back of her mind that it is where she needed to go. it has always been the place where she could feel comfortable, if not safe. but in the back of her mind, a memory still lingers. a memory of a time not so long ago where a wolf had been there. a wolf so big that catelina had no idea how the others had handled it, for she had been gone to get billy black. she could barely remember the memory as she continued to walk down the beach. catelina didn't even realize how quick she had been walking. not far off, maybe just couple of feet, she could see a boy walking. so it seem to her that she isn't alone?


note! i found my muse. but i doubt that it'll be as helpful as right now (: