wakeupthedeadnow.

[Louis Matthews]

ooc; reserved for kayleigh-kins. :3

It had hardly been the most exciting of days. There had seemed to be less customers than usual on this slow day, the surrounding stalls practically pouncing on anyone that entered the area just outside of Regent's Park. The weather had been rather dreary, to top it all off. Grey clouds swirled around in the sky like whirlpools of smoke slowly sinking to engulf the world. Thin spikes of rain had fallen strongly, latching themselves on to the sweaty forms of market workers after setting up their stalls and hauling crates of produce from their stores. At one point, it had gotten to the stage where it seemed that clothing had merged with the epidermis of one’s flesh, holding on for dear life. No wonder most had chosen to stay at home on such a day as this, hiding away from the cold weather of their Capital.

Louis was, unfortunately, one of the unlucky few who found himself forced to work on his Uncle’s stall. Though, actually, he didn’t really mind the rain. There was something refreshing about it, even though it seemed to make everything much more difficult than usual [unless, of course, you collected rain ]. It had, especially, made it harder to lug those large crates of apples and various other fresh foods over to the stall, something Louis struggled with anyway due to his body not being as well-built as would have been desired.

But, it was something that couldn’t be helped. Luckily, Louis had his uncle to help earlier on in the day, the much larger man finding it easier to carry those hefty wooden boxes, whilst Lou helped make it all look presentable to those few customers that walked by that day. Due to the lack of these said-customers, the young lad had found himself playing a small game of catch with the kid on the opposing stall, tossing one of the smaller red apples between each other in hope of relieving their ever-growing boredom. Of course, this game eventually stopped as the hours progressed, arms growing to ache and even the mild amusement it had provided started to die out.

As the day progressed, the weather had lightened up mildly. Well, it remained grey and dreary, but the rain ceased. Though it was difficult to tell, it was now growing late in hours, the invisible sun setting behind the sea of clouds. It was at this time that Louis’ uncle decided to make an appearance once more, his gruff voice practically booming up at the taller nineteen-year-old.
“Time to clear up, Louis-boy.” The red faced and much older man grinned at his nephew, his rather chunky cheeks hidden by a thick forest of facial hair. “You pack up and then I’ll come back and help carry the stuff back.” With a simple nod from Louis, the man walked back off, his direction seemingly uncertain as he turned into one street and then re-emerged a few moments later and turning into another.

Louis rolled his eyes at his uncle once his back was turned before starting to sort through some of the items that were set upon the table before him, packing them back into the crates that he had loathed several hours before as he had carried them down the street. It was, at that moment, that the rain started to fall once more, pelting down at the people below like the Heavens were playing darts, throwing thousands at a time. Allowing a soft sigh to leave his lips, Lou continued to clear up the stall, hoping to possibly get the job done before the rainfall became any more stronger.

The male’s attire was his usual, though it was obviously much damper than its usual state. Upon his slightly frizzy, dark brown hair, Lou wore his usual work cap, one that he was rarely seen without. It was almost something he was recognised for as the fabric pattern was unique. Before his mother’s passing, she had sewn various pieces of grey and black material to an already made hat, hoping for her husband, or future children, to wear it. And so, being an only child, Lou had been given it for his eighth birthday, and had worn it almost every day since. Other than his hat, Louis also wore a pair of three-quarter length trousers, a dirty white shirt, and a dark brown waistcoat - the same colour as his trousers.

Mainly unaware of those around him, Lou continued to focus on putting things away, his gaze mainly upon the crates on the floor by his side rather than what other people were doing. He didn’t expect many to be all too interested in the stall now that it was closing up and the rain had started to fall again. So, what reason would he have for remaining alert?

ooc; wow, this is poor.

[silverlynxcat]

<sub>It had been proven, everything was against him. Every goddamn little thing was intent on making his life hell from his lack of money, to the god forsaken weather to the bastards which stalked along these streets like they owned the place. Women in their fancy, pretty dresses and frilly purses clutched in long feminine fingers.
The mean who were dressed immaculately with there fancy hats and neatly shaved faces with maybe some neatly cared for beard or moustache. The little kids who trotted the streets laughing and playing, amusing themselves and having a good time which Will venomously envied.

Right now, the weather had once again, in his opinion, decided to turn on him as the great pillowing shapes of grey coiled across the sky in a great mass of impending wetness the male paused and raised his head to look disdainfully at the sky.
Will had nothing against rain in truth, he loved the rain, he loved to sit and watch it, observe the rain cluster on the ground and form puddles which rippled as it was joined with yet more lashing of wet droplets which cascaded from the heavens.

But he only actually liked it when he was in the mood to either get wet or he had shelter. Which at the moment, was neither. He groaned gently, merely a sigh which whispered from his lips as he continued his walk. Although granted it was thankfully not that light and the clouds blocked out the sun like a giant brick wall, so he was safe to wander. Which was good, because the man was hungry, and as if thinking the exact opposite of the vampire he was meant to be, he was glad that there weren't so many people out. There would be less eyes on him, less to judge him, less temptation for his ever growing urges to snatch someone and simply plunge his long, deadly fangs into the tender flesh of succulent neck and feed until he was no longer hungry, until the normal food such as bread and fruit no longer tasted dull and his stomach would stop hurting, would stop him feel like he was actually dying.

It was horrible feeling, his body being weak and his mind faltering as the male set forward again, his bare feet meeting contact with the cold ground where icy rain now fell and pricked dark spots on the pavement. It clung and slid into the thin fabric of his linen shirt and slicked into his hair and trailed down his cheek like a frosty tear. Rich blue eyes glistened lightly and closed briefly as his slow pace continued to carry him to where he felt food may be. He had not eaten in such a long time and his stomach protested vocally to him and he lifted a slim fingered hand to press it to his covered stomach.

"Please hush" he mumbled pathetically, knowing such a request would go unheard by his own body as he continued on his path. His head cocked lightly to the side however as he paused and stared down the street he'd come across, there was a see of colours being stored into boxes. Of course, the bakery was now closed so there was no chance of snaffling some bread, but he would have settled on a dead rat than anything else right now. Most of the other stalls had packed up, so his eye was drawn to one which hosted lush, red skinned apples. Curiously the young male moved forward.

His nose twitched lightly, there was the distinct 'city' smell, where the smell of humans was strong, the smell of wood, stone and other such materials. But from the nearby park wafted the smell of trees and freshly blooming flowers that was merely strengthened by the rain and he was come over with content. But he knew this would be his only opportunity for a meal. His eyes fell on the boy who was packing away, he sighed lightly. The boy was about his age, clearly making a living out of this but although he hated to steal from the poorer of this place he knew he was the worst off out of them.

The boy moved forward, his eyes casually set ahead, his long fangs which reached half way to his chin due to his lack of feeding glinting but hopefully not seen. As soon as he passed the stall his hands shot out snatching a good four apple much to his pleasure as he sharply turned and began to run down the street. Due to not drinking like he should, his improves strengths were affected rather drastically. He was barely stronger than the average human, but stronger no less. He was left to rely on his natural mortal speed which luckily for him was still impressively fast. The only heightened senses that remained was his hearing and smell, but how long that would last he wasn't sure as his bare feet slapped off the ground and the wind whipped his clothes, snagging his black three quarter lengths as he skidded into a nearby dead end alley that was cast into perpetual shadows.

ooc|| Like I said, if my 'poor' posts were like you're poor posts, I'd be very happy with myself x3</sub>