Vlad Țepeș | Prince Vlad Dracula (burnforalltosee) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2011-05-27 17:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | penelope garcia, vlad dracula |
So how can you see what your life is worth? [CLOSED]
Who: Garcia and Vlad :U
What: Vlad needs help with electronics. Or so he says.
When: Just after six last night
Warnings: I...dk. This is my first time really logging the Impaler ANYWHERE, so :X
It shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone who knew the name attached to the vampire on the third floor that he had chosen a set of flats so expensive and in such a quiet part of town in which to live. The fact of the matter that there were lifts were of great importance to him, and the staff knew as much about him as he'd allowed them to.
But that was what Vlad was like—things only happened if he allowed them to do so. So if the curvy woman with the striking flaxen hair could show him the proper usage of the electronics around the place, then that was only because he allowed her in in the first place to do so. He had read manuals and knew as much as he could, but he didn't have to allow her to come. As far as he was concerned, things revolved around him and his kin. Miss Garcia was only coming up because he allowed it, and, of course, would only leave if he allowed it.
Or when he allowed it.
But as it was, he was dressed in a fine pine green suit, wearing no gloves as he was in a place of his own purchasing. His hat lay on the table, his coat on a hanger by the entrance. As bizarre as it was not to have a dungeon and a variety of floors to roam in and out of, it didn't mean the floors that weren't his weren't ones he couldn't enter.
Aye, there was nothing Vlad couldn't do if he put his mind to it. And what a precise tool his mind was, that none could escape it.