THE ARRIVAL [Open]

[Hayden Outlawe]

The walls seemed alive with movement in the dimly lit room, the single light source of the large black candle's flame projecting shadows off everything that seemed to dance around the room, waving and reaching for the young man sitting in the center of them. The only sound present was the sound of ancient pages, crisply sliding off of each other as they were turned again and again.
"Son of a bitch..." Hayden silently swore, slamming his fist onto the small amount of unoccupied space on the altar around the book. Even in his rage, he made a conscious effort NOT to damage the already aged text in front of him. "I know that friggin' spell was in here somewhere. I saw it... Yesterday."

Despite being totally alone, Hayden spoke aloud to himself. Honestly, he did that pretty often. When he was younger, he never did. His mom did though. "It's not crazy unless you answer yourself," she used to say, always followed by both of them laughing. He figured he had picked up the habit from her, his own little way of being closer to her despite the fact he hadn't seen her in years.

"Where are you... Where the hell are-" Hayden stopped himself mid-sentence, blinking hard as he flipped the page. Like every other page in this particular grimoire, everything was in Latin, but something about the illustrations looked really familiar.
Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes bouncing back and forth over the page, reading the handwritten Latin spells and instructions. Two words stood out to him. LOCARI, SPIRITUS. This was it. The locator spell he'd been looking for.

Sighing, he went over to the wooden chest in the corner, running his fingers over the sigils engraved in it before flipping it open. Digging through it, he grabbed every herb he'd seen listed on the page, every animal part. Gathering them all into a bowl, he carried them back over to the altar, using his right hand to draw the circle of sigils while the left held the bowl.
Upon finishing, he looked over it, making sure it was perfect before placing the bowl in the center of them. Looking back at the book, he made sure he had everything, then grabbed a map of California from the floor. Moving the book onto the floor, he placed the map on the altar in its place. Looking around, he double checked that everything was in place. Upon confirming that it was, Hayden took a deep breath before picking up the little box of matches that took up what little space remained on the altar.

"Alright... Here we go," he said, lighting the match. "Locari, spititus!" Dropping the match onto the herbs, he flinched as they basically exploded into flames. Picking up the bowl, he ignored how quickly the heat was causing the bowl to burn his hand, focusing only on finishing the spell as he let the the flames touch the map. "Ignis illuminet tenebras! Absconde eos non amplius!" Sitting the bowl aside, he watched the fire quickly consume the map, burning it to ash in mere seconds. When nothing but ash remained, he looked around, eventually finding the little circle of map that had survived. His left eyebrow shot up as he picked it up, examining it.

"What... Where the hell is that?

Sitting the little slip of map down, he blew out the flames in the bowl and the candle before standing up and walking over to the closet to pack his bags. The text on the little piece of map shown bold as Hayden flipped on the lights in the room, several lines and landmarks shown, but in the center, only two words remained.

BEACON HILLS


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The drive had been long and grueling from his most recent apartment in Virginia to California, stopping only for gas. His stomach was practically screaming at him, begging for him to stop for food somewhere, ANYWHERE. And honestly, as he'd now been in Beacon Hills for like 2 hours and counting, he was pretty inclined to listen to it. After all, the day had gone great. No issues with anything. No run ins, no cops, and with a quick smile, some flirting, and a little pathokinetic help, he even had a gorgeous apartment. Saying he got it at a steal would just be corny, but hell, if it's true, it's true!

Now, now he needed food. And he knew all too well, Cali usually meant good food. Question was, where to find it?

"Food... Food... Food... Where to get some food?" He asked himself, his hands still drumming along the steering wheel and his head still bobbing to the Breaking Benjamin CD blaring through his speakers as his truck rumbled down the road through town.

That question became less about finding a place and more about making a decision rather quickly though as he made his way through the restaurant district. There was a little of everything it seemed. What did he want? Something fancy? Something fast? Something sweet? Hell, hungry as he was, he wanted it ALL. But that wasn't really an option, so he chose the next best thing. A good ol' fashioned diner. It didn't matter where you went, there was always bound to be a few somewhere, and with few exceptions, the food was often pretty damn amazing.

