Post by noahsears on Aug 12, 2009 0:39:50 GMT -5
`Hope is the thing that makes`
.Dreams become reality.
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He couldn't believe it, today was finally the day! He'd been waiting for it for a good few weeks now, going to the cliffs. He knew he was almost acting like a hyper little girl about it but honestly he could care less.The weather was even nice for the trip. Originally, Noah had planned for a few of his friends to join him, but they bailed out at the last minute, saying they had decided to go hang out with some girls at a movie instead. That was one thing that made Noah actually thankful he was not in a relationship, he did not have to worry about centering his world around one person. Instead, the world, in his mind, would be centered around him, and he could change things in it to suit his liking, not some other person's. He pushed back one of the curtains to look outside, the rays of sun entering his rather large bed room, the darkness scurrying behind objects and under the bed. After a quiet yawn, followed by a large stretch, Noah waltzed over to his dresser, pulling out black shorts, socks, boxers, and a slightly tight black t-shirt. He carefully got dressed, making sure not to hit anything or jump around his room, which would cause a large amount of noise. After his clothing was on, he carefully examined his reflection in the large mirror he had beside his dresser, ruffing his hair a bit and making sure no part of the shirt was tucked in the shorts for some odd reason. Once all was done, Noah left his room, shutting the door behind him quietly. His parents hated it when he slammed doors or made a bunch of noise, saying that it ruined their concentration or caused headaches. As he descended the large flight of stairs, putting his hand along the elaborate wooden railing in case her tripped, he hear something in the background.
Quietly, almost inaudible, he could hear music coming from the dining room area. It was then that he realized, without a doubt, that is parents had were not home and had headed off to work. The only time the radio was ever on was if Noah's parents were eating in the dining room, but at this time of day, even though it was still early, the radio would be turned off as his parents ate breakfast even earlier than this hour. Once her reached the bottom of the staircase, he took a sharp left turn, heading into the kitchen. Out of pure instinct Noah went to the fridge and pried open the door and scanned the inside. Cheese, bread, coleslaw, grapes, apples, bagels, butter, various dressing, the list kept going as Noah checked the contents of the device. In the end, he decided to just grab a pear, closing the door and then taking a bite out of the fruit. When he made it into the dining room, all the curtains were already pulled back and away from the windows, light filling the room almost instantly. He sat down in one of the chairs, half of the pear already gone. For a few minutes Noah simply sat there, staring out the window, slowly taking bites out of this breakfast, deep with thought. What exactly he was thinking about, he forgot the moment he returned to reality. What brought him back to reality, was when he decided to bite his pear, but the only thing left of it was the hard core. With a quick angry glance at the remains of the fruit he got up, walking back to the kitchen and disposing of the fruit by putting it in the small plastic bin labeled 'Compost.' This was not the actual compost bin, but it was where everything that was considered compost was put until it could be taken outside to the actual bin. After observing the island in the kitchen, he saw the keys to the truck and snatched them up, preparing to head outside. Almost forgetting, he quickly jogged back into the dining room, turning off the radio that look more like a Wii, and then headed outside the door, locking the house with the key he always carried on him.
Without even the slightest hesitation walked over and entered the black truck her was given as a present from his parents. Originally, Noah had planned to pick out the vehicle himself, though in the end, his parents did it for him. True, he had wanted a car, not a truck, but his parents had their hearts in the right place and also, it was a rather decent vehicle. After starting it up and checking the time, along with his surroundings, he pulled out of the driveway and set out for the cliffs. How he hated to drive. To Noah, simply changing into his wolf form would be the most entertaining way to get to any location, though the problem with that was people noticed him much easier than almost all of the other werewolves. Their fur was normally a darker color, while Noah's wolf form, was a yellowish white color, easily standing out amongst the trees and rocks of the area. Also, his cloths would rip if he transformed and the only thing he would have left was his shorts, and he preferred to be fully clothed when going out to a public place, or else he would seem indecent, possibly ruining the reputation his family had. As he continued to drive in the direction of the cliffs, he noticed about three carcasses of animals on the side of the road or in the small ditch. Apparently, the animals had been acting weird in the area for awhile, jumping out in front of cars, standing in the middle of the road, or actually trying to attack various vehicles passing by. No one knew why the creatures were acting so odd, only that people had to be more careful now in order to prevent injury. He then noticed a buck and a doe on the side of the road, not completely as disfigured as the other animals, but dead none the less. The look of them instantly made him sad somewhat, as it brought forward thoughts he wished stayed down. Two mates that died together...Mates...Love...The whole concept came back to him in a rush, his suppressed sorrow at his own relationship status. He had never been in love or found the person that he was meant to be, and there was always the lingering thought that Noah was not meant to end up with anyone, but to stay alone. To be close to those around him, but never meet someone who completely understood him and could relate to him, could inspire or truly scare him. After a few seconds of thought he quickly blinked and focused back on the road, the sound of gravel hitting hit tires awakening him to the surrounding world again.
When he finally arrived at the cliffs, exiting his vehicle and locking it, a strong wind began to pick up. Not good. Already he could see steep waves forming in the water, a few people cursing as they had also come to jump off the cliffs and into the water. A good crowd of people actually simply went back into their vehicles and drove off, deciding to give up instead of wait for the wind to stop. Personally, Noah was not the kind of person to sit in one place and wait. Instead, he began to climb up the cliff, everyone else sitting at the bottom, waiting for the wind to cease. How could they stand to sit still like that? If you sit still like that you might as well be a statue or inanimate object, to Noah, you were given working, movable limbs for a reason and you should use them whenever you can. It did not take long for him to reach the point that he desired, having climbed up here many times before. Jumping into the water below caused such an adrenaline rush it was amazing. It made Noah feel truly alive and alert, the fact that anything could happen lifting his spirit. Things were always more fun when you did not know what the outcome would be, bad or good. Looking over the edge of the 'cliff' portion Noah was at, he observed the waters below him, still feeling the wind against his body, though it was not as strong as before. Below, he could still see the large, rough waves cascading down on the cliffs edge, looking odd against the bright and cheerful light of the sun. With a small sigh, Noah sat down on the ground and looked around, making sure he was a good distance away from the edge of the cliff. On the ground, he rolled around for a second, simply because he could. The rocks scratched him lightly, a few marks appearing on his flesh, but these disappeared almost instantly, like fading illusions. One of the advantages to being a werewolf, regeneration was increased. In the end, Noah stood up and walked over to the single tree in the area he was at and leaned against it, thought he still stood up. He lifted his face up into the sky and looked straight at it, getting lost in the intoxicating color of the cloudless 'ceiling' above him. For a rather good while he simply stayed there, staring up into the sky, lost in thought about nothing, waiting for the winds to die down and become calm once more.