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caughtinanetwork2013-02-05 03:31 pm
not_heavens_adam) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-02-05 03:31 pm
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[Dream video - rising sun] There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.
[The sound of chatter from both male and female voices can be heard first as the colorful scene unfolds. It's a luxurious American villa in 1937, the men are boisterous, the dresses hang low on the women's shoulders, and every face is adorned by a black half-mask in the shape of a butterfly. All in all everyone appears to be having a good time.
Cigarette and cigar smoke hang in the air, mingling with the heavy scent of incense that coats the place. More than that, though, is the vaguely unpleasant aura to the 'party' that implies it's not all it appears to be.
One man, however, seems to thrive on it all, in fact most of the attention in the room is on him. Ladies and men sit as close as they can, hanging on his very word. His curly black hair is tied back and his shirt is mostly undone to expose his chest as he lounges against the arm of the sofa, a glass of wine in hand.
Johnny's voice is clearly recognizable, but what he says is muffled and not clear. Whatever it is he says was clearly entertaining as everyone has a good laugh at it. Once the laughter subsides, however, he downs whats left of his wine and stands, handing the glass to the lady who had been hanging off the chair arm he'd been leaning against.
There is a murmur from a young woman nearby as she whispers excitedly to her friend beside her, thinking their host couldn't hear them.]
I wonder who Pigeon will choose! I heard he chose Mrs. Williams last time.
[Johnny seems to smirk at that and gold eyes trail to a young man a bit apart from the crowd. With cat-like grace and knowing full well every eye was on him, the vampire strode towards the man and ran a hand down his cheek, offering a pleasant smile.]
Will you accompany me, Mr. Cooper~?
[He doesn't wait for a response, merely walks past him and up the grandiose staircase behind him. The man barely hesitates before following Johnny up as the unchosen party-goers continue to socialize with each other.
The scene changes to show both men on a large four-poster bed both down a few layers of clothing so they have what's minimally needed to be covered. Mr. Cooper leans his head to the side to allow Johnny better access to his neck, expression calm and even a bit pleased.
However, a crash sounds behind them and Johnny pulls away from the man, a trail of blood running down his chin as he looks over his shoulder. A blond man in all black wielding a long blade that depicts The Crucifiction on the handle steps further into the room, anger on his face.]
I found you, vampire. I'm here to cleanse this place of your unholiness.
[Johnny almost seems to smirk as he climbs off the bed and motions to the door.]
Mr. Cooper, perhaps you ought to go down and rejoin the others...
[The man hesitates a moment but then gathers the clothes he had shed before and leaves.]
So, Cherry, you've come to kill me~?
[Johnny stands at the end of the bed, facing the blond with his arms open wide as though welcoming his assailant.]
Very well....go ahead~
[He smirks and the man lunges but the dream snaps off as Johnny wakes up with a barely audible 'Chris.']
((OOC: Feel free to join 'Pigeon's' party or just talk to him after he's awake /o/))
Cigarette and cigar smoke hang in the air, mingling with the heavy scent of incense that coats the place. More than that, though, is the vaguely unpleasant aura to the 'party' that implies it's not all it appears to be.
One man, however, seems to thrive on it all, in fact most of the attention in the room is on him. Ladies and men sit as close as they can, hanging on his very word. His curly black hair is tied back and his shirt is mostly undone to expose his chest as he lounges against the arm of the sofa, a glass of wine in hand.
Johnny's voice is clearly recognizable, but what he says is muffled and not clear. Whatever it is he says was clearly entertaining as everyone has a good laugh at it. Once the laughter subsides, however, he downs whats left of his wine and stands, handing the glass to the lady who had been hanging off the chair arm he'd been leaning against.
There is a murmur from a young woman nearby as she whispers excitedly to her friend beside her, thinking their host couldn't hear them.]
I wonder who Pigeon will choose! I heard he chose Mrs. Williams last time.
[Johnny seems to smirk at that and gold eyes trail to a young man a bit apart from the crowd. With cat-like grace and knowing full well every eye was on him, the vampire strode towards the man and ran a hand down his cheek, offering a pleasant smile.]
Will you accompany me, Mr. Cooper~?
[He doesn't wait for a response, merely walks past him and up the grandiose staircase behind him. The man barely hesitates before following Johnny up as the unchosen party-goers continue to socialize with each other.