Pulling into a parking place near it, he hopped out of his truck, clicking the button and locking the doors as he walked away. There was a nice breeze blowing through the street as he made his way to the diner, and he had to admit, it felt pretty good. October or not, the California sun was quite warm on his black leather jacket, so the breeze was a nice relief. The air conditioning as he walked into the diner, though, was a little chilly. He didn't mind all that much, but it was a stark difference from outside.

Glancing around at the people already seated, he nodded his head in greeting towards the few who actually looked up at him, then walked over to an empty booth and sat down. Looking around, he nodded his head lightly as he got a feel for the place, and the people. The readings were mixed, but nothing felt too off. With his paranoia sated for the moment, he smiled up as the waitress walked over to him.

"Hey there, handsome. What can I get you to drink?"

Chuckling at the cliche waitress greeting, the little bit of flirting tossed in from the start in hopes of a tip, Hayden looked down at the menu.
"Uh, let me get a Mountain Dew," he replied, returning her large smile with a small smirk. "Actually, make that a chocolate shake."

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Oh, great choice! I'll get that, and be right back to take your order."

"No problem, ma'am. Take your time," he said, nodding his head before looking down at the menu. So many choices... And honestly, his stomach wanted him to choose each and every one. Tapping his fingers along the table to the beat of the song now stuck in his head, he looked around, trying to empathically focus on each customer to see what they were feeling.
If they liked what they were eating, maybe he would!

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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views

Aleksi’s hand glided across the page, his eyes closed, body thrumming with energy. He didn’t know what he was painting, didn’t know anything except for the quick, harsh sound of his breathing, the heavy, galloping beat of his heart. He knew he sounded like he’d run a massive marathon, and that if he went like this for much longer he’d collapse, but whatever his subconscious was seeing, it was big, and it was important. He felt a cramp spasm to life in his hand, making the paintbrush tremble. ”Merde!” He snapped, feeling the vision fade away as his legs gave out from beneath him, and he gripped his wrist in his hand, eyes closing as he panted desperately.

He needed to keep from passing out. Couldn’t pass out…everything faded away, even as his vision tunneled and the sounds around him fuzzed out of focus. The next thing he knew, it had to be the next day. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning at the pain stabbing behind his eyes, and he closed them again, carefully rolling onto his side, and then getting to his hands and knees, crawling into the safe pitch darkness of his bedroom. He only opened his eyes after he’d kicked his door shut, and nearly sobbed with relief as he opened his eyes to the blessed cool darkness of his cave-like room.

The artist didn’t even make it to his bed before he passed out again, this time actually sleeping, at least until later in the day, and when he woke again, he was starving. Alek staggered out of his room, blinking dots away from his vision before he went to his kitchen and dragged a bottle of water out of the fridge, taking long, slow sips so as not to overtax himself, or drink too much for his body to handle. As soon as his thirst was sated for the moment, he left the room to shower. He changed into a pair of dark jeans and a dark blue shirt, placing a black fedora atop of his still damp hair, slinging his violin case across the back of his shoulders via the strap attached to the case.

He needed to get out of his loft. Otherwise he’d go stir crazy, and that wouldn’t help him in making the best of his partial painting. Besides, he hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a while, so he was basically out of anything good other than the necessities, and those definitely weren’t the best by far. Aleksi put a bottle of water into his case, which was just big enough for something of the sort, and slid his sunglasses onto his face before he ventured outside. Even with his sunglasses, the shock of the Autumn sun had his hand shooting out for support against the nearest wall, and his eyes blinking fiercely to ensure he could still see.

Even as he wished he could say that the migraines he got didn’t normally get that bad, he couldn’t, because that had honestly been one of the better of his migraines, as in total, not counting the time painting, he’d only lost a few hours or so. He shook his head and tucked his hands into his pockets, keeping his gaze fixed firmly ahead of him. Aleksi found he’d taken himself into the restaurant district, and he shrugged slightly, figuring he might as well look around for a good place to eat. He stood still on one of the street corners and was caught up in observing the people as they went about their business. They were all fascinating really, the fact that a number of them weren’t human, and that an even larger number were human and had no clue what was going on in their world. The added fact that he’d had some visions about this street corner made it all the more surreal, and he couldn’t help but expect one of them to happen.

