Today had been another simple day, in which Alver Starlis slept through most of it. He had gotten used to being a night owl most of his life since he had little use to being awake during the daylight other than maybe classes. Even then, most of the time his classes took place at night, thanks to his special tutor his parents hired over the years. Besides, he always did enjoy the night, it was prettier than people gave it credit for. And it was away from curious eyes.

When he woke up, the pale colored boy yawned and raised his head a little, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. Having slept on his stomach, he propped himself up with his elbows as his pale lavender eyes blinked the sleep away. The dimly lit room, having darkened slightly as the sun lowered to be replaced by the moon and the night sky. Must be around evening. Giving a mild groan as his face flopped back down to his pillow, he rolled over onto his back and swung his legs over the bedside and stood up, stretching his tall body. Sliding his slender long fingers through his messy white hair, he gave a mumble as he walked to the bathroom. Grabbing a purple brush from the left slider from the pearly white sink, he brushed out his messy white hair until it was straight before removing the last of his clothing and getting into the shower. 

After washing himself thoroughly with with a soft cherry blossom scent, he dried himself off with a beige towel while walking back to his room, a similar towel around his waist. Moving to the closet to changed into some clothes to cover his almost naked lean, lightly toned body. Humming as he slipped on a pair of underwear, he wore a pair of white sweats and a long sleeve light brown turtleneck. Grabbing a hair band on his nightstand, he put up his long white hair in a loose low ponytail. Slipping on some white socks he took from his dresser and a pair of silk white gloves, he walked out of his room and went down the small hall that led to the living room and open kitchen. 

The living room had a couch and two cabinets full of books. Since there was no tv or computers, he had to spend a bit of his time reading. A black grand piano also sat in the corner, another hobby of his to relieve his boredom. As he walked to the kitchen, he grabbed a white bowl from the cupboard and poured some cereal in it then added milk. Sitting down at the lonely table, he ate his 'breakfast' in solitude, munching on the sugary crunchy cold food silently. It was indeed lonely, but one had to get used to it when one had a single mother who was a police officer.

Glancing toward the kitchen fridge, he saw a yellow sticky note with some words on them. Probably his mother letting him know she was going to be late again. Looking down at his bowl, he took another bite, pondering what to do tonight. The pale boy probably would of done what he always did and just enjoy solitude in the forests, away from the gawking eyes of the idiotic people of this bloody town. However, tonight was also supposedly a carnival, according to the newspaper. He didn't like people, and he wasn't used to crowds, but he did kinda want to experience a carnival. It was probably more fun with friends, but if he went he could at least say he had that experience. The catch was, he had to deal with those religious people who seemed to just enjoy judging him and making him some sort of attraction.  

'Oh look at the ghost of SaintKrest! Better watch out! Such a rare sight to see him around!' And blah blah. Still, it was only for one night. Can't be that bad right? He had that much tolerance. Glancing toward the time, he gave a few grumbles of disapproval, the tall man sighed before walking to the front door, grabbing his white coat from the coat rack and slipping it on.

He should be fine outside, it was dark so he should have no problem. Slipping on a pair of white and blue-striped tennis shoes before walking out door and locking it behind him.

It was more or less a peaceful walk to the church, if you don't count the people who were staring and whispering about him when he reached the more central of the town. They were promptly ignored however as he made his way to church for Youth Night. This was probably his first time actually attending such a event, but he was only doing it so he could attend the carnival.

As he drew closer and closer to the church, more and more people gathered, making his tall lean body tense as he could just feel the stares and hear their whispers. Once entering the church, he continued to ignore people but walked to the supervisor who was in charge of the Youths attending the little carnival trip. The man seemed surprised to see him, but also didn't say anything. Probably unsure what to say.

[color=plum]"Is this where the Youth group is meeting for Youth night?"[/color] Alver asked bluntly, his voice soft and silky but firm. Watching the man nod slowly, the tall boy grunted before crossing his arms and patiently waiting there.

Suddenly, he caught some whispers just around the corner of the church. The very pale man didn't have to look to know what was going on. For someone who was locked up all the time, his senses were quite good considering he didn't ruin them like most people his age do. So he could make out some of the hushed conversation, sounding younger. Probably middle schoolers.

[color=coral]"Hey, it's that freakishly tall vampire that lives near the forest."[/color] came a boy'a hushed whisper.

[color=orange]"Why's he here? I thought vampires can't come near the church or the cross?"[/color] Another boy whispered.

[color=coral]"Maybe it's some sort of magic spell. Hey, I dare you to go touch him."[/color] The first boy whispered.

[color=orange]"What?! No way he may eat me or something!"[/color] the second boy whined.

[color=coral]"What are you, chicken? Come on! Do it! I'll even give you fifty bucks if you manage to do it. Better yet, make a decent enough attempt."[/color] the first boy challenge.

With a gulp, a middle schooler boy, probably a football player by the looks of things with short brown hair and brown eyes slowly tiptoed his way closer to the ghostly colored man.

Alver remained standing, arms crossed and lavender eyes closed. Pretending not to notice as he listened to the sloppy tiptoeing footsteps. He heard the nervous breathing draw closer until it was right next to him. Taking a few paused moments to allow he younger male poke him in the side, Alver snapped his eyes open and turned toward the boy with a fierce glare and hands outstretched, long slender fingers curved into makeshift claws.

[color=plum]"Rawr!"[/color] Alver hissed, before his frown turned into a minor a amused grin as the younger boy squealed like a little girl before bolting away along with his little friend. 

Huffing, the man straightened and crossed his arms, ignoring the dissapproving look he received from the youth group supervisor.