Slipping inside the dark area his gray and blue rimmed eyes scanned the place, it seemed like a good dark place to smoke. He dropped a ragged black bag to the ground, it held all his posetions, drugs and c.d's. His right pale hand lifted and then shifted inside his pocket, moving his un-tucked black dress shirt aside to reach within the jean pocket confines. Lean fingers pulled the box out retrieved a cigarette and replaced the box. Leaning against a dirty wall he lit up the smoke, the spark of light made his eyes twitch and relax. Cepheus took a long deep drag from the smoke and the blew out gray smoke from his nose. His pale face was illuminated slightly from the glow of the light and he looked towards the ceiling.
Could fall on me at anytime...Awesome. Slipping down the wall and into a sitting position the small feminine male pulled out a broken piece of glass, from a beer bottle, and slowly rolled up his sleeves. Upon his flesh were old scars and a few cuts and lines bleeding. Running the pad of his thumb along the sharp point he watched it bleed and nodded slightly to himself before dragging a line along his wrist. Words formed and blurred as blood dotted out and dripped along his arm. Grinning with a high feeling Ceph brought the words from his skin to his mouth and then into the air, "Already Dead..."
His heart sped up as the blood was making him dizzy, stopping he looked around, sighed, and put the glass back in his pocket. Lifting the kindling cigarette to his mouth of full lips he took a long drag. Sitting in the dark Cepheus wondered why he was here and what the hell that shadow was in the corner. Something hissed and he flinched as a rather mean looking cat came out of the shadows. A slight growl emitted from his throat and he threw the smoke at the cat, smoke billowing from his mouth. Blood dripped slowly from his wrist as the cat ran, scampering back to it's hidey-hole. Leaning against the wall he yawned and rubbed his eyes. The blood was drying, but still pushing against the confines of his skin. Legs clad in dark blue denim splayed out in front of him and he rest his arms on his knees. Looking out dully into the darkness threatening to swallow him whole.
Cool words fell from pale lips, "Nothing to do...No One either." His light brown, dark brown, and black hair swayed across his face, thin brown wisps of his bangs swayed in front of his hazing eyes as he took another smoke to his lips. Puffing and exhaling. A dreary melancholy beat. Oh well....
