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You Are An Obsession

(OOC: Backdated to shortly after Victor's Nexus visit, itself after a rather awkward meeting with Alice's aunt and uncle.)

Victor feels terribly awkward about doing this, but after his visit to the Nexus, he's even more certain that he needs to talk with Alice. He can't let this state of uneasy, embarrassed silence between them last forever. Especially if Adia. . .she couldn't be right, could she? Alice couldn't be thinking of him like -- like --

He shakes his head. One thing at a time. Adia had suggested writing a letter -- Victor had decided to go with a PINpoint message. After all, it wasn't like they could send conventional mail to each other. . . . He looks at the screen of his pocketwatch PINpoint, then starts composing:

Dear Alice,

I don't know how you feel about me at the present. You've been distant ever since you brought your aunt and uncle here to meet me and my friends. I know something's bothering you, and it hurts a little that you won't come out and say it. I have guessed that it has to do with my -- appearance -- when you and your family so abruptly arrived. I'm terribly sorry -- I thought I had the time to clean up. I only wanted to present myself at my best to them.

Perhaps it's rude of me to ask this, but -- were you affected in any way by seeing me unclad? I would hate to cause you the slightest bit of discomfort. I do hope the sight of my body in that state didn't disgust you. If that is the case, I'll apologize a thousand times. If it isn't, then -- could you please just talk to me? I miss you terribly.

I hope I'm not being too forward. Feel free to reply with your own message -- or come visit me in person. Either way, I anxiously await your reply.

Yours,

Victor


He looks at the "come visit me in person" bit again, wondering if he wants to keep it in there. Does he really want more face-to-face awkwardness? Particularly if he had disgusted her?

But if you haven't, wouldn't you want to celebrate? a slightly saucy thought slips through his head. He dismisses it with a blush (though he was reserving the right to kiss her if things went well), takes a deep breath, and hits Send.

Hopefully she'd get it soon. And this would all turn out for the best.

Enemy Within?

(Set a few days after Alice breaks up with Victor to try and protect him. For reference, the King took over Victor on January 30th, visited the Nexus (and was dealt with by April) on the 5th, and Alice broke up with him on the 6th.)

It’s been a tough few days for Victor Van Dort. After Doc and Dee came home from their expedition to meeting the other living car (bringing Marty with them after telling him what’s been going down), they discovered him sobbing in his room. A few minutes of questioning revealed what Alice had done: “She left. . . .”

“She what?” Thunder boomed outside as Doc’s fists clenched. “That – that – I’m going to find her, and when I do--”

“No! No, please, she – she s-said she was doing it to p-protect me, she said it was all her fault. . . .”

After hearing the explanation of Alice’s guilt issues, Doc calmed down, and both he and Marty tried to contact their friend. All that came back was a message stating You’re safer not knowing me. All other attempts at communication failed. Marty suggested PINpointing to her, but Doc said that they didn’t have her PINpoint address; and that “even if we did, all she has to do is scream for her uncle and we’d be thrown out on our ears, if not worse, for invading her room. She does live in the Victorian age. Not to mention I don’t want anyone having any interesting reactions should I let off steam. . . .”

And that was it for the past three days. Nothing but Victor existing in his room, eating only to please his friends, sleeping when exhaustion takes him, and otherwise just sitting on his bed, staring at the walls and trying not to cry. He knows Doc at least has begun to come up with plans on how to get rid of the King (he’s asked not to know about them, for everyone’s safety), and that he should probably be doing the same, but – he can’t bring up the energy. He feels – numb. Broken. Like there’s a black hole where his heart used to be, and it’s sucking everything he is in. Alice is gone. Alice is gone.

Victor Finally SnapsCollapse )

Slipping Away

Follows on from Nightmares, which follows on from A Trip To Wonderland. Also backdated slightly to about a day after he visited the Nexus.

Victor looked at himself in the mirror, mentally steadying himself. Today he'd have to contact Alice and explain about his dreams. He probably should have done so yesterday, but he'd wanted to put April's lessons about mental blocks to use and get a good night's sleep beforehand. This was probably going to be a tough conversation. He took a deep breath. "Alice, I -- I'm afraid I have some b-bad news," he rehearsed. "I don't know why, but shortly after visiting Wonderland, I began to have these n-nightmares--"

Tentacles grabbing him, holding him in place

"Always about this -- this creature with tentacles. . . ."

Black eyes peering out of the darkness, shining with hatred

"And these horrible black eyes -- are there any m-monsters in Wonderland that look like that? I have no idea how one could get into my head, but -- but I--"

"Worthless" "GIVE TO ME WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!"

Victor squeezed his eyes shut, pulling up the mental blocks against the memories. "Alice, I'm scared," he whispered, though whether that was just another rehearsed line or him wishing she was here, he wasn't sure. "Why now?"

"Why not?"

Startled, Victor's eyes snapped open. His reflection stared back at him -- except --

Except it had pitch black eyes.