But finally the Frenchman pulled himself away from his observing, and strode towards one of the buildings, not really caring about whether or not it was good. Food was food, and at the moment, he hadn’t had food in a very long time, over eight hours at least, so he definitely needed it. He stepped inside the restaurant and looked around, noting with some disappointment and anxiety that all the tables were occupied. He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, and felt goosebumps forming along the exposed skin where his sleeves had been rolled up from the air conditioning. He bit the inside of his cheek and wondered at just how in the world he’d be able to find a spot, though now that he was in the place, he didn’t really feel like leaving again in search of another place to eat. He closed his eyes against a wave of hunger onset dizziness, and when he opened them again they fixed on a lone man sitting at one of the tables, and he found himself approaching cautiously.

He stopped at the table and felt his fingers twitch slightly against an impulse to shove through his hair as he smiled politely, inquisitively. ”Pardon me, monsieur, but is this seat taken, or perhaps I may join you for this meal?” He inquired politely, shifting his weight subtly before standing still and looking the man over curiously. ”My name is Aleksi, but you may call me Alek if you should like.” He offered, holding out his hand for the man to shake should he wish. ”I would not be bothering you were there another open table, and I find myself without the energy to locate another place to eat.” Alek added.

NOTES :: Hope it's okay if I join~
MUSIC :: Man In The Mirror - Michael Jackson
WORDS :: 952
TAGS :: Hayden;

It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers

[Hayden Outlawe]

Hayden sat at his table, tapping his foot as he read over the menu. He was shocked at how much actually sounded good. Everyone in the restaurant seemed to be enjoying themselves, so it wasn't like there was ONE good thing he could pick up on. So, that just leaves one question... If everything is good, what do I want?

Running his fingers through his hair as he thought about it, Hayden looked towards the kitchen, wondering how long his milkshake would take. He had to admit, he was thirsty. And the idea of that shake was bouncing around in his head non-stop.

”Pardon me, monsieur, but is this seat taken, or perhaps I may join you for this meal?”

Shaking his head as he moved out of his thoughts back into the real world, Hayden looked up at the man standing at his table. "I... Uh..."

”My name is Aleksi, but you may call me Alek if you should like.”

"Uh... Hayden, but I... Well..." Hayden offered a small friendly smile to the man as he shook his outstretched hand. Did people in small towns really just go around doing this? Maybe that's why he liked the bigger cities usually. No one would ever simply assume it would be okay to sit with a stranger in big places. Hell, in most big cities, people didn't even acknowledge there WERE other people. Which Hayden liked. Means he was invisible. Apparrently that wouldn't be the case here.

”I would not be bothering you were there another open table, and I find myself without the energy to locate another place to eat.”

Looking around, Hayden realized what the man meant. The place was packed. He had noticed all the people around before, but he hadn't really payed attention to see if there was open space. Duh, Hayden... Place is packed because apparrently it has amazing food.
Trying his best to focus in on the man, Hayden didn't sense any malice coming from him, just hunger. Hunger and what seemed to be confusion, or possibly a nervousness. There was something else... Something, but Hayden didn't know what. He had to admit that since arriving in Beacon Hills, his psychoscopy had been a little off, not that it was ever perfect, but there was obviously a lot of supernatural energy in this town. So, ignoring the paranoia and simply assuming this was just a normal guy looking for a meal, Hayden sighed and tried to muster up his most friendly voice and smile.

"Sure, man. Go ahead. Plenty of room! So, Alek was it?" Looking down at the menu, Hayden chuckled before looking back up. "You wouldn't happen to know what's good here, would ya? I was thinking a double bacon cheeseburger and some fries, but if there is something better, I'll take your word."

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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views

Aleksi wasn’t so eager to approach the stranger sitting alone at his table, but he wasn’t eager to go to any other restaurant either, because in all honesty, he was too tired to just go and find a new place, not to mention that the stranger was one of the few people who had a table to themselves. So he had approached, watching how the man looked towards the kitchen, before he spoke up, seeing the man shake his head and look up. "I... Uh..." Aleksi ran a hand through his hair, offering a small sheepish smile, the expression fading until he appeared solemn once more, as though he took the world too seriously, and perhaps he did, but he was raised that way, and knew nothing other than that.

