07-20-2008, 02:43 AM
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For nearly five months, no one had called him that name. It was enough that the young man stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going dead and then fever bright. From his body language, one might think he had been startled by a fast moving car, a thunderclap. The red-head (whose hair was much darker at the roots) turned, and spotted a familiar figure. Jasper—he hadn’t expected him here, and he hadn’t seen him since that day, but all too suddenly he felt a rush of emotions. The first was excitement, to finally see one of his siblings, but the second was rage and that rage was always the stronger of the two.
His eyes narrowed and darkened, turning cold.
“That’s not my name,” he stated flatly.
“Who are you? What do you want?” The accent, that muddled mix of Irish/English, that could have given him away—except for the fact the rest of the clan had never gone with their uncle, having vanished into the European wilderness like shadows and ghosts.
I've got to remember this is just a game
For nearly five months, no one had called him that name. It was enough that the young man stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going dead and then fever bright. From his body language, one might think he had been startled by a fast moving car, a thunderclap. The red-head (whose hair was much darker at the roots) turned, and spotted a familiar figure. Jasper—he hadn’t expected him here, and he hadn’t seen him since that day, but all too suddenly he felt a rush of emotions. The first was excitement, to finally see one of his siblings, but the second was rage and that rage was always the stronger of the two.
His eyes narrowed and darkened, turning cold.
“That’s not my name,” he stated flatly.
“Who are you? What do you want?” The accent, that muddled mix of Irish/English, that could have given him away—except for the fact the rest of the clan had never gone with their uncle, having vanished into the European wilderness like shadows and ghosts.