deadgirlslikeme: (nervous as anything)
It occurs to me I might have been remiss in not mentioning this earlier, but I really didn't want to think too much about the whole situation. . . . Roughly a week ago, I -- I encountered what appeared to be a very dead corpse up and walking -- and attacking people. Except for me, apparently the things LIKE me That particular "zombie" has been taken care of, but -- has there been any other sightings? Or attacks? I'd hate to think of anyone getting hurt because I didn't have the fortitude to speak up.

And none of them were in bridal dress, were

Also, has anyone encountered a Miss Cameron? She and I were working together on something, but I haven't seen her in quite some time. She's a rather pretty young woman, long brown hair, brown eyes, a rather -- I hate to say it, but peculiar way of talking? (She speaks as if she's learned everything from an encyclopedia.)

How is everyone in general?
deadgirlslikeme: (WTF?)
It's my birthday today.

I'm turning twenty years old.

I've been here for that long now? Seems very odd having my birthday in the future.
deadgirlslikeme: (Default)
Victor's in his room, sitting at the dining table with his book in front of him. Once again, he's impressed with how nice it is -- there was no way he could get anything like this back home. He's currently got it open to a section explaining how the wings work, basically, with a couple of nice diagrams showing what's what. It should be very useful to this project he and Cameron have planned.

The project. Victor's still not sure how on earth it quite got started. The conversation he'd had with Cameron was -- interesting, to say the least. And it brought up a lot of questions he's not sure he has answers for yet. Like what he's going to do with his life here. And how to deal with the fact he's not linked to a famous (or infamous, if you asked some people) family anymore.

Or what he'd do if the chance to go home suddenly popped up.

He shakes his head and leans back in the seat. He doesn't want to think about that right now. He just wants to focus on building these butterfly wings. He's never done anything like it before, but -- well, it could be fun. And he can't deny he'd like the chance to fly.

He just hopes they do a good enough job that he doesn't end up a bloody smear on the ground when it's all over.
deadgirlslikeme: (WTF?)
[Locked to Cameron]

Regarding that matter we talked about a little while ago -- about possibly building a pair of wings? -- I found some very nice diagrams in my book on butterflies on how they fly. If you're still interested in doing that, we can start at any time. I live in B building, room 187.


[Locked to Wanderers, Angels, and Demons, Locked Against the CLF and related third parties]

Er -- does anyone know anything about constructing a set of wings? It's for a potential project I have. I know it's a bit of an unusual request, but any help would be appreciated.

-Victor Van Dort
deadgirlslikeme: (this is not good)
Oh, where do I start

I JUST DIED in the garden

I hate to be a bother, but can anyone tell me if -- if DYING AND COMING BACK TO LIFE is at ALL normal for this world? Because -- I seem to have done it. Nearly frightened the poor girl talking to me out of her wits. I have no idea how it happened -- she rather startled me, and suddenly everything went --

[Ink smear here, as if whoever was holding the pen suddenly relaxed their grip -- or, perhaps, fell over unconscious]

Good Lord, it happened again! What's going on? Do I run the risk of it happening every time I get frightened now? Please, I need answers!

-Victor Van Dort


Jan. 6th, 2009 10:22 pm
deadgirlslikeme: (Default)

My name is Victor Van Dort. I was hoping someone might be able to direct me to a clothing shop in the vicinity. I came through the Rift recently, and my only suit is rather torn. If nothing else, I'd like to have it repaired.

I'm afraid I'm not sure about the issue of payment. I do have my wallet, but -- the money is British pounds from the 1870s. Is there any place I could -- exchange them?

Please forgive my ignorance, I'm quite new to this world. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

-Victor Van Dort
deadgirlslikeme: (i love to draw)
“New arrival! New arrival!”: Victor knows about Rift powers, but he has no idea what it gave him. Yet. Sooner or later, somebody or something is going to come along and scare him badly enough for his to activate. Hopefully they’ll be equipped to deal with a temporarily-“dead” body. And if they were trying to be nice to him before he dropped dead, so much the funnier. (Open to anyone who thinks they could freak Victor out enough, bad OR good)

“I want some questions! Now!”: The Rift wasn’t exactly kind to Victor in giving him his power. Being able to essentially die at will (or by fright) rather freaks him out. He could use someone who’s willing to take a nervous young man under their wing and let him know he’s not alone in getting something weird. Being able to assist him with getting the power a bit more under control would be helpful too. (Open to one or two mentor-types)

"We need to go Up. Upstairs? To visit the Land of the Living": Victor's a terrible introvert and very new to this century in general. He's slowly but surely learning about the world, even if it confuses and unnerves him at times. People might be able to help him come out of his shell a little and go see the world. Well, Chicago anyway. (Open to friendlies to take Victor out on adventures)

“I’m terribly sorry about what’s happened to you, and I’d like to help. . . .”: Victor is, sad to say, easily pushed around. His mother was a very bossy type who didn’t take no for an answer, and his father was a fairly passive fellow who went along with much of what she did. Victor was raised to be the good, quiet son, and as a result will do a lot more than necessary to try to avoid disappointing people. He’ll balk at anything openly illegal or morally wrong, but he’s open to manipulation by the right (or wrong) people. (Open)
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