"Uh... Hayden, but I... Well..." Hayden said, offering a small but friendly smile to the man as he shook his outstretched hand, and amusement glinted in the Frenchman’s eyes. He swept his hand to encompass the rest of the room and smiled that small sheepish smile again. ”As I mentioned, I would not intrude so rudely on your time but there are no other spots open.” He repeated, though he wasn’t trying to be rude, simply trying to make the situation less awkward, less stunted, as if he wasn’t going to be rudely told to head off, then he didn’t want everything to be awkward.

The man looked around, and seemed to realize what Alek had been talking about, and the Pyschic relaxed slightly, glad he had noticed. It wasn’t like he wanted to come off as rude and whatnot. So as he stood there, he really, really hoped that this wasn’t going to turn out worse than it’d started, as he didn’t really feel in the mood to get kicked to the proverbial curb or anything of that sort. Aleksi almost sighed but stopped just in time. He didn’t want to be rude to the man who could make or break what he’d hoped to be a soothing meal outside of his loft. Alek waited patiently, his light eyes calm and collected. "Sure, man. Go ahead. Plenty of room! So, Alek was it?" He said, and Aleksi let out a near silent sigh of relief as he lowered himself into the seat across from Hayden and offered a small smile. ”My thanks, Hayden. Like I said, I didn’t want to intrude of be rude, but it seems I was anyways.” He said helplessly.

"You wouldn't happen to know what's good here, would ya? I was thinking a double bacon cheeseburger and some fries, but if there is something better, I'll take your word." Hayden said with a chuckle as he looked back up from the menu. ”The double bacon cheeseburger is definitely one of the best meals I’ve had here. I think I’ll get that myself as well.” He returned with a slight smile.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: Bryan Adams
WORDS :: 488
TAGS :: Hayden;

It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers

[Hayden Outlawe]

”My thanks, Hayden. Like I said, I didn’t want to intrude or be rude, but it seems I was anyways.”

"Nah, man. You're good. No intrusion whatsoever. What kinda guy would I be if I made you leave?" Hayden smiled at the man, trying to make himself out to be a good guy. If he was going to do what he came here for, and do it without raising suspicions, he needed to blend in. What better way than to seem like an utterly nice guy?

”The double bacon cheeseburger is definitely one of the best meals I’ve had here. I think I’ll get that myself as well.”

Looking back down at the menu for a moment, Hayden thought on it. Nodding his head, he looked back up at Alek with a smile.

"Alrighty, sounds like a plan. So, how long have you-" Just as Hayden began to say something else, attempt to strike up a conversation with the man, his waitress had arrived back with his shake.

"Here ya go, sweetheart. Oh, I didn't realize you had a friend coming! What can I get you to drink, sweetie?"

Glancing over at Alek, he chuckled and waited for the man to order his drink before he ordered his food, or continued his pursuit of information from his interesting new "friend".

NOTES :: SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN SO LONG. And that it's so short.
Hope you don't hate me too much lol. Been a crazy couple of weeks... >_>

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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views

"Nah, man. You're good. No intrusion whatsoever. What kinda guy would I be if I made you leave?" Hayden smiled at him, and Aleksi returned the smile to a degree, lips curving in a small smile that was quick to fade, even if he wasn’t trying to, or really wasn’t trying to come off as the more serious, somber type. ”One who wishes to enjoy his meal in silence? But I am glad you are not upset.”

Alek gave his suggestion on the good food he got there, and Hayden looked down at the menu for a moment before nodding and looking up with a smile. "Alrighty, sounds like a plan. So, how long have you-" He began, only for the waitress to return with the his shake, even as the Frenchman chuckled quietly.

"Here ya go, sweetheart. Oh, I didn't realize you had a friend coming! What can I get you to drink, sweetie?" She asked, and he heard Hayden’s chuckle, even as he smiled politely. ”A glass of water would be perfect, thank you.” He said kindly, dipping his head slightly before looking over at Hayden, waiting to see if he’d order yet or not.

