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[OOC: Though it plays as one dream, it covers a series of days - about a week or so - and is oddly linear, but still, mostly a dream...]
Van Helsing is asleep in yet another borrowed room... this one at the Vatican where he gets some much-needed sleep as he awaits his new assignment.
As he sleeps...
...he begins to dream...
Van Helsing is asleep in yet another borrowed room... this one at the Vatican where he gets some much-needed sleep as he awaits his new assignment.
As he sleeps...
...he begins to dream...
[OOC: a series of recurrent dreams that pull blurred images from his lesson with David...]
Took care of the werewolf and I got a free meal and a bed out of it. Better than nothing, I guess.
He lays down, Beowulf on the floor by the bed, and tries to sleep. He's dozing and turning and he drifts off, but images immediately flood his mind.
David kissing him out by the lake...
David pressing a soft romantic-style kiss to his mouth to demonstrate...
David pushing him back against the couch, holding his arms over his head...
Himself kissing David...
A hint of an image of David's hand between his legs...
Then David saying they're finished with the lesson...
Van Helsing rolls over and the images start again...
David kissing him out by the lake...
David pressing a soft romantic-style kiss to his mouth to demonstrate...
David pushing him back against the couch, holding his arms over his head...
Himself kissing David...
His leg between David's...
Pressing closer to David...
The images continue, adding more and more pieces of the detail until it's all there. All the pieces, the whole picture, but slightly out of focus.
David touching him...
Something happening...
Him not remembering...
He groans and rolls over and the images begin again...
The next night... the same thing.
And the next.
And the next.
For a solid week. And there's no one he can talk to about it and he doesn't dare confess it to the Cardinal.
So, he holds it all, keeps it inside; a secret he keeps to himself until he can find someone to confide in.
Took care of the werewolf and I got a free meal and a bed out of it. Better than nothing, I guess.
He lays down, Beowulf on the floor by the bed, and tries to sleep. He's dozing and turning and he drifts off, but images immediately flood his mind.
David kissing him out by the lake...
David pressing a soft romantic-style kiss to his mouth to demonstrate...
David pushing him back against the couch, holding his arms over his head...
Himself kissing David...
A hint of an image of David's hand between his legs...
Then David saying they're finished with the lesson...
Van Helsing rolls over and the images start again...
David kissing him out by the lake...
David pressing a soft romantic-style kiss to his mouth to demonstrate...
David pushing him back against the couch, holding his arms over his head...
Himself kissing David...
His leg between David's...
Pressing closer to David...
The images continue, adding more and more pieces of the detail until it's all there. All the pieces, the whole picture, but slightly out of focus.
David touching him...
Something happening...
Him not remembering...
He groans and rolls over and the images begin again...
The next night... the same thing.
And the next.
And the next.
For a solid week. And there's no one he can talk to about it and he doesn't dare confess it to the Cardinal.
So, he holds it all, keeps it inside; a secret he keeps to himself until he can find someone to confide in.
Describe the place you grew up.
Well, let me look around... it seems to resemble, very much, the fucking Vatican. Yes, in Rome... Italy, in case there's another that I'm unaware of, which happens so regularly I shouldn't have to mention it, but I am again. I wouldn't ordinarily use quite so many words, but I've grown more than irritated with the frequent questions about that which I am unable to remember because a group of religious types... or the higher power they serve... decided it would be a perfect punishment to remove all of my memories, leaving me with nothing. Which means, that all I have now, are memories of the last seven or eight years and a few bits and pieces from before that, but I don't have enough to have any idea where or even when I grew up. For all I know, perhaps I never did.
So, to answer this question - the bloody hell if I know.
This week's challenge was answered by Michael, the AU version of Gabriel Van Helsing, who is away again.
Muse: (AU) Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word Count: 156
Well, let me look around... it seems to resemble, very much, the fucking Vatican. Yes, in Rome... Italy, in case there's another that I'm unaware of, which happens so regularly I shouldn't have to mention it, but I am again. I wouldn't ordinarily use quite so many words, but I've grown more than irritated with the frequent questions about that which I am unable to remember because a group of religious types... or the higher power they serve... decided it would be a perfect punishment to remove all of my memories, leaving me with nothing. Which means, that all I have now, are memories of the last seven or eight years and a few bits and pieces from before that, but I don't have enough to have any idea where or even when I grew up. For all I know, perhaps I never did.
So, to answer this question - the bloody hell if I know.
This week's challenge was answered by Michael, the AU version of Gabriel Van Helsing, who is away again.
Muse: (AU) Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word Count: 156
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theatrical_muse
Jul. 11th, 2005 10:28 amThe first time I saw...
