“Turn away,” the dark man groaned with a desperate look in his haunted eyes. His knees hit the pavement in front of the crowd gathered outside of the bar he had just fled from. He could feel them, all of them, watching him, judging him. His lips, cracked with mental and physical exhaustion, parted to release a slight moan. One of his hands grabbed at the sidewalk decorated in the anhedonia of post party memories-cigarette butts and broken beer bottles- that ground together into his palm until soon his blood mingled with the debauchery. His other hand rose to brush and then tighten across his face as he attempted to cover his widening eyes, to hide from the people.
In reality not many were paying attention, a few murmured whispers passed about a group close to him…”It must be drugs. –Talk about a bad trip. –I wish he would just shove off. –I told you we should have gone to the club on Henderson.” But save for the girl that now rushed out of the bar, no one really seemed to care. The girl though, her expression was frantic as her eyes scanned the crowd for a few moments before finally settling on the man.
“Oh God, Jacob.” She rushed towards him, heels clicking, menacing in his mind, as she neared the crouched and cowering man. She slowed as she got closer, hesitant to interrupt his fragile state. But then she noticed he was bleeding and an overwhelming shove pushed her down into a crouch beside him. Her perfectly manicured nails went to rest on his back that shivered in the cold without his forgotten jacket. “Jacob?”
He dropped his other hand to the ground for just a moment as he turned to face the woman, his friend, his lover, and stared at her with those same haunted eyes, though now they were changing, laced with something animalistic, something unforgiving. His lips turned up into a growl as he pushed her away with his bleeding hand. “I said GET AWAY.”
The girl noticeably flinched, at his hard words, at the uncharacteristic shove and the change she could still see within his eyes. The change that stuck with her even as he stood and darted off into the dark cover of the bustling Friday night. It took her a few moment’s to file his expression back, she doubted it would ever be truly discarded, but now was not the time.
“Jacob!” But he was gone and now the same people whispered half caring about the blood smeared girl that crouched watching him fade.
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Originally Posted by Noxious
I honestly thought this intro was begging to become a cliché. I think you did a pretty damn good job. Here is mine.
