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Deirdre Winters; The Snow Queen (snow_bees) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-15 23:52:00

Entry tags:

dracula, snow queen

Who: Deirdre and Vlad
What: Reactions to the noise at the beginning of this.
Where: P1 to P3
When: Same as this.
Warnings: Nosy neighbors? Deirdre in her pajamas? :-D

Deirdre was sitting in her living room, ready for bed in her nightgown, when she heard the sounds from the corridor starting to filter under her front door. They were loud, angry, and concerned her probably more than they should. She knew that since the anonymous post listing their fictional counterparts, people had been upset about Vlad being Dracula. She wouldn't put it past the residents of the building to actually put together a mob.

Rising from her curled position on the sofa, she grabbed her robe and headed barefoot for the front door. The noises were only slightly muffled, but still seeping through. She slipped into the corridor, casting a glance around before realizing that the sounds were, thankfully, not coming from Vlad's penthouse. Nevertheless, she padded over to his door and knocked softly, wondering if he was still awake and hearing the same thing she was.

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nobleblood
2010-04-16 05:27 am UTC (link)

Vlad's sleep schedule had never been quite right, and he found himself becoming more and more prone to taking naps during the day while being completely unable to sleep at night. It was when he got most of his work done, during the very early hours, since the time difference meant that it was already morning in Romania by that time.

It didn't help matters, however, having a neighbor who had not even a speck of respect or common decency. He was used to all sorts of noises coming from P4, so he barely paid attention when it started up again tonight. It sounded like some kind of argument, loud and angry at first, but becoming strangely muffled through the walls after a few moments. Vlad was curious, but not enough so to do anything about it; especially since it was probably some kind of stupid lover's spat.

That is, until the knock on his door came. Perhaps it was something slightly more serious - if it was that idiot child come to complain about something, he was going to kill him right then and there. He made his way to the door, completely indifferent to the fact that he was clad in black pajama pants and a t-shirt, pulling it open with a frown that vanished once he saw who was on the other side. "Deirdre." Surprise was evident in his voice, although the fact that she was in her nightgown didn't escape him. "Is something wrong?"

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snow_bees
2010-04-16 05:42 am UTC (link)

Deirdre had wrapped her robe around herself, aware now that they were both standing in the hallway in entirely inappropriate attire. She ignored it though, pretending as if she was in her normal wardrobe. She glanced toward the door of P4 in response to Vlad's question. "I was awake and heard that. I suppose, with everything going on lately, that I wanted to check that the mob hadn't come for you."