Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 3:29:40 GMT
Being a banshee wasn’t really all that great. Normally, things were fine. You could hear things like a normal person and walk around people without wanting to shove a pencil in both of your ears. It was a wonderful way to live life, like a normal person. No strange noises that clouded your every being. If It had something to do with birds, the chirps were louder than normal, the whistling just about drove you mad, but if you really controlled what you were, controlled your abilities as a banshee, you knew that it was safe to walk around with headphones in to drown out all the miscellaneous noises that came from the outside world. Did you care if the world was ending that day? No? Shove headphones in your ears. Solved. Everything.
Or at least it did when you were Damien Anderson. He was doing just great. He was smiling at people, who seemed to be content with smiling back at him, some waving. Most of the people in Beacon Hills seemed to be quite pleasant so far. No one really rang any bells, then again, he couldn’t hear anything so he wasn’t all that worried about it. Rock music rang in his ears as he walked about the shopping district, enjoying his time off. He only had a few months of freedom before he started working again, teaching at an American secondary school, or high school, he supposed. He was sure he would get people asking where he was from he spoke to them, but for now, he settled for smiling, nodding, and occasionally waving.
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