Post by .:Drake:. on Feb 2, 2007 17:13:21 GMT -5
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You've got to fight just to make it through.
Cuz I will be the death of you.
OOC: Open to anyone
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You've got to fight just to make it through.
Cuz I will be the death of you.
Drake awoke uneasily from his sleep. He had been dreaming about that night...the night he died. He listened to the radio for a while, mouthing the lyrics as they were being sung. As he sat up, he groaned and stretched his arms, muscles tensing, then relaxing as he let his arms drop. The light coming form under the shade was semi-bright, the sun still in the sky. Drake got to his feet and stretched once more, getting dizzy like he got up too fast. As the dizziness passed, he yawned and walked out the door and into the living room, hardwood floor cold beneath his feet.
The blinds were closed as they should be. Drake walked to the next room and turned on the fluorescent light. His work-out equipment lied where he left it yesterday. He figured he might as well start now because there was no way he would sleep now. He sat on the bench in front of his free weights and began his arm curls.
Hours later, he stood, sweating profusely. He breathed deeply and sighed as he left the room and went to the bathroom. He turned the water on in the tub with his mind as he entered the room and undressed. He watched the steam rise, standing naked in the middle of the floor, then entered the shower. The hot water felt good on his sweating, cold skin.
As he dressed, he decided that he would explore the neighborhood for a while before heading into town. His apartment was on the third floor of his building, end of the hallway on the left, window facing the street. He went into the living room for a moment, dressed in his black teeshirt and blue jeans, looking at the dim light on the floor. The sun was almost down and he had to go get his mail yet. It was only the third day since his arrival to Forks, but his boss knew where he was at all times. The life of a hit-man.
Drake walked to the kitchen and grabbed a package of blood from the fridge. Cold blood wasn't his favorite, but it served its purpose as breakfast. He went out his door, down the hall, and down the stairs to the mail boxes, hoping not to encounter anyone, but then again, he wouldn't mind it either.
The blinds were closed as they should be. Drake walked to the next room and turned on the fluorescent light. His work-out equipment lied where he left it yesterday. He figured he might as well start now because there was no way he would sleep now. He sat on the bench in front of his free weights and began his arm curls.
Hours later, he stood, sweating profusely. He breathed deeply and sighed as he left the room and went to the bathroom. He turned the water on in the tub with his mind as he entered the room and undressed. He watched the steam rise, standing naked in the middle of the floor, then entered the shower. The hot water felt good on his sweating, cold skin.
As he dressed, he decided that he would explore the neighborhood for a while before heading into town. His apartment was on the third floor of his building, end of the hallway on the left, window facing the street. He went into the living room for a moment, dressed in his black teeshirt and blue jeans, looking at the dim light on the floor. The sun was almost down and he had to go get his mail yet. It was only the third day since his arrival to Forks, but his boss knew where he was at all times. The life of a hit-man.
Drake walked to the kitchen and grabbed a package of blood from the fridge. Cold blood wasn't his favorite, but it served its purpose as breakfast. He went out his door, down the hall, and down the stairs to the mail boxes, hoping not to encounter anyone, but then again, he wouldn't mind it either.
OOC: Open to anyone
