J.P.M.

I am dead, dear. Not stupid.

[marchpatrickjames-blog]

James could not remember the last time he walked outside, it was probably long ago, years, more than 80. It was before his death, before everything started to crumble around him and that was the reason why he was not worried about being in the city when he got there, in fact he would try to take advantage of the fact that he could feel the cold air against his skin, he could see the night for the first time in decades, and it made him stop in the middle of the street and look up, fixing his white shirt when he heard footsteps close to him and he turned to look. “Who are you?”

[damnitjackie]

victoria chase had always DREAMED of going to new york. she dreamed of seeing all of the bright lights and maybe even the small dream of seeing her art hung high on the walls of an art exhibit. she had never dreamed of this though. sure she was in new york, but under circumstances that were so horrible that they made her stomach churn. she was separated from her friends only friend and worst of all– she was weaponless. 

she hid in the shadows, trying her best not to be spotted. she was so scared that she hadn’t even THOUGHT to cry. but her heart was beating so loudly that she could hear it in her ears. it was so loud that she almost didn’t hear something topple over behind her. swiftly turning around victoria gasped in fear. she was too scared to speak but yet she forced out a uncertain, “ who’s there ? ”

[marchpatrickjames-blog]

At night the city looked better than it did during the day, James thought. The city was dirty, messed, and he liked when things were clean and in order. He wondered why no one was taking care of that mess as he walked between ruins at night, trying his best not to get his suit dirty, because that would be a hell of work to keep it clean without the crazy cleaner that Miss Evers was, and she seemed to be nowhere to be found. He happened to bumb into a woman, a scared one and James could swear everyone was too scared around. Then again of course he was used on people crying and screaming in front of him but this time it was not his fault, he could swear. He looked at her, raising his eyebrows slowly.  “What are you so afraid of, my child?”

[offhowells]

it wasn’t like rose tyler had never been to the BIG APPLE, it was th soul fact that she’d never been to the big apple without the doctor. she had traveled to this city without ANY means of transportation. she was BLOODY scared, because every where she turned there were murderous faces. she could only imagine the things they might have done to her if they saw her. if she had only one wish, it would have been to see the doctor. just once, because maybe he could sweep her out of this HORRIBLE place. 

peeking out of the window of an old abandoned coffee shop that she had found, rose spotted some one who looked familiar. or at least they did in contrast to the dark atmosphere.  without really an ounce of thought, rose left her safe spot to interrogate this figure. “ excuse me ? ” she asked.

[marchpatrickjames-blog]

James was just walking around the town and trying to figure out what was inside every ruin, every abandoned shop. It was strange to be out, to have the moonlight touching him again, and he felt alive for the first time in 80 years. He walked inside a old coffee shop and took a sit, waiting to see if anyone would come and he looked up when someone actually did, it was a woman. “What do you want, child?”

[redhotclover]

“Bugger,” Phryne gasped, reaching for her ankle.  It was definitely twisted, at least.  Some hooligans in Halloween masks had been chasing her for the last three blocks, for no other reason than apparently some sick game.  Their manic laughter fizzled into the background, but Phryne wasn’t convinced.  She felt like a lame animal that children poke sticks at just to see what it will do.

“Please,” she begged when she heard the oncoming footsteps.  Her voice was shot.  “Please, don’t hurt me…”

[marchpatrickjames-blog]

All Jamess could think about was how long it had been since he was able to walk outside and so he was taking slow steps, letting out the white smoke from his cigarette and he looked down when he heard a woman crying and begging. “I wont hurt you.” He said, of course in other momeents he would acually take the opportunity but he was not home and that felt different, as there was more of it.