Post by Preston James on Feb 11, 2014 15:04:47 GMT -5
Being new in town isn't all that hard of an experience for Preston. Sure he has traveled enough for almost anyone, but with just him, his bike, and the open road it was hard to just stop anywhere. Honda made bikes better from before he was born, and with the different odd jobs he had worked since he was teen, it had made fixing the bike up, as well as customizing the 1987 XL600R, sort of an easy task for him.
He didn't want to make this huge scene with coming to a town, where everyone knew everyone, with history and all that, but once he had looked up some images of the beautiful town, he was stuck with it. Supernatural history and all. He had made his way into town, sometime near noon, and it was quite chilly, riding is bike for so long with just a leather jacket.
But Preston liked it that way. The wind in his face, and just him and the open road. It was more than impulse that ad brought Beacon Hills to become more than just some cute small town in his mind. It was the extensive history that the town had had, up to but not including, the vast varieties of supernatural creatures, both dangerous, and docile.
With a couple more roars from his engine, he had finally made it to town. And just like all those pictures that he had happened across, he had fallen in love. It was a beautiful place, already beginning to feel more like home than any of the dozens of homes that he had been passed around as a child. But the drive had taken a lot out of him, and he started to crave the one thing he knew would keep him going at least for a few more hours, until he could fight of the insomnia in the comforts of his own hotel room. Caffeine.
Like the town was answering his questions, popped up the Beacon Hills Coffee shop. Cake and Bake. e pulled his bike into the closest parking spot to the door. Instead of driving a car like most hunters, he drove his bike, which left him with the ability to carry less. Sure he had his small dufflebag, and he would just have to wait in getting settled in until the rest of is equipment got sipped to where he was staying. He sighed, thinking about having to buy a bed, and rent an apartment. He cut the engine to the bike, and swung is leg off, taking another look around. "Seems quiet enough.."
He headed inside to order his coffee, for now just a simple black coffee with hazelnut, and sat by the window. He could feel the stares from the other patrons. They knew. Welcome to freakshow, take a good look he thought as he took a sip of his steaming coffee. It was going to be an adjustment..settling down into a town.
He didn't want to make this huge scene with coming to a town, where everyone knew everyone, with history and all that, but once he had looked up some images of the beautiful town, he was stuck with it. Supernatural history and all. He had made his way into town, sometime near noon, and it was quite chilly, riding is bike for so long with just a leather jacket.
But Preston liked it that way. The wind in his face, and just him and the open road. It was more than impulse that ad brought Beacon Hills to become more than just some cute small town in his mind. It was the extensive history that the town had had, up to but not including, the vast varieties of supernatural creatures, both dangerous, and docile.
With a couple more roars from his engine, he had finally made it to town. And just like all those pictures that he had happened across, he had fallen in love. It was a beautiful place, already beginning to feel more like home than any of the dozens of homes that he had been passed around as a child. But the drive had taken a lot out of him, and he started to crave the one thing he knew would keep him going at least for a few more hours, until he could fight of the insomnia in the comforts of his own hotel room. Caffeine.
Like the town was answering his questions, popped up the Beacon Hills Coffee shop. Cake and Bake. e pulled his bike into the closest parking spot to the door. Instead of driving a car like most hunters, he drove his bike, which left him with the ability to carry less. Sure he had his small dufflebag, and he would just have to wait in getting settled in until the rest of is equipment got sipped to where he was staying. He sighed, thinking about having to buy a bed, and rent an apartment. He cut the engine to the bike, and swung is leg off, taking another look around. "Seems quiet enough.."
He headed inside to order his coffee, for now just a simple black coffee with hazelnut, and sat by the window. He could feel the stares from the other patrons. They knew. Welcome to freakshow, take a good look he thought as he took a sip of his steaming coffee. It was going to be an adjustment..settling down into a town.