Jerry Dandridge [Fright Night (remake)] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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itinere2016-03-11 07:22 pm
jerrythevampire) wrote in itinere2016-03-11 07:22 pm
[Open] To Hell and back again
Fucking hell.
Just when Jerry thought he was at the end of the world, he ends up here.
At least this place doesn't entirely suck. There is running water and a decent house to stay in with a basement. These are all good things.
What isn't good? Jerry has to fucking start over again. He's got to be polite and charming and all that bullshit. He's got to have a reason that he can only go out at dusk. Somehow, he doesn't think "construction worker" is going to be an excuse that carries here.
But he has money, he has beer. What he doesn't have is Faith. And he tries to tell himself that that doesn't bother him, but he'd be fucking lying (not that anyone here would ask, but it's the principle of the thing).
Despite the weather, he sits on his little porch, feet kicked up with a six pack of beer at his feet. He watches anyone who comes and goes in front of his little house. He's ready to smile, ready to say hi, ready to make nice. He's been alive for over 400 years because he's not an idiot. He won't feed on anyone too night; he just needs to make nice. See? Nothing to be afraid of here.
Just when Jerry thought he was at the end of the world, he ends up here.
At least this place doesn't entirely suck. There is running water and a decent house to stay in with a basement. These are all good things.
What isn't good? Jerry has to fucking start over again. He's got to be polite and charming and all that bullshit. He's got to have a reason that he can only go out at dusk. Somehow, he doesn't think "construction worker" is going to be an excuse that carries here.
But he has money, he has beer. What he doesn't have is Faith. And he tries to tell himself that that doesn't bother him, but he'd be fucking lying (not that anyone here would ask, but it's the principle of the thing).
Despite the weather, he sits on his little porch, feet kicked up with a six pack of beer at his feet. He watches anyone who comes and goes in front of his little house. He's ready to smile, ready to say hi, ready to make nice. He's been alive for over 400 years because he's not an idiot. He won't feed on anyone too night; he just needs to make nice. See? Nothing to be afraid of here.