JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU
High Class
The Island of
Dr. Moreau &&
The Story of
Dr. Doolittle
"A Peculiar Gentleman"
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Post by JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU on Jan 15, 2013 0:05:35 GMT -5
"Oh all right I'll do it. But you have to stay here. Especially after the way you scared off Ms. Ludwig."
"And whose fault was that? Seriously cranial comparisons between the common chimpanzee and the bottlenose dolphin? That conversation was begging for a subject change."
"Well you didn't have to do it by insulting her favorite painting! And she told me she liked dolphins."
"Will you just forget the dolphins. And besides Salvador Dali is a talentless depressing hack. Now Van Gogh... there's an artistic genius."
"Well either way I'm sick of you badgering me into these encounters and then sabotaging them." John turned and strode out the door...
...only to return a few seconds later, grab a pie and a bottle of rosee wine off the counter and finally leave.
In a couple of minutes he was knocking at the door of yet another in a long stream of neighbors. Perhaps after this one Polynesia would eventually allow him to give up.
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VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN
High Class
Frankenstein
?Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.?
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Post by VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN on Feb 11, 2013 21:45:57 GMT -5
Ding, dong.
Victor opened his eyes. He'd been sleeping. It was afternoon, but he'd still been sleeping. His hours awake and asleep were all very lenient these days, but almost annoyingly so recently. He'd been dreaming about Elizabeth. He had kissed her, but her face soon distorted into the face of the unthinkable... the doorbell rescued him and he sat up, insensibly gasping for breath.
It wasn't the first time he'd had that dream. No, he had had it almost often, back when he'd first... when it was first... back in university. But it had grown further apart these days... but having it back always scared him. He shuddered, shivered, wished James was home and not at work. But then, the doorbell - perhaps it was James after all.
He was strange; the dream had almost made him think clearly, despite its awfulness. He was strange like that; he saw reality in dreams. What dreams may come. He was shirtless, an old pair of sweatpants on his bottom. James chastised him for not keeping warm in winter, but he didn't care. He wandered over to the window and flung it open, a cool wind rushing about his naked top and growing goosebumps on his skin. He looked around to the front, saw a man on his porch. A man he didn't know.
"Hey! he called, and had be been any less lucid right now... well, the man was lucky. He gestured the guy over to the window. He was on the second floor, but the man could surely see him from the side of the house. "Who are you? What do you want?"[/b]
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JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU
High Class
The Island of
Dr. Moreau &&
The Story of
Dr. Doolittle
"A Peculiar Gentleman"
Posts: 60
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Post by JOHN "DOOLITTLE" MOREAU on Aug 25, 2013 23:42:04 GMT -5
Doolittle jumped when he heard the voice. A man was gesturing at him from a second story window. Surprised, John walked over. The man in the window seemed almost as eccentric as he was. Wasn't every day that happened to him.
"I am Dr. John Doolittle, and as for what I want... well to be honest I don't particularly want to be here. However etiquette demands socialization among neighbors."
He paused and held up the plate of brownies and the wine. "I'm not anything near an expert on any of the social sciences, being a medic and biologist by training and a linguist by current trade, but I believe baked goods and beverages are the customary offerings in such a situation?"
He figured it would be best to get this over with as quickly as possible, hence his little speech. Hopefully the window guy would brush him off and then John could go about his day. If he was actually invited in... well he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
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