NOTES :: No worries about the short posts, and I don't hate you. :b I'm happy you replied, and I know you'll do the best you can.
MUSIC :: Man of Steel Movie
WORDS :: 199
TAGS :: Hayden;

It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers

[Hayden Outlawe]

Hayden raised an eyebrow at the man sitting across from him. He seemed a little put off... Like something was bothering him. Hayden wasn't sure what it was. Hell, for all he knew, it was just as possible that he simply was nervous about having dinner with a complete stranger. Or maybe this was how he normally was.

Taking a sip of his shake, Hayden listened to the other man order his drink. Chuckling, Hayden once again raised a brow. "Water? Really? That's it? Sure you don't want a shake, a soda, something?" Hayden glanced at the waitress, who seemed amused at them. She most likely assumed they were long-time friends or something, meeting here for lunch. He doubted she could tell they had just met mere minutes before. Though, small town like this one, maybe she knew.

"I think we're both ready to order too, huh?" Looking over at Alek, he offered a friendly smile and nod, then looked back at the waitress. "I'll have a double bacon cheeseburger. Add chili, mushrooms, and mustard. And hmmm... Make that extra bacon too. And a large order of fries. And... Why not throw in an order of mozzarella sticks for the table as well. Oh, and whatever my buddy here wants."

Hayden smiled at the look on the waitress's face. She seemed to be in shock, looking him over. He could feel the confusion coming off of her, one question coming from her mind: "Holy God... Where does he put it all?"

He chuckled to himself at that, but said nothing, simply turning to look at Alek and wait for him to order.

Once the other man had ordered, and the waitress had finished scribbling them down, she looked back up and smiled at them.
"Alrighty, guys. I'll be right back with your food!" And with that, she winked at him before walking off.

Waiting for her to walk off, Hayden turned and looked at Alek, chuckling slightly. "Ya know, I'm never sure whether to take a waitress flirting with me as real, or just angling for a better tip."

Smirking, Hayden drank more from his shake before sitting it down.

"Oh, yeah... So anyway... On what you said earlier, before she walked over, I'm not that big on eating in silence. Eating alone is just boring." Smiling, Hayden looked around the restaurant, then out the window to gaze at the people walking down the street before turning to look back at Alek. "So, I was gonna ask, how long you lived here? Just arrived in town today myself... Wondered if you could tell me anything about the place."

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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views

Aleksi watched as Hayden sipped his drink, and he ordered his own drink before hearing the chuckle that Hayden released as he raised a brow once more. "Water? Really? That's it? Sure you don't want a shake, a soda, something?" He asked, and Alek smiled faintly, shaking his head. ”No, nothing more is needed for now.” He said, lips twitching in amusement as he could see the look the waitress was giving them, seeming amused at what appeared to be two longtime friends bantering.

"I think we're both ready to order too, huh?" The other man added and offered a friendly smile and a nod before looking back at the waitress, and Alek nodded as well. "I'll have a double bacon cheeseburger. Add chili, mushrooms, and mustard. And hmmm... Make that extra bacon too. And a large order of fries. And... Why not throw in an order of mozzarella sticks for the table as well. Oh, and whatever my buddy here wants." Hayden ordered, and Alek smiled in bemusement.

”I’ll have a double bacon cheeseburger, with a side of fries as well as an appetizer of Cesar salad.” He ordered in return, and watched as the waitress scribbled down their orders before smiling at them. "Alrighty, guys. I'll be right back with your food!" She said before winking at him and walking off. Alek raised a brow as he watched her go before turning to Hayden and smiling faintly.

"Ya know, I'm never sure whether to take a waitress flirting with me as real, or just angling for a better tip." He said with a smirk, and Aleksi laughed, a genuine laugh. ”Indeed. They seem to believe that flirtation is a way to better tips with every single male that walks in.” He said thoughtfully, still chuckling.

"Oh, yeah... So anyway... On what you said earlier, before she walked over, I'm not that big on eating in silence. Eating alone is just boring." He said with a smile, looking around the restaurant and then out the window to gaze at the people walking by. "So, I was gonna ask, how long you lived here? Just arrived in town today myself... Wondered if you could tell me anything about the place." He said, and Alek lifted one shoulder in a shrug. ”I have not been here long, a couple years or so, but I have not had many opportunities to explore.”

