cooper0923
just looking
ooc:{ Hey, so here is a starter. It has a been a little bit so I hope its a good point for you, if you need me to change it or you would like to add to it let me know. I had an idea. I purposely didn't set a time when my character first appears so I had that open to what ever you like, lost loves or we knew each other or we didn't. Second I set in modern times in college if I didn't express that enough and as the his age and time I was thinking 22-23, senior year for him. You can be same age or younger your pic. And if you want to be reincarnated too. Either it being one of your multiple lives, or maybe this is your second run at it, like you are still new or maybe you can be just human and it all kinda runs its course. Sorry I don't want to complicate me starter just throwing random ideas your way. Thanks for being patient. 
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*There was a tight atmosphere. The air hung heavy as it lashed its icy cold wind. It had rained a few hours ago and the feeling had not left yet. The clouds were scattered but present as they hid the moon making it a dark night.*
"Get him! Don't let him get away!"
*The yells echoed the sleepy streets. The foot steps bounced high against the high walls. Only silhouettes were visible.*
"Where did he go?!"
"I don't know."
"Well find out!"
*His knees were pressed to his chest as he tried to keep his breath even. The adrenaline was coursing to fast as it made his body shake. He kept his hands over his mouth. He knew if he was to loud they would find him. He closed his eyes a moment and held the small locket around his neck. He dare not open it, knowing the image would make it hard to keep focused now. He knew he had to get back to her before they could.
He froze as he heard the steps close in on him. The stair case he was hiding under was enough to keep them from finding him but the trail of blood he left would lead them to him. With out a second thought he was off again. He ran to one of his perusers and pushed him to the ground. The others turned to him, aiming their guns to him again. He dodged them as he turned the corner into an alley. His vision started to blur again, the loss of blood started to take its toll. He looked behind, they were not following. He wiped his forehead, the sweat pearling across his face. He thought only a little longer, thats all he needed. He just wanted to make it back. Sadly what was not meant to be.
He only heard the sound, didn't even feel the burn till he was already on the ground as crimson began to flow from him. He looked up to the clearing skies. The starts were beginning to become visible again. He started to feel heavy again. A face looked down at him, his features hidden in shadows. At this point he didn't care who it might be.*
"I hate this part"
*Those were his last words as his closed his eyes, waiting the the crack of the gun and the light, then the darkness of an old friend came and wrapped him in darkness*
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"Excuse me, hello?"
The words echoed. A chill ran down his spine.
Michael: "Yes professor?"
A few laughs broke the silence
Professor Thomas: "Ah, you are awake. Thank you fore joining us. I didn't mean to interrupt your nap but you are paying good money to be here, so unless you want your parents to waste it I'd suggest you wake up and pay attention"
*Michael opened his eyes to look at his class mates looking back, then in the middle of the hall his professor standing with test sheets. Michael moved his neck little. The joints bent to let a little crack out. With a deep breath he sat up in his chair as he brandishes a small smile.*
Professor T: "Anything you care to add?"
*Michael's smiled widened. He stood up, collected his books and notepad and placed them in his messenger bag. The class smiled. Some of them knew of him and knew his angst. Others who didn't or were new like the professor looked on confused. Before walking down the steps he grabbed his jacket and headed for the professor*
Michael: "I'm here on a full scholarship sir. And this one is my paper thank you"
*Michael didn't wait for him to hand him the graded paper with a perfect score. Before the Professor could answer Michael had already opened the door towards the grounds.
A few mins later Michael found himself sitting alone in the library where he usually liked to spend his time. His earbuds were on and he was lost in Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The melody had stuck with him ever since he had went to opening night 1802. It played as his eyes read his Professors writings on how he looked forward to meeting who ever had written the paper. First impressions he thought as he crumbled the paper and pushed it aside. It being on Charles Cornwallis made it comical that he would write a paper on his own former life in 1655.
As the last few bars in the opening movement came to an end his eyes lifted to catch a glimpse of himself in a reflection of a window. His pale grey eyes looking back at him. His hair combed neatly back, black locks this time with a darker skin tone. His current genes from Italian drank the sun light deeply. He looked away just as quick, remembering his 'dream'. He could almost still take the gun power in his mouth*
}*There was a tight atmosphere. The air hung heavy as it lashed its icy cold wind. It had rained a few hours ago and the feeling had not left yet. The clouds were scattered but present as they hid the moon making it a dark night.*
"Get him! Don't let him get away!"
*The yells echoed the sleepy streets. The foot steps bounced high against the high walls. Only silhouettes were visible.*
"Where did he go?!"
"I don't know."
"Well find out!"
*His knees were pressed to his chest as he tried to keep his breath even. The adrenaline was coursing to fast as it made his body shake. He kept his hands over his mouth. He knew if he was to loud they would find him. He closed his eyes a moment and held the small locket around his neck. He dare not open it, knowing the image would make it hard to keep focused now. He knew he had to get back to her before they could.
He froze as he heard the steps close in on him. The stair case he was hiding under was enough to keep them from finding him but the trail of blood he left would lead them to him. With out a second thought he was off again. He ran to one of his perusers and pushed him to the ground. The others turned to him, aiming their guns to him again. He dodged them as he turned the corner into an alley. His vision started to blur again, the loss of blood started to take its toll. He looked behind, they were not following. He wiped his forehead, the sweat pearling across his face. He thought only a little longer, thats all he needed. He just wanted to make it back. Sadly what was not meant to be.
He only heard the sound, didn't even feel the burn till he was already on the ground as crimson began to flow from him. He looked up to the clearing skies. The starts were beginning to become visible again. He started to feel heavy again. A face looked down at him, his features hidden in shadows. At this point he didn't care who it might be.*
"I hate this part"
*Those were his last words as his closed his eyes, waiting the the crack of the gun and the light, then the darkness of an old friend came and wrapped him in darkness*
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"Excuse me, hello?"
The words echoed. A chill ran down his spine.
Michael: "Yes professor?"
A few laughs broke the silence
Professor Thomas: "Ah, you are awake. Thank you fore joining us. I didn't mean to interrupt your nap but you are paying good money to be here, so unless you want your parents to waste it I'd suggest you wake up and pay attention"
*Michael opened his eyes to look at his class mates looking back, then in the middle of the hall his professor standing with test sheets. Michael moved his neck little. The joints bent to let a little crack out. With a deep breath he sat up in his chair as he brandishes a small smile.*
Professor T: "Anything you care to add?"
*Michael's smiled widened. He stood up, collected his books and notepad and placed them in his messenger bag. The class smiled. Some of them knew of him and knew his angst. Others who didn't or were new like the professor looked on confused. Before walking down the steps he grabbed his jacket and headed for the professor*
Michael: "I'm here on a full scholarship sir. And this one is my paper thank you"
*Michael didn't wait for him to hand him the graded paper with a perfect score. Before the Professor could answer Michael had already opened the door towards the grounds.
A few mins later Michael found himself sitting alone in the library where he usually liked to spend his time. His earbuds were on and he was lost in Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. The melody had stuck with him ever since he had went to opening night 1802. It played as his eyes read his Professors writings on how he looked forward to meeting who ever had written the paper. First impressions he thought as he crumbled the paper and pushed it aside. It being on Charles Cornwallis made it comical that he would write a paper on his own former life in 1655.
As the last few bars in the opening movement came to an end his eyes lifted to catch a glimpse of himself in a reflection of a window. His pale grey eyes looking back at him. His hair combed neatly back, black locks this time with a darker skin tone. His current genes from Italian drank the sun light deeply. He looked away just as quick, remembering his 'dream'. He could almost still take the gun power in his mouth*
