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