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[Nov. 3rd, 2008|07:12 pm] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
Where: His mansion
When: Monday evening
Why: Erik's a werewolf for now.
Rating: Duh. Aggressive sex ftw.
A werewolf. Of all things, he got bitten by a werewolf. He'd managed to figure out how to shift at will so he wasn't stuck in the form of what he called a large salivating mongrel, but it still made things difficult for him. He couldn't go to the office this way, and as if hiding himself away wasn't bad enough, he found other aspects annoying. Like the fact he could smell everything even if it was very faint or far away. And he craved the taste of blood.
Then there was the fact he was keenly aware of Joanne's every move to the point he felt like he was stalking her. That's how she'd probably find him. Sniffing the air and following her scent until he'd found her wherever in the house. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|06:09 pm] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
When: Sunday evening
Where: Their hotel room in Vegas
Why: They're supposed to be on vacation
Rating: Probably high.
So many bright lights and loud obtrusive noises. Erik wasn't very thrilled about this place at all. He couldn't understand why so many people found enjoyment in this place, but he was surrounded by thousands of people, all bumping into him or getting in his way. One woman even spilled beer on him, which promptly sent him up to the room to change because he smelled horrible.
Which was where he stayed for a good hour just scrubbing himself until he even remotely felt clean. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2008|01:59 am] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
What: Her coming to find him since he's locked himself in his office
When: Today
Where: Virgin Records
Warnings: Cursing at the very least
Though she hadn't seen him, Joanne largely expected that Erik had his old face back (which he had) and nearly everyone that had worked in the Virgin Records studio had kind of scattered at his face. She knew that had crushed him, and she didn't like them treating him like that. Anyone left in the building was removed, forcibly or magically, either way, she got rid of them and then put the whole building on lockdown.
Then she went up the elevator to Erik's office and knocked on the door. "Erik? It's me.. I'm coming in..." she warned him before taking out her key and opening the door and going inside. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2008|07:20 pm] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
What: Being mushy because she's alive
When: Last night sometime
Where: His house
Warnings: Mushyness I think that's about it.
It was a bit surreal being alive again, for the third or fourth time, she'd really lost track. But the other times she hadn't rushed out to meet someone. The other times, she'd come back immediately and hadn't really left anyone behind. But there Joanne was, rushing down the stairs of the large house that Erik had, hoping that he would be there as soon as possible.
She didn't know where he was, or how long it was going to take him to get there, but she was nervous. Nervous because they'd said a lot of things to each other as she was dying, and they both weren't normally like this. But all she could think about was coming back to him. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2008|09:15 pm] |
Who: Erik and Joanne
What: She's dying
When: Sometime this week, I'll leave it kinda vague
Where: Their home
Warnings: Uh... death? :D
It had been a long couple of days since Joanne had been infected when she had touched the ghost. The tattoo was spreading up over her body at a slow rate, but she'd had it for days now, and she knew that her time was getting close. It was a wonder that she was even conscious, but she had been going in and out since she'd gotten the tattoo.
Sometimes she'd be awake for hours, sometimes only for a moment. She laid on the bed, her breathing labored and she was sweating and pale and looked horrible. After all things, she didn't want it to be like this. But she was never as strong as she thought she was. Her eyes opened and she looked around for Erik, knowing he was close by somewhere. She needed to see him.
Before it was too late. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2008|12:21 am] |
Who: Erik the Phantom and Joanne Walker
Where: At Erik's office
When: Midday
Why: Sometimes...Erik shows concern.
Rating: It's us. There's bound to be some R in this somewhere.
If there was one thing that Erik could do besides music, it was herbalism. Trained by gypsies, he was just as potent with his hands at concocting remedies and draughts as he was creating beautiful song with his voice. If the draught didn't put her to sleep, he could probably sing her to sleep. He hadn't done that in a while, but he knew he hadn't lost the knack for it. And so he entered his office, a small vial of a liquid made with distilled plants that was sure to knock her unconscious. Right? |
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