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Tweak says, "Voices carry"

Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-20 22:59:00

Entry tags:

christine daaé, dr. jekyll, fernand mondego, phantom of the opera, plot: omega, plot: tempus

Who: Bran, Lotte, Brian and Lucas
What: Waking up, planning, and other fun things
Where: An abandoned house in Paris
When: Morning, Day 2
Warnings: TBD

Bran didn't sleep during the night, save for a few times when he dozed off for a couple minutes before Erik saw fit to awaken him. Even if Lotte didn't trust him anymore, he still had to watch over her; he didn't know Brian or Lucas, which meant he had no idea what their tales were and whether or not they were dangerous. Erik, of course, trusted no one and refused to let his attention wander for very long - apparently he didn't think the tension between him and Lotte would have any sort of effect on himself and Christine. You're an idiot, Bran told him fiercely, tempted to burst his happy little bubble and tell him the truth - something along the lines of 'Spoiler alert, Christine is terrified of you and ends up with Raoul while you die in the basement.'

If he did tell him, then with his luck Erik would gain control and go throw himself off the nearest building, so it really wasn't an option. There was nothing he could do but wait until sunrise, and then they could think about finding food and possibly better shelter.

When the first rays of sun filtered through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, Bran uncurled himself from his position on the floor and got to his feet. The street outside seemed quiet, but who knew how long that would last? He glanced back to wait and see who else was awake before starting to make any concrete plans.

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tooth_fairy
2010-06-21 11:32 am UTC (link)

With a big yawn, Brian arched against his comfortable bed and stretched his arms. No alarm sounded, as it was a Saturday and Saturdays were for sleeping in. Of course, he knew that he could be called at any moment with a dental emergency, but that didn't bother him. If anything, he looked forward to doing some mind-numbing work on a kid that was too stupid to wear a mouth guard while skateboarding downhill. Ever since Monday, when he had woken to see his body bruised and face swollen, he had been in a fog. He went through the motions, but nothing was real. It was like living in a dream world, and all he wanted to do was wake up. His eyes opened to take in a ceiling that wasn't his own.

Suddenly, things were much more real than he'd ever want them to be.

With a strangled gasp, he immediately began running his hands over his face and body. He felt no cuts on his face, and the swelling on his face was already going down. His palms skimmed over a set of clothing that wasn't his own, and he looked down to take it all in. He didn't recognize any of it, not even a little - these were not his clothes, and this was not his apartment.

He scrambled to his feet, cold sweat clinging to his neck as he vigorously patted his sides, trying to locate his wallet. Nothing. He could feel beneath the clothing that wasn't his that he was wearing his sleep outfit beneath it, complete with sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. So why was he wearing this nonsense? And how had he gotten here - and obtained the clothing - without his wallet? Had it been stolen?

Backing up slowly, he tip-toed across the room, trying to keep his breathing under control when all he wanted to do was scream. A few slats of light streamed through the room, illuminating the shapes of two sleeping bodies. Though he couldn't see their faces well, he didn't recognize anything about them. The girl's blonde hair was foreign to him, as was the man's curly mop. He had fallen asleep in a room with strangers while wearing strange outfits. This looked very bad.

Just as he was about to break through one of the windows and bolt, he saw a man standing nearby. His form was illuminated by the meager morning light, revealing that he, too, was a complete stranger. Putting on a smile, Brian approached him. Though he didn't know the other two, he kept his voice low out of respect, not wanting to wake them. And really, if he could get out of there before more people saw him, he'd be much better off.

"Hey," he said quietly to the man, waving slightly. "Good morning." He paused, looking around the room. "You wouldn't...happen to know what happened here last night, would you?" He didn't see any evidence of drugs, sex, or alcohol - this was unusual - but there was no way that four people fell asleep in a shitty place like this wearing the clothes they did while all of them were sober. "I guess things got pretty crazy here, right?" He hoped that he was wrong.

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still_lotte
2010-06-21 01:06 pm UTC (link)

It was the pain in the back of her head that woke Lotte up. The pounding seemed to increase, as she slowly moved from her dreamless sleep until she couldn’t take it anymore. With a small groan, she lifted her head from her hands – a makeshift pillow from the evening before – and reached back to feel the bump on the back of her head. A voice in the back of her mind immediately criticized her, as the pain increased. Her hand fell more in dismay then the pain. Christine was still there and she shot up to her knees, looking around the room wildly.

She was still in France during who-knew-when. Christine was still in her head. She was still here with Lucas and Brian – and Bran who at least was on the other side of the room. Memories came back, a bit unclear from the day before – at least she didn’t remember anything happening from the night, other than crying herself to sleep over the situation. Nothing had happened then, right?

That was nearly enough to make her start crying again, even though her eyes were still dry from the night before. Dirty hands rubbed under her eyes, as she scooched further back against a wall on the other side of the room. There wasn’t far too go, but she still wanted to be away until she knew what to do, because at this rate she was going to hear other voices-

No, wait. She wouldn’t. Because he’d lied and she wasn’t crazy. Even if Christine was still trying to calm her down.

“I’m not crazy,” Lotte muttered, catching only a word from Brian as he spoke to Bran. A beat and then she looked up, face tear-streaked and dirty. She started to say something, else before looking to Bran. “Even if Christine won’t stop.” It didn’t matter, he already knew – tried to make her more crazy. At this point, she didn’t care if Brian or Lucas knew either – she was tired, hungry, and her head killed. “And I heard her before they hit me.”