Leda Danan (
anarchist_queen) wrote2009-06-13 11:41 am
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Room 515, Saturday after Detention
If Leda hadn't been so worn out from Detention, she might have been able to dodge the Gremlin that had been lying in wait. As it was, she wasn't.
My name is Valerie Autumns. From the moment I left New York, and set foot in Corinwood, the shadows of the past have loomed over me like the shadow of this great brooding home. Even the inhabitants of this strange and bizarre place hover uncertainly between amazement, confidence and fear.
Fear of the unknown, fear of the past. Fear of the future. Even fear of each other. From the young boy I've come to tutor, to the father he hates. From the mistress of the house who never leaves to the grounds keeper who's loyalty borders on the sinister. From the man who has returned, possibly with ulterior motives, to the girl who I have come to care for more than I ever thought possible.
The shadow of Corinwood even falls over the town below. It falls over the artist living in fear of his secrets. It falls over his daughter who cares for him and worries. It falls over the young man who just wants a future with his girl.
And now all I can do is try my best to make sense of it all. And try not to let their secrets and their deception deter me from my own search for the truth. I can't let the fear and darkness over come me, or I will become like them. Like everyone has warned me.
[Door and post are open. Leda has become Victoria Winters from the original Dark Shadows.]
My name is Valerie Autumns. From the moment I left New York, and set foot in Corinwood, the shadows of the past have loomed over me like the shadow of this great brooding home. Even the inhabitants of this strange and bizarre place hover uncertainly between amazement, confidence and fear.
Fear of the unknown, fear of the past. Fear of the future. Even fear of each other. From the young boy I've come to tutor, to the father he hates. From the mistress of the house who never leaves to the grounds keeper who's loyalty borders on the sinister. From the man who has returned, possibly with ulterior motives, to the girl who I have come to care for more than I ever thought possible.
The shadow of Corinwood even falls over the town below. It falls over the artist living in fear of his secrets. It falls over his daughter who cares for him and worries. It falls over the young man who just wants a future with his girl.
And now all I can do is try my best to make sense of it all. And try not to let their secrets and their deception deter me from my own search for the truth. I can't let the fear and darkness over come me, or I will become like them. Like everyone has warned me.
[Door and post are open. Leda has become Victoria Winters from the original Dark Shadows.]
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And hopefully something she would say would let Karla know how to fix this. Before her tempter broke and she punched Leda in face and hope that broke the spell.
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She relaxed. It was still odd, but it meant that she didn't have to worry about Leda's satefy any more. Everyone said these episodes passed, leaving the victim embarrassed, but unharmed. Which meant Karla could enjoy this without concern.
"So it appears," Karla said, releasing Leda's hand. "But it should be fine. So, how are my...brother's?...studies going?"
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A truly horrible plan came to mind, and a wicked grin crossed her face.
She moved next to Leda. Very, very near. Invading her personal space near. "He just needs time," she whispered, breathily, in Leda's ear, bringing up her hand to caress the back of her neck. "Just a little time, I'm sure of it."
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Mother Night. It was hard to keep one's voice husky and suggestive when one was trying hard not to giggle.
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She paused, concentrating, trying to remember a spell she'd read about. Phantom Hands, it was called. It could...riiiiiiiight.
Karla kept her hands on Leda's shoulder's, lightly running her nails down along her arm. The sensation of another set of hands, however, begand skimming up Leda's legs, above the knee, to mid-thigh, and then back down again.
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Karla was tempted--very tempted--to use the phantom hands again. But that might be too frightening for whatever was going on in Leda's mind right now. She wanted Leda chagrined when she came back to herself, not angry or embarrassed.
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Karla was hamming it up for all she was worth. Somewhere, Geoffery Tennant was thinking about suicide and not sure why.
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Karla was at a loss of what to say. What could she possibly say? She pondered that for a moment, hoping that Leda would think she was debating whether or not to tell her. "I don't know...it's, uh, horrible?"
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"I can tell you, but only if I know I can completely trust you," she said, wicked smile blooming. "To prove it to me, I need...a kiss."
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