And then there was the sensation of something ripping through his defenses, something grabbing, something squeezing, something dragging. . . . He screamed briefly, then went limp against the sink. . . .

There was a knock on the front door. "Victor?" Doc's worried voice called. "Everything okay in there?"

He pulled himself back up, blinking a few times. "Fine," he called back in a slightly strangled voice, then swallowed and tried again. "Fine. Really."

Then he looked at his reflection again. Pitch black eyes stared back at him, and he smiled. "Just slipped a little."

Nightmares. . . .

It was cold and dark here.

Victor shivered, hugging himself as he looked around. Blackness surrounded him at every turn. He hated darkness like this, all-consuming and suffocating. It always made him feel -- trapped. Like an animal in a cage. He called out, suddenly desperate to hear a voice. "H-hello?"

No reply. Victor shivered again. Of course there was no reply. Nobody would want to brave this darkness. Nobody cared enough to come look for him. Why would they? He was weak and shy and --

"Worthless."

Victor nearly leapt out of his skin. What -- who -- the voice sounded vaguely familiar, in a way he couldn't place, but -- "Who's t-there?" he asked, backing up a step.

"You're nothing," the voice said, smooth and cruel. "No one would miss you. No one wants you. I deserve to come back!"

Out of nowhere, parts of the darkness came alive. Victor felt thick tentacles wrap tight around his arms and legs. Another muffled his mouth so he couldn't scream. Shaking in terror, he saw two black eyes peering at him out of the darkness, cold hate in their depths. "GIVE TO ME WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!"


Victor jerked awake, breathing heavily. For a moment, he saw only darkness, and nearly panicked. Then his eyes adjusted, and he realized he was in his room. He hastily turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. "Oh, what a dream," he whispered, pushing back his hair.

He didn't think any more sleep would be forthcoming tonight.

Christmas Gifts

Victor's feeling quite festive -- it's been a good year for him. As such, he has some presents he'll be getting to the proper places:

For John (hart_on_sleeve), there's a book he's found on various "weird places" around the globe. John likes to travel, after all -- might as well go someplace interesting. As for Alina, she gets a picture book.

For April (slayers_desire), he has a nice white heart-shaped picture frame. He figures she can use it for a nice picture of her and Clark.

For Alisa (enigmassweet), there's something from both him and Alice -- a nice box of high-quality chocolate. It appears that when he's a little unsure, Victor follows his sweet tooth.

As for his other friends, Doc's getting a saxophone (he mentioned once he played); Marty's getting a VHS of Huey Lewis music videos; Alice is getting a blue stuffed cat Victor painted to look like Cheshire (complete with grin); and Dee is getting a remote-controlled car (irony?).

(And there's other stuff for anyone else who thinks a gift-exchange is appropriate -- the mun just sucks a bit at remembering everyone she plays with. ^^;)
He doesn't know why he's doing this. It's just – been on his mind, for some reason. A preoccupation that's somehow morphed into a compulsion. Something he simply had to do. He suspects that video had something to do with it – what, exactly, he can't be sure. But it was only after seeing it that everything started.

He looks down at the flowers he's chosen. White lilies, yellow daisies, red poppies. Purity, innocence, and pleasure, if he remembers his flower language correctly. A pleasant, neutral message. He isn't trying to win her heart, he just – needs to give her some flowers. It was a purely friendly gesture. She'd understand that, right? Purely friendly. Has nothing to do with any intentions on her. Has nothing to do with that awkward yet strangely nice kiss, or the way he's started to enjoy the way her green eyes sparkle when she smiles, or –

Victor groans and shakes his head. "Oh dear." He really hopes he can blame this all on a LOL. The alternative is – too awkward to contemplate right now.

OOC: Cupcake Quiz



I don't know if I'm really what it describes, but it sounds delicious. :D

OOC: Dear Santa Meme

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Sunday I helped teeth_cut see the light (8 points). In February I pushed alienlisa in the mud (-17 points). In January I stole dee_lorean81's purse (-30 points). In May I gave change to a homeless guy (19 points). In June I farted in an elevator (-6 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-26 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich!

Sincerely,
deadgirlsliekme

Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:


. . .I contend this is all the actions of another Victor Van Dort. (Though I haven't seen Ant in a while -- I wonder how he is?)

OOC: Blogthings Quiz

Found on hart_on_sleeve's journal:



You Have a Passionate First Name



You are a loving, emotional person. You think and act from the heart, and that sometimes gets you in trouble.

You are very intense and impulsive. You go with your intuition, even if your intuition is telling you to make a very bold move.



You tend to feel strongly about everything in life. You have big emotions that sometimes conflict one another.

You have a wild streak, and you're known to be unpredictable. You chase your dreams.




. . . May I ask which Victor this refers to? Because it's certainly not me. (Well, perhaps I'll admit to being a bit emotional -- but impulsive and unpredictable?)