[A ghost of John Blake appears from somewhere late in the first year. He's dressed in all black, wearing body armor that covers him from the neck down. A cape trails behind him as he crosses Helena's room, and in his hands he carries a cowl.
It passes from Blake's hands to Helena's hands. Her expression is one of amusement, but John's doesn't seem quite so pleased. He asks for her assistance once more, and she agrees to put her mind to the problem, but in the meantime, she has something else to show him.
The scene ends and begins again before Wells can pull anything from her desk.]
[The Grounds]
[In year one, John Blake is celebrating his third Christmas in Wonderland. He's by himself, out in the snow, and he's working on some sort of snow fort project. The wall he's mounded up is nearly two feet tall, and behind is a stack of pre-made snowballs, arranged like they're ready to go into a cannon at any moment.
As it stands, he's at the wall, creating tiny snow soldiers. Each one has its own flair, much like those being built every year in the Calvin & Hobbes comic strips. The loop is fairly long — close to two whole minutes — and in that time, John's able to add three soldiers and step back to appreciate his work.]
[The Library]
[From the beginning year two, the image of two ghosts flicker near the library stacks along the far wall. The loop is short, maybe only thirty seconds, but it's basically seamless.
Blake leans heavily on the arm of the couch, flipping idly at the page of some paperback. Stretched along the couch, casual as he pleases, the demon, Crowley, lays with his head on Blake's lap. In his hand, a glass of alcohol is cradled against his chest.
They're silent, mostly unmoving, and completely comfortable with the proximity between them.]
[The Kitchen]
[The spread in the kitchen is from some time in the second year. There's a birthday cake, but the name's already been eaten off of the confection. Many people are gathered, and Blake is among them. He's wearing a party hat and a smile the whole time.
As the scene plays on, something distracts Blake and he's quickly at the side of the table, snatching a little gray kitten from the center of the half-eaten spread. It gets cradled against him in such a way that's uncommon for John Blake. He smiles, presses his face into the small ball of fur, and then turns and disappears as someone calls him in their direction.]
[Blake's Room - Closed to Crowley]
[From late in year two, a very private moment that Blake is glad happens to be contained to his bedroom on the fourth floor. Locked in an intimate embrace with Crowley, the two men offer an impressive display of rucked clothing and passionate kissing that is probably a rival the cover of near any romance novel.
No words can pass between them — their mouths are too occupied — but they certainly don't seem to need any coaxing to push forward. The loop is a minute, a whole minute, and it starts at one end of the bedroom, pushes along the wall, and ends on the other side of the room. Luckily, the state of undress by the end of it is enough that no one privy to the image has to see too much, but it's entirely clear what's going on, and where the scene is going.]
[Random Tea Room]
[Very close the the end of year three, right before the trip into the Core, a ghost of John Blake silently pores over plans. Everything he can gather is laid out in front of him, and while the majority of it is unreadable thanks to the ghostliness of the image, it might be clear that a good portion of it has been angrily scratched over with a pen.
John sits with his hands in his hair for thirty seconds, and when that amount of time has passed, he pushes up from his chair. The chair falls back to the floor behind him, and Blake shoves everything from the surface of the table in a fit of uncontrolled anger.
For another twenty seconds, he stands there panting, hair and eyes wild as he stares off at nothing. And then his shoulders drop and what can only be described as a profound sadness settles on his features.
Without a word, he paws a hand across his face and crouches to begin the slow process of picking up the pieces, even if it's too little and too late for him.]
John Blake - Various Locations
[A ghost of John Blake appears from somewhere late in the first year. He's dressed in all black, wearing body armor that covers him from the neck down. A cape trails behind him as he crosses Helena's room, and in his hands he carries a cowl.
It passes from Blake's hands to Helena's hands. Her expression is one of amusement, but John's doesn't seem quite so pleased. He asks for her assistance once more, and she agrees to put her mind to the problem, but in the meantime, she has something else to show him.
The scene ends and begins again before Wells can pull anything from her desk.]
[The Grounds]
[In year one, John Blake is celebrating his third Christmas in Wonderland. He's by himself, out in the snow, and he's working on some sort of snow fort project. The wall he's mounded up is nearly two feet tall, and behind is a stack of pre-made snowballs, arranged like they're ready to go into a cannon at any moment.
As it stands, he's at the wall, creating tiny snow soldiers. Each one has its own flair, much like those being built every year in the Calvin & Hobbes comic strips. The loop is fairly long — close to two whole minutes — and in that time, John's able to add three soldiers and step back to appreciate his work.]
[The Library]
[From the beginning year two, the image of two ghosts flicker near the library stacks along the far wall. The loop is short, maybe only thirty seconds, but it's basically seamless.
Blake leans heavily on the arm of the couch, flipping idly at the page of some paperback. Stretched along the couch, casual as he pleases, the demon, Crowley, lays with his head on Blake's lap. In his hand, a glass of alcohol is cradled against his chest.
They're silent, mostly unmoving, and completely comfortable with the proximity between them.]
[The Kitchen]
[The spread in the kitchen is from some time in the second year. There's a birthday cake, but the name's already been eaten off of the confection. Many people are gathered, and Blake is among them. He's wearing a party hat and a smile the whole time.
As the scene plays on, something distracts Blake and he's quickly at the side of the table, snatching a little gray kitten from the center of the half-eaten spread. It gets cradled against him in such a way that's uncommon for John Blake. He smiles, presses his face into the small ball of fur, and then turns and disappears as someone calls him in their direction.]
[Blake's Room - Closed to Crowley]
[From late in year two, a very private moment that Blake is glad happens to be contained to his bedroom on the fourth floor. Locked in an intimate embrace with Crowley, the two men offer an impressive display of rucked clothing and passionate kissing that is probably a rival the cover of near any romance novel.
No words can pass between them — their mouths are too occupied — but they certainly don't seem to need any coaxing to push forward. The loop is a minute, a whole minute, and it starts at one end of the bedroom, pushes along the wall, and ends on the other side of the room. Luckily, the state of undress by the end of it is enough that no one privy to the image has to see too much, but it's entirely clear what's going on, and where the scene is going.]
[Random Tea Room]
[Very close the the end of year three, right before the trip into the Core, a ghost of John Blake silently pores over plans. Everything he can gather is laid out in front of him, and while the majority of it is unreadable thanks to the ghostliness of the image, it might be clear that a good portion of it has been angrily scratched over with a pen.
John sits with his hands in his hair for thirty seconds, and when that amount of time has passed, he pushes up from his chair. The chair falls back to the floor behind him, and Blake shoves everything from the surface of the table in a fit of uncontrolled anger.
For another twenty seconds, he stands there panting, hair and eyes wild as he stares off at nothing. And then his shoulders drop and what can only be described as a profound sadness settles on his features.
Without a word, he paws a hand across his face and crouches to begin the slow process of picking up the pieces, even if it's too little and too late for him.]