Victor (Van Dort) Brown (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deadgirlslikeme) wrote2009-05-28 08:05 pm
deadgirlslikeme) wrote2009-05-28 08:05 pm
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Building a Butterfly [RP, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tin_cam, back-dated to April 11th or
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.
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.
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She thinks for a moment, it’s true, she has no reason to go in there with him... so… “Of course. I will wait outside.”
But…. she doesn’t understand.
Victor’s nervousness has returned, she isn’t entirely sure why…. Perhaps he’s worried about getting hurt again? It doesn’t seem likely that weighing yourself is more dangerous than flying, but, then, she hasn’t done either. That leaves her with an insufficient analysis.
Cameron gestures to where she’s standing, and tries to sound reassuring as she explains: “I’ll stand guard here.”
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He takes a few calming breaths, then pulls the scale out from the wall some and (a bit reluctantly) starts to disrobe. His hands are shaking a bit as he does. It's fine, it's fine, you're alone in here, loos are made for indecency, don't think about the fact that there's a woman just on the other side of the door I SAID DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT.
He carefully hangs his clothes on the towel rack as he removes them, finally getting his underpants off. Shivering a little, and unable to keep from eying the door (please, please don't come in unexpectedly), he hops on the scale. It beeps at him, cycles through the numbers, then displays 125 lb. Victor fixes that in his memory and hurries to redress, opening the door once he's settled. "It said 125 pounds," he reports.
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125 pounds... At this, Cameron does a few quick calculations in her head, gauging what width and breadth of wing-size that will be needed. Then, considering something, she asks: “Do you have a design in mind? One that we could apply the size and strength of the wings to?” she gestures to Victor’s book,
“Each butterfly’s wings give that insect different strengths and weaknesses. It depends on what you want to do, fly fast, or more gently, or be able to climb up high in the sky?” Cameron’s gaze turns questioning, “What do you imagine you want it to be like?”
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Victor looks thoughtful, wandering over to his book on butterfly species and opening it to look through. "Hmmm. . . ." He gives it some thought, remembering some of the fantasies he's head about it. He's never really imagined flying all that fast, or particularly high, just. . . . "It was always just about getting away," he says softly, considering a picture of a monarch. "To be able to explore where I wanted. Not particularly about speed. . . ." He smiles a little. "There was this one species back home I particularly liked -- they wouldn't be in this book, this is all about North America. Bright blue and white -- I made a study of one of them the day before I came through. Perhaps I can duplicate it." He grabs his sketchbook, finds a fresh page, marks it "Private" (it's a bit of pain, having your sketchbook also be your journal), then sketches out this:
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