Vladimir Cameron Urquhart (erkheart) wrote in veritas_rp, @ 2010-10-13 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | theodore nott, vladimir urquhart |
Who Vladimir and open!
When Early afternoon, October 13th
What Vladimir wakes up in a strange place.
"... you fucking liar." These words seemed to escape from Vlad's lips, breathless from shock, and crashed into his own ears like water spilling over rocks in fast moving river. Such simple words roared and grappled, but they fell uselessly against the man they were directed toward. A man hunched over on his knees, head held on to the ground by a hulking shadow with scarred hands. Vladimir was holding a wand to the man's temple, and he could see single tooth in a pool of blood, seeping from the man's broken nose and fracture cheek. The man was dead and the wand felt like burning in Vladimir's hand.
There was a sharp intake of breath and Vladimir was lying in his bed, soaked with sweat and staring at a wooden-planked ceiling. He laid there for a while, feeling disoriented and numb. Was it a dream? But it felt so real, the impact of bone on his fist and the jolt of power running through the wand that almost pushed him off balance when he... Vladimir sat up, wincing at the slight pain that coursed up his arm as he did so, and brushed back strands of curly black hair from his face. That was when he noticed it. This was not his room, and this was not his bed.
Panicking, Vladimir leaped off the bed, only to trip over something that let out a yelp. Looking down, Vladimir found himself face to face with a white, fluffy puppy happily wagging its tail at him with some sort of recognition. White, fluffy puppy? Peering down at himself, and found that he was dressed but not in his clothing. Although they fit really well, like they were tailored for him. Decidedly freaked out, Vladimir opened the bedroom door and peered down an empty hallway. The house seemed to be empty except for him. "Arf!" The dog supplied, and Vladimir frantically tried to shush it only to receive a curious cock of the head.
Outside of the house was unfamiliar as well. Am I in the countryside? Vladimir was born and raised in the heart of London, and had never in his life set foot in the countryside. It was really weird, to say the least. Walking down the street, Vladimir recognized nothing. There were odd looking shops with brightly decorated windows and- Was that dog still following him? "Oi!" Vladimir hissed at it, "Leave me alone, will ya? G'on, go find yer master."