The scene changes to show both men on a large four-poster bed both down a few layers of clothing so they have what's minimally needed to be covered. Mr. Cooper leans his head to the side to allow Johnny better access to his neck, expression calm and even a bit pleased.
However, a crash sounds behind them and Johnny pulls away from the man, a trail of blood running down his chin as he looks over his shoulder. A blond man in all black wielding a long blade that depicts The Crucifiction on the handle steps further into the room, anger on his face.]
I found you, vampire. I'm here to cleanse this place of your unholiness.
[Johnny almost seems to smirk as he climbs off the bed and motions to the door.]
Mr. Cooper, perhaps you ought to go down and rejoin the others...
[The man hesitates a moment but then gathers the clothes he had shed before and leaves.]
So, Cherry, you've come to kill me~?
[Johnny stands at the end of the bed, facing the blond with his arms open wide as though welcoming his assailant.]
Very well....go ahead~
[He smirks and the man lunges but the dream snaps off as Johnny wakes up with a barely audible 'Chris.']
((OOC: Feel free to join 'Pigeon's' party or just talk to him after he's awake /o/))
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I like it. It's kind of a little sour but sweet too.
[He watches Johnny wash the bowl, meticulously removing all dregs of the batter.]
I got cold. I figured you were in here since you usually bake or go read if you have a nightmare.
[He looks at Johnny with his eyebrows drawn.]
Do you want to talk about it?
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It...wasn't so much a nightmare. More like a memory, really.
[Not that it hadn't thrown him off, it was just different than any of the death and violence-filled dreams he'd sometimes had. He honestly didn't know what he felt.
The bowl was dry, but he still held it, studying it's contours as he spoke.]
...It was about Chris.
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[Sola's quiet for a long time after Johnny's admission, just holding the licked-clean spatula. He's not sure what to say to that, not really. The subject of Chris makes him uncomfortable and self conscious. Johnny's told him there's nothing to worry about, that he wants to stay here, that he loves Sola dearly, but...
There's still so much Sola doesn't know about Johnny's life, it's hard to not wonder where he fits into it on a grander scale.]
Um... do you want to talk about it?
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No, there's nothing to talk about.
[He turned to Sola, plucking the spatula out of his hand to put it on the counter, then braced himself against the counter's edge, an arm on either side of Sola. Gold eyes searched for garnet, his expression soft and his voice quiet.]
I don't like that look...
[It was like when he'd found Chris' letter-it felt like so long ago now-everything Sola had said, the way he'd felt about that letter and Chris...that was why he had told him to go to sleep at first, that was what he was hoping to protect him from. But now it was there in his tone and in his stance and Johnny wanted it gone.]
I'm sorry.
I don't want you to feel like that.
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[He meets Johnny's eyes as the vampire's arms encircle him, unaware that he'd been making such an intense face in the first place. It softens as he's enveloped regardless; it always feels as if any doubt disappears when he's alone with Johnny.]
It's okay. I mean, he's part of you too, like my friends who are gone are part of me still.
[He rests his head gently against Johnny's chest, trying to banish the feeling that it's not the same as with Ion or Izaya being gone.]
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[He appreciates Sola's willingness to listen...but, really, Johnny didn't want to talk about Chris. It still hurt and with what was going on back home...it only hurt more. Perhaps he would have sought Jacob's advice, but with the man gone, he really didn't intend to talk to anyone at all.]
There's nothing more to say, really. It was a memory from over a hundred years ago, I simply wasn't expecting it.
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Generally Sola tried not to think about it. It didn't do to dwell and after they'd made up from their fight, Johnny hadn't given him any reason at all to doubt his feelings. So why does the very idea of Chris still make Sola want to hug Johnny tightly and not let go for anything?]
Okay.
[The word is soft and Sola tries his best to stop making whatever face it is that Johnny doesn't like. He smiles instead, slipping his arms around Johnny's waist in return.]
I'll try not to make faces.
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If you want to go lay back down, I'll be in as soon as these are done baking.
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[He stands on the very tips of his toes to plant a kiss on Johnny's chin, the closest he can reach, and gives him a small squeeze in the hug before releasing and heading back to bed, rubbing his eyes.
No matter how hard he tries to stay awake until Johnny comes back to bed, he's snoring quietly when the vampire finally arrives.]