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Post by Jarrod on Sept 21, 2007 11:12:27 GMT -5
Jarrod walked in silence for a bit, digesting this information. Vampires and werewolves were not unheard of; late night bonfires were the perfect places for such stories. But he had never figured on meeting one. He was not overly surprised simply because he was a go-with-the-flow kind of guy; living near the unpredictable ocean had taught him that even the seemingly impossible could happen. "So..." he finally said, shifting the heavy teen in his arms, "werewolves. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Namir, my name is Jarrod, and I'm more than happy to help you out. Honor is a lost art these days, but I do my best to keep it alive." Gazing around, he began to climb up a dune, his bare feet sinking into the fine white sand. "I'm a beach bum, to be honest, a college dropout, you might say. No demons for me; unless you could call my obsession with the ocean a demon possession. My brother is the golden boy of the family; straight A's, perfect girlfriend, always obeys the rules. I went the opposite way; my parents tried to send me to school inland, but being away from my beautiful lady almost killed me," he explained, breathing in deeply, inhaling the tangy, wild scent of the salty air. "So I live here, or wherever there's a beach. I'm just barely twenty, but I've never been happier."
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