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tampered2006-05-20 09:51 pm
ripthehunter.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-05-20 09:51 pm
Log: Ongoing
When;Way back on Tuesday night, before the infamous Haiku incident.
Rating; G, most likely
Characters; Rip van Winkle and Ernula (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
operabunny)
Summary; Rip enters the opera house, meeting one of its occupants during her visit.
Log;
The intense, inviting lamplight glowed; anyone who possessed a fanciful mind would likely say it had a life of its own (and perhaps even those without may have very well agreed).
She stepped inside. Its large doors shut behind her, the sound which resulted echoing throughout the building. Rip raised an eyebrow.
No one.
Apart from the mundanely familiar scent of humans who had been and gone, which was not at all surprising.
The vampire made her way down the aisle and hoisted herself up onto the stage, gingerly setting her musket beside her. She remembered the little girl who, while her unsuspecting parents slept, managed to sneak into the closed town opera house and hold her own exclusive "performances". That girl, now an ex-member of a group Hell-bent on the ultimate war, would never have believed she'd end up at such a familiar place within the confines of a parallel world so many years later.
Rip couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Taking a deep breath (purely out of instinctive habit), she lent her voice to the empty audience.
"Morgenlich leuchtend im rosigen Schein,
von Blüt' und Duft
geschwellt die Luft,
voll aller Wonnen,
nie ersonnen,
ein Garten lud mich ein..."
((OOC: Forgive the lateness and possible suckage.))
Rating; G, most likely
Characters; Rip van Winkle and Ernula (
operabunny)Summary; Rip enters the opera house, meeting one of its occupants during her visit.
Log;
The intense, inviting lamplight glowed; anyone who possessed a fanciful mind would likely say it had a life of its own (and perhaps even those without may have very well agreed).
She stepped inside. Its large doors shut behind her, the sound which resulted echoing throughout the building. Rip raised an eyebrow.
No one.
Apart from the mundanely familiar scent of humans who had been and gone, which was not at all surprising.
The vampire made her way down the aisle and hoisted herself up onto the stage, gingerly setting her musket beside her. She remembered the little girl who, while her unsuspecting parents slept, managed to sneak into the closed town opera house and hold her own exclusive "performances". That girl, now an ex-member of a group Hell-bent on the ultimate war, would never have believed she'd end up at such a familiar place within the confines of a parallel world so many years later.
Rip couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Taking a deep breath (purely out of instinctive habit), she lent her voice to the empty audience.
"Morgenlich leuchtend im rosigen Schein,
von Blüt' und Duft
geschwellt die Luft,
voll aller Wonnen,
nie ersonnen,
ein Garten lud mich ein..."
((OOC: Forgive the lateness and possible suckage.))