Vlad Drăgoi {Dracula} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nobleblood) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-03-31 08:32:00 |
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What: A friendly visit.
Where: P1
When: Today, early afternoon.
Warnings: Probably none.
Bored was not a word that Vlad used very often, and in truth he couldn't stand people who constantly complained about having nothing to do and sulked about without making any real effort to do something productive. Lately, however, he'd been delegating his work to other lower-level lawyers - since Peter probably wasn't ever coming back to work - instead of doing it himself like he usually did. Oh, he knew of the rumors within his firm that he was losing his touch and getting ready to abandon the American branch entirely; but frankly he couldn't bring himself to care. It was just a phase, he told himself - soon he would regain his motivation and everything would be fine.
The fact that his leg and the claw marks on his back still weren't healing properly didn't make things much better. Seeing a doctor was beginning to seem more and more necessary, and he made a mental note to get in touch with some of his contacts to find one who wouldn't ask questions.
By the time noon came and went he still hadn't accomplished much of anything, and he was actually considering attempting to contact Helena telepathically when he remembered the redheaded woman who'd been present the night he became Dracula - P1, his neighbor. She'd introduced herself as Deirdre over the forums, and considering her behaviour when he'd attacked Ella, Vlad was interested enough to actually do something about it.
Never one to visit empty-handed, he knocked on the door of P1 with a bottle of expensive wine someone had given him at one point - he couldn't remember who - that he'd tucked away for a lack of anything better to do.