Damian's invisible Consciousness practically stumbled into what was thought to be the impossible. his mono voice echoed irregularly out of the darkness. the blue lining of his existence glowed secret, in a way that most of the human eye would easily have looked away from. He could imagine somebody walking by, without giving a Second Glance. Or a glance at all. such information was practically forbidden
Year: 1965
Day: unknown
Dimension: Alternate peculiar dimension
Location: England, in some type of city
Earth version number 23
Modern preferable Style: Hippies at the Disco
*Electrical magic is the doing,
for, underestimation is not the problem,
the ironic unknowledge of another
species branched off of 'regular'
Human beings is due to racist
achievements acted towards
the cousin of Their Own Kind*
(Shakespeare: O, I am fortune's fool!)
Confusion poisoning his thoughts, it's miserable clouding his brain, Damian swore out of anger. " what the fucking hell?!" the Ghostly sound descended into the darkness to no one in particular. Complete silence. You couldn't hear a cricket's mythical chirp, satisfying you under the moon's illumination. but there were no Galactic lights that night hanging from the ceiling, nor any beautiful sounding insects. all he had were the street lights and told fashioned buildings. Inanimate objects to accompany a fool genetically artificial 'ghost'? Wow.
He took a quick look around to observe his surroundings. It wasn't really all that surprising, all there was, were tall buildings here and there, and the street lights reflection bouncing off the thin blanket of water on the dark Streets. Now, don't get him wrong, Damian was - Err… is the one to take pleasure in being alone. it's not the idea of being alone that ever bothered him, it was actually the freight of being plunged randomly into a portal to this unknown place…
It felt as if the streets went on forever, in an endless moist - looking background that followed him everywhere. Everything just looks so similar, it was almost hypnotizing... And boring he suddenly takes notice of the back rooms underneath harnessing some type of object, randomly rolling around. the Shadows hit it expertly, so Damian took notice of its silhouette in the dark. First, he thought it was just something long and round until it finally clicked in his head. 'Alcohol…?' He thought. He nervously peeked around the corner of a building, revealing even more Victorian houses, sprinkled in within the (now known as) slums. And right there - in front of one house was a girl.