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: Star Trek Soundtrack
WORDS :: 404
TAGS :: Hayden;

It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers

[Hayden Outlawe]

”Indeed. They seem to believe that flirtation is a way to better tips with every single male that walks in.”

Hayden chuckled at Aleksi's reply. It was true. No matter what restaurant or diner you went to, waitresses always seemed to believe pet names and flirting were the perfect tool to get larger tips. Did it work? Rarely. Well, unless by tips they wanted to end up hooking up with someone... Because that wasn't unheard of in Hayden's travels. In fact... Waitresses were often easy lays. But he wasn't interested in this one. Not really.

Chuckling silently once more, this time at his own thought, Hayden smiled lightly. He didn't reply at first, just offered a friendly smile, then glancing over towards where the waitress was standing behind the counter, he simply replied with "Yup."

Watching Alek shrug, Hayden slightly nodded his head as if that shrug had already answered his question.

”I have not been here long, a couple years or so, but I have not had many opportunities to explore.”

Hayden raised a brow curiously at that. "Really?" That made very little sense in Hayden's mind. Each time he moved to a new place, he was always quick to explore the entire town or city as fast as possible. He liked to know his surroundings, but maybe that was just one of those oddities of his. "Two years and you haven't seen every inch of this place? Beacon... Hills? Yeah, Hills. Beacon Hills doesn't seem like a very big town, man. You just not big on the social scene, or is the town more of a 'the only thing here is the high school sports team' kinda place?"

Hayden didn't even think that his question may have come out a little judgy or that he may be prying a little too much into the man's personal business. That was just who he was... He didn't really have any sort of filter. If he thought or wanted to know something, he just asked.

"Truth is, I wasn't even sure on moving to this place. Kinda seems dangerous, ya know? Lotsa murders and animal attacks. Just seems weird, don't ya think?"

Okay, yeah, so that wasn't his most subtle move. In fact, probably the least tact he's ever used... But what other way was there to get that into the conversation? Something had led him here, and it didn't take a master of research to say that all the shit in the news about Beacon Hills and its surrounding areas wasn't normal. Far from it. The fact that the FBI or the CIA or something hadn't sent agents out to rip the town apart for answers was mind boggling to him. Useful, seeing how if whatever was doing all the killing could get away with it, whatever he ended up having to do wouldn't even end up on the local radar.

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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views

The other man chuckled at Aleksi’s reply, and chuckled a few moments later at what seemed to be his own thoughts, smiling slightly to himself. Alek wasn’t at all put out or discomfited by the act of waiting for a response, not really minding silence, well, partially silence, considering the packed restaurant was far from truly being silent. "Yup." He replied with a friendly smile, nodding as Alek shrugged, and the lanky Frenchman smiled slightly, his gaze lit up with the enjoyment of a fulfilling but unhurried conversation.

"Really?" Hayden asked with a raised brow that had Alek’s smile turning sheepish even as he gave a one shouldered shrug once more, dipping his head in a nod. "Two years and you haven't seen every inch of this place? Beacon... Hills? Yeah, Hills. Beacon Hills doesn't seem like a very big town, man. You just not big on the social scene, or is the town more of a 'the only thing here is the high school sports team' kinda place?" He asked, and the European chuckled, smiling a bit wider at that, shaking his head. ”No, no. Nothing of that kind. The work that I do is very involving, unfortunately, and as such, I have not have much of any chances to get out and truly enjoy what this quaint town has to offer.”

And by work he meant visions, and truthfully he knew all too much about the town’s darker corners and alleys, knew all about most of the crimes that had occurred in the past two years or so, and it made him wonder just what he could gain by venturing out more than he had to, when he was so often wrapped in his visions. "Truth is, I wasn't even sure on moving to this place. Kinda seems dangerous, ya know? Lotsa murders and animal attacks. Just seems weird, don't ya think?" Hayden said, and Alek dipped his head in agreement, though he didn’t know how much to say on the subject, given that he knew why everything was so weird. ”It is odd, indeed. There are few places that I have heard of such attacks, and never in such high frequency, paired with such odd murders.” He said evenly.

NOTES :: <3
MUSIC :: Ready To Go - Panic! At the Disco
WORDS :: 374
TAGS :: Hayden;

It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers