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Subject: What a Pretty Night, What a Petty Crime


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Drake Jamison
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Date Posted: 17:55:30 09/05/09 Sat
In reply to: Addision 's message, "flaunt it." on 14:54:03 09/05/09 Sat










The brunette man walked along the subway, watching as the trains passed, the people inside in a hurry. Everyone was always running somewhere, always having something to do, someone to get home to. He shook his head running a hand through brown locks. Everyone besides him, that is. He had no one to go home to, had nothing overly important to do. The last time he had something like that was on the day before his...wedding. He snarled lightly at the thought. That had been the worst day of his life, finding his fiance in bed with his best friend. No, he had no one to get home to, no one to go home and snuggle with. He needed another long and good run.

Whenever he shifted to his panther form and went for a run, he lost all sense of everything besides the wind running through his short fur, the nature surrounding him, and the movements of his limbs. He had already been gone for over 5 hours today and he already felt as though he needed another good and long run. He had moved to Cascade City to get away from the memories, to start over, to find love again. It had been a year since that fateful day. He wanted to restart, he wanted a new beginning. The only problem was letting go and finding soemone who could allow him to do that. His black long sleeved black shirt was rolled up to right above his elbows. His designer jeans covered his muscular calves as he walked along in the dim lighting of the subway. His black designer trenchcoat hugged around his form as he continued his trek along the narrow passageways. Soft brown eyes wandered around him as he walked until something caught their attention. Deep browns focused in on the form sitting upon the bench. He sniffed the air. Female, most definately. As he walked closer he could make out her form. Hmmm...she smelled sweet, not like something to eat, but just something sweet. She was dressed causually but also very fashionable. Hmm...his guess is that she was rich. As he neared her he lifted his hand in greeting. "Hey."

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