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entrancelogs2015-06-13 02:00 pm
lifeskills) wrote in entrancelogs2015-06-13 02:00 pm
OPEN | i looked around i saw and heard of none like me
Who: Victor Frankenstein (lifeskills) and anyone who wants a run-in with the good doctor.
Where: 10th floor, basement, library, generally anywhere around the mansion you'd like!
When: June 12-14th.
Rating: PG-13 in case of drive-by ghoul encounters?
Summary: Who ordered this ice wall? After escaping the hi-tech, anti-ghoul defenses set up on his floor, it's just another day in the life. But ghouls probably don't want this guy, he tastes like dead bodies, narcotics, and sadness.
The Story:
12th
[Taking a room on the tenth floor had been no more than random choice when Vanessa had been in residence. At first, it had only been to keep close to her, and in her absence, Victor had ultimately found it aesthetically-pleasing to be on the highest level where the roof and the attic converged, away from the hustle and bustle of the lower floors. With a room at the top and his lab at the bottom, he had the run of the mansion if he so chose, and that suited him well enough. The aerobics also didn't hurt, to tell the truth.
That had all been fine until he wakes up one morning to find that, once again, the tenth floor is under siege by arcane forces.
Victor bathes, dresses, and steps out the front door as he does each morning to begin his day... Only instead of a staircase, he turns around to find ice. Ice, everywhere. Ice, an entire sheet of it covering floor to ceiling where the way leading downstairs would have been.
With dumb surprise, Victor stares at it, then stares at it some more. He even dares to touch it (though he should really know better than to do so, after meeting Kol's Mirror self) and finds that it is, indeed, a cold, slick wall of ice trapping him in.
This hadn't been part of the morning's plan.]
13-14th
[Victor's incarceration doesn't last, thankfully. Elsa's icy blockade can't keep everyone in or out for long; when he spots an opening big enough for him to squeeze through, he gathers up every ounce of courage in his small, wiry body (the perfect size for slipping through holes in ice walls, as turns out) and makes a break for freedom.
The thought that he may return to find himself locked out of his floor doesn't bother him. He can rest his head just about anywhere, just as he could be devoured by monsters just about anywhere, but being separated from his workspace for an extended period of time bothers him more. Like a ghoul hungers for the flesh of the living, he hungers for familiar spaces--and he's not about to starve himself of that particular delicacy.
Most of the time, the doctor can be found haunting the basement where he keeps his lab, or else in the library, minding his own very important business. Frankenstein ain't got no time for solving world hunger. Sorry, ghouls.]
lifeskills) and anyone who wants a run-in with the good doctor.Where: 10th floor, basement, library, generally anywhere around the mansion you'd like!
When: June 12-14th.
Rating: PG-13 in case of drive-by ghoul encounters?
Summary: Who ordered this ice wall? After escaping the hi-tech, anti-ghoul defenses set up on his floor, it's just another day in the life. But ghouls probably don't want this guy, he tastes like dead bodies, narcotics, and sadness.
The Story:
12th
[Taking a room on the tenth floor had been no more than random choice when Vanessa had been in residence. At first, it had only been to keep close to her, and in her absence, Victor had ultimately found it aesthetically-pleasing to be on the highest level where the roof and the attic converged, away from the hustle and bustle of the lower floors. With a room at the top and his lab at the bottom, he had the run of the mansion if he so chose, and that suited him well enough. The aerobics also didn't hurt, to tell the truth.
That had all been fine until he wakes up one morning to find that, once again, the tenth floor is under siege by arcane forces.
Victor bathes, dresses, and steps out the front door as he does each morning to begin his day... Only instead of a staircase, he turns around to find ice. Ice, everywhere. Ice, an entire sheet of it covering floor to ceiling where the way leading downstairs would have been.
With dumb surprise, Victor stares at it, then stares at it some more. He even dares to touch it (though he should really know better than to do so, after meeting Kol's Mirror self) and finds that it is, indeed, a cold, slick wall of ice trapping him in.
This hadn't been part of the morning's plan.]
13-14th
[Victor's incarceration doesn't last, thankfully. Elsa's icy blockade can't keep everyone in or out for long; when he spots an opening big enough for him to squeeze through, he gathers up every ounce of courage in his small, wiry body (the perfect size for slipping through holes in ice walls, as turns out) and makes a break for freedom.
The thought that he may return to find himself locked out of his floor doesn't bother him. He can rest his head just about anywhere, just as he could be devoured by monsters just about anywhere, but being separated from his workspace for an extended period of time bothers him more. Like a ghoul hungers for the flesh of the living, he hungers for familiar spaces--and he's not about to starve himself of that particular delicacy.
Most of the time, the doctor can be found haunting the basement where he keeps his lab, or else in the library, minding his own very important business. Frankenstein ain't got no time for solving world hunger. Sorry, ghouls.]
ITS OKAY !
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His saving grace is that he gives no care to dignity while trying to keep his head attached to his shoulders; surprised off balance, he ends up on all fours, making himself small when something impacts the wall just behind his head. He scrabbles along, seeking purchase.]
Stop!
[This is mad and he doesn't want to be a meal, this isn't fair.]
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[It's her only reply, but she can only hope he can understand that. Probably not, though. She probably wouldn't understand if she had to be somebody's meal.
When he ends up on the ground she catches up, finally, and jumps onto him, ready to make a meal out of him.
Ready.
Very ready.
Any time now.
No, she only finds herself staring at him below her, unable to commit to the hunt. The food she's always received has never looked human, slabs of meat with dubious origins. He's so... alive, still whole, still moving, she can't end that. She thinks she can but she can't.
She rolls off of him and retracts her kagune, her eyes returning to their normal blue. She knows she will regret this but she can't change her mind now. She lets him go.]
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He might have more physical strength than the average girl her age, but not a creature designed for subduing human prey much stronger than himself. Still, trying to push her away and locking his arms in place is all he can think to do.]
You think--hng--this will go unnoticed?
[Feeble attempts to delay those teeth from making a reappearance, all of them.
But to his surprise, she doesn't lunge for his throat as he expects. No blood, no rending flesh, nothing. Nothing happens. One second she's top of him, and the next she takes one long look at him and slides off. Shaken, he stares after her, reaching behind him for the support of the wall.
I need to eat!
He's meat, but instead of being bitten by a hungry ghoul, there's just... nothing.]
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You should go before I kill you.
[It doesn't sound very threatening to her own ears. It sounds as dejected and resigned as she feels. She can't make herself do the very thing she's designed to do. She was babied by her parents and the Court all her life and now this is all she has to show for it. No nerve, no real bite to her words.
She'll have to try again, after this. Not with this man, but with someone else. She'll have to stop thinking so hard and just do it, because without food she'll end up a desperate and ravenous ghoul rampaging through the mansion.
Easier said than done, of course. She did just have someone in her grasp and then let him go just as quickly.]
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Victor stays frozen for a moment later before dragging himself to his feet, sweat beading on his skin beneath his clothes, shaky from adrenaline. He wants to understand, he wants to ask, say there are other ways to find sustenance beyond attacking him, but the words won't come. He doesn't want to risk becoming the food she so desperately wants, so he does exactly what he's told and scrambles for his room.
The door slams shut, the locks slide into place. Forgetting the wall of ice is easy when there are other more important dangers afoot.]