The plane was quiet as they can be; the all-encompassing low hum of engines and rushing wind from the outside that most passangers would block out were oddly comforting to Edward.  They sounded like voices, a thousand whispering and buzzing people all lost in the speed of travel.  Something about that gave peace of mind and a sense of solitary ( Read more... )

(apologies for lower-case i's. Laptop broken, will fix later)

It all started with the other Gangrel. Some people had been taken, then murdered. A woman had been taken now, and Edward was damn well going to do everything in his power to stop it. The dead two had been a young couple, and someone had silenced their lives and loves. Blood simmering in ( Read more... )

 (OOC Note - The following is an entry in Edward's physical journal.  No one has access to this per se, but included for something different)

April 21st/22nd

Tonight has been a decently slow night.  I have answered some e-mail and sent out one or two others.  Still no word from Doctors Hammond or Gray, as per the usual.  This evening a very kind ( Read more... )

(March 23rd)

Edward parked the old pickup truck by the delivery spot, and sat there listening to the soothing music for a moment before turning it off.  He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about Mr. Gorgonov always gave him the creeps.  Around him, Edward felt like a straggling deer being considered by a hungry wolf.

He got out of the car ( Read more... )

 "Still friends, right?"  Edward tried not to wince away from Aaryana's smile, the sting of her words.

"...yes.  Of course!"  He forced a smile at her.  There was more talk and Edward tried to force himself calm, but he felt a growing something not unlike dread.  "Excuse me."  He got up and muttered something about needing some air.  Walking out of ( Read more... )

(OOC notes - intended as a small series of posts involving another PC, to be revealed presently)

The sculpture wasn't exactly what Edward would call his best work.  Maybe it was just that he didn't like the subject matter, but still a comission was a comission.  As he looked over the idealized figure that the Kindred had requested, he couldn't help ( Read more... )

3/1/08

The whole night, Edward could feel his blood pulsing.  It was something he was still getting used to, seeing his merciful sin again, feeling the echo of emotion occasionally drifting across to him.  After the years without, having his childe here was strange.  Edward found himself occasionally glancing off in a seemingly random direction ( Read more... )

Edward sat with some trepedition in the chair by his desk, looking at the blank page in front of him.  He had had this bouncing around in his head, and the only way he'd free himself of it was to get it out onto the page.  The desk was bare of all other distractions; only the paper, desk lamp and pen.  It was a popular practice, he'd heard, writing ( Read more... )

Edward moved the pen carefully, taking care to sign the letter.  He blew on the ink to dry it before taking the utmost care in folding the paper, all smooth lines, placing it in the already marked envelope, and sealing it.  It joined the others on the small pile on his little desk, indistinguishable from the outside save for the delivery notes, but ( Read more... )

Edward steered his vehicle back with a disturbed feeling in the pit of his stomach.  It was a sort of churning, writhing wriggling mass that made him want to pull over and vomit until he couldn't anymore.  Although it was relatively hard to vomit anyway.  Just the thought of what had gone on, some of the discussions, what he'd seen.  That picture, ( Read more... )