Heh. Mr. Hyde. The first time I saw him was in a dark alley in London. Of course, he threw the corpse of the woman he had just murdered at me, knocking me back down the alley, toward the street. I wasted no time getting to my feet to give chase. Obviously, neither did the local authorities, as they were shortly behind me. Pinned between them and a wall, I chose the wall. An inconvenient wall is not so inconvenient when one is equipped with a grapple-gun. Over the wall and up to the rooftops to follow Mr. Hyde until he threw me off one - I think it's a pasttime of his. Quick hands and a little ingenuity and I'm not part of the cobblestones below, though I thought I'd lost my prey for a bit. But, thanks to one of Carl's creations - or a couple of them - I was still able to track him through the city until remnants of London's fabulous weather intervened.
Yes, that was the first time I saw Mr. Hyde...
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word Count: 178
Heh. Mr. Hyde. The first time I saw him was in a dark alley in London. Of course, he threw the corpse of the woman he had just murdered at me, knocking me back down the alley, toward the street. I wasted no time getting to my feet to give chase. Obviously, neither did the local authorities, as they were shortly behind me. Pinned between them and a wall, I chose the wall. An inconvenient wall is not so inconvenient when one is equipped with a grapple-gun. Over the wall and up to the rooftops to follow Mr. Hyde until he threw me off one - I think it's a pasttime of his. Quick hands and a little ingenuity and I'm not part of the cobblestones below, though I thought I'd lost my prey for a bit. But, thanks to one of Carl's creations - or a couple of them - I was still able to track him through the city until remnants of London's fabulous weather intervened.
Yes, that was the first time I saw Mr. Hyde...
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word Count: 178
( Variation on a theme... )
Muse: (Alternate Universe) Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word count: 150
** word count does not include the sentence of 'white text' **
Muse: (Alternate Universe) Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word count: 150
** word count does not include the sentence of 'white text' **
theatrical_muse
Jun. 19th, 2005 02:39 pm[ooc: I'm gonna stop marking VH's entries... assume that all are locked to those who are NOT members of the Knights of the Holy Order and to Carl and Anna unless otherwise stated.]
When in your life did you feel the most alone?
I am always alone. I mean, really alone. Most of the time. I don't exactly have time to wander around and make friends. I don't seem to have time for much beyond my work, honestly. I know Anna and Carl would probably be trying to argue with me on this point, but when it comes down to it, during the big fight... I am, ultimately, alone. I have weapons and training and knowledge and suggestions, but no one else is standing beside me when I take down Dracula or when I beat the werewolf. That is just not how this job works. Do I want it to be different? Haven't exactly had time to think about it, really. Haven't exactly wanted to think about it. I'm always focused on something else; something that seems more important; something that involves my job. I don't have time to think about being alone.
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word count: 150
When in your life did you feel the most alone?
I am always alone. I mean, really alone. Most of the time. I don't exactly have time to wander around and make friends. I don't seem to have time for much beyond my work, honestly. I know Anna and Carl would probably be trying to argue with me on this point, but when it comes down to it, during the big fight... I am, ultimately, alone. I have weapons and training and knowledge and suggestions, but no one else is standing beside me when I take down Dracula or when I beat the werewolf. That is just not how this job works. Do I want it to be different? Haven't exactly had time to think about it, really. Haven't exactly wanted to think about it. I'm always focused on something else; something that seems more important; something that involves my job. I don't have time to think about being alone.
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word count: 150
theatrical_muse
May. 26th, 2005 04:14 pm[ooc: I know I'm horridly behind, but I'm working on getting caught up... and hey - VH decided to actually answer a question-thing - why would anyone complain? He never wants to answer ANYTHING...]
( If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be? )
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word Count: 171
( If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be? )
Muse: Gabriel Van Helsing
Fandom: Stephen Sommers' Van Helsing
Word Count: 171
milliways_bar VH and Natalie... chatting
May. 14th, 2005 02:39 pmVan Helsing moves quietly around the room, sliding weapons into the leather bag on the floor beside Beowulf, trying to prevent the metal parts from clanking into one another. Beowulf tilts his head and snuffles at Van Helsing's ear. "Shhh," he says to the wolfhound, "we're not going anywhere yet." And he scratches the dog's head. He takes a quick glance over his shoulder at the woman asleep on the bed, then tucks a couple more items into the bag.
OOC: ~ general meme thing ~
Apr. 29th, 2005 03:00 pmSince I figured out a way to sorta do this w/o having it be all uber-public, I'm jumping in...
I want you tell me how I'm doing with my characters. What am I doing right? What am I fucking up? What do I need to stop doing? What do you want me to start doing? Anything at all.
If you don't know who my characters are, say so in a comment (which are being screened, btw) and I'll list 'em for you.
I want you tell me how I'm doing with my characters. What am I doing right? What am I fucking up? What do I need to stop doing? What do you want me to start doing? Anything at all.
If you don't know who my characters are, say so in a comment (which are being screened, btw) and I'll list 'em for you.
