A lone man stood, leaning with one foot crossed over the other, on a curb in the middle of the night, rare Texan snow flakes drifting down like some sort of fairy-like frosting on the black tarmack of the road. The beacon of light he stood under highlighted the flakes as they fell like pieces of the cloud smothered sky. He turned his collar up over his scarf, shielding his freckle dusted cheeks from the angry cold.
His breath fogged and dissipated into the thin haze of cigarette smoke oozing lazily from the cigarette hanging from his lip. With one hand he casually pushed his darkly tinted sunglasses further up his straight nose, hiding the sliver of a sliver of deepest red that was showing. His jacket clad shoulders and coolly styled silver blonde head had accumulated a thin layer of snow, the broken record printed on the back standing in brilliant contrast to almost luminescent white.
He stood up straight rather suddenly and turned towards the inner city road of the intersection he was standing at. As he walked slowly, his face remaining blank, he raised his hands at shoulder length, his palms flat and facing the ground. A sound that resembled that of a record being twitched back and forth sporadically by an experienced DJ rang in the air and the scene of the man switch to a boy dressed all in red, a hood and long cape a darker crimson, standing on a rocky landscape. But only for a second.
And in just the same amount of time, the man was gone. The Texas city changed into a rocky plain and then he was gone. The Texan city was without another man. Somewhere else in this Texas city, another young man standing on another street curb shivered as the wind picked up, tugging at his thick, onyx coloured hair. The other young man turned to his company and frowned over his glasses.
"Come on Rose, it's getting real late. We should start to...head home..."
Hello again dear readers _
Jegus, this is something to prove I've been semi-productive! I've sort of lost the feel of Heart and Spade , but dont worry I'll pick it up soon enough...
My Open Office thingymabob is being enormously retarded and I don't know if these line thingies will show up on ... mother of Gog I hope not!
Anyway, as much as I ship John/Kar, I also ship Dave/John, and don't worry smut will happen..eventually.. Oh and also if anyone here has pesterchum, I have FAR too much time so if you wanna talk my chumhandle is...drum roll..insomniaticLiterati :3
Anyway!
Hope you enjoyed my prolog~
Peace out!