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Oct 16 2017, 01:03 PM
Victor wasn’t a drunk. He didn’t spend every night in the bar, drinking away his worries or anything so dramatic. At least... Not anymore. There had been a time when he’d been all about the heavy drinking and forgetting scene. That had been before growing connected to Ruby, though. She had helped him realize that he didn’t need to wallow in self-misery. So the trips to the bar had died down considerably since then. But, of course ,that didn’t mean he had cut booze form his life entirely. It was still nice to go and knock a couple back after a hard day’s work.
And it was always a hard day’s work when you happened to be the young, hip head of a hospital in a town where terrible things seemed to happen on the regular.
So it probably wasn’t that shocking that Victor still came to the bar at least once a week, even if he didn’t allow himself to get knock out drunk. He and some of the other hospital staff who had gotten off the same time he had had all ventured to the bar together, to share stories and have a nice, fun time after another stressful day saving lives. For a while, it had been entertaining enough, but Victor had never been one for crowds, even though he seemed quite outgoing. That was his cursed self who seemed to be able to get along with everyone.
His normal self, the self from the Land Without Color, had been much more reserved and focused on his own work. It was that side of him that was speaking more clearly at the moment, pulling him away from the rest of the crew.
Slowly, he moved himself over to the bar after excusing himself from the company as polite as ‘I don’t really feel like hanging out with you guys anymore’ could go.
Ordering himself a scotch, he settled on one of the bar stools, and it was only at that moment that he noticed it wasn’t just the hospital staff that seemed to be familiar to him. He had just happened to sit himself down next to Jefferson- or the Mad Hatter, depending on what world you happened to come from. He was a man who had a sorted history too, much like Victor.
They had done a lot together in the Forbidden Forest, with Rumplestiltskin as something of their ring leader. It had been kind of... Interesting, to say the least. But they hadn’t spent much time together in Storybrooke, if any at all.
“Hey...” he offered awkwardly, “long time no see.” Geo
Oct 12 2017, 12:27 PM
Well, this sucked.
Victor wasn’t a strong guy. He didn’t have magic and, more often than not, he only got dragged into the crazy things that went on around town because of people coming to the hospital, NOT because he wanted to help anyone with their crazy world-saving antics. He wasn’t a villain, but he certainly wasn’t a hero, either! For the most part, he just liked to live a normal life as a doctor and help the people around him when they needed it. With their NORMAL problems. About the only magic he enjoyed was the transformation magic Rumple had given him, which let him become a wolf so he could run around with Ruby.
That was really all he needed.
So, naturally, he wasn’t pleased when he had ended up surrounded by zombies on the way home from work. It had been the wee hours of the morning and those little buggers were way more quiet than they looked. One moment, he was walking down the street, and the next he had been running for his life, trying not to be eaten. And he had been getting away too.
Until he tripped.
He had slammed so hard into the street that he must have knocked himself out. He couldn’t remember what had happened or how long it had been while he had been out like a light. All he knew was, one moment he was free and happy, and the next he was waking up in the middle of a gross, old cell in the middle of some kind of medieval dungeon right out of the fantasy books. Not that he was surprised, given his usual company.
Slowly, he sat himself up, rubbing the side of his head and letting out a low groan. He winced, feeling a spark of pain as his finger ran over a large bump on the side of his head.
“Damnit,” he grumbled ruefully, “I can’t believe I tripped...” But he was more concerned with what was going to happen now. He was in a dungeon! Run by ZOMBIES. Surely he was going to be eaten! He frowned, looking around.
He had no idea if he was even alone in the cell or the dungeon itself. Maybe someone was nearby, or would be brought in soon and he wouldn’t have to feel so alone.
Not... That he was wishing ill on others, of course. Geo
Jun 8 2017, 08:02 AM
Victor felt like he hadn’t spoken to his sister in a long time. At least, not properly. Sure, they said hi at breakfast or spared a few words for one another in the evening, but for the most part they didn’t often have a lot of time to spend with one another. When he wasn’t working long hours at the hospital, Victor was usually off to spend time with his girlfriend. Work and his personal life consumed most of his time, and there were days where he didn’t even return to his condo apartment.
And it seemed as though Elizabeth was the same sometimes, too. Not so much with the working double shifts at the hospital, of course, but she still seemed to be out a lot, and sometimes their paths didn’t cross at all in a day.
He wondered if she had that boyfriend he had heard rumblings about still. Maybe that was what had been keeping her out of the house. He wanted to know more about the guy, just to make sure she hadn’t accidentally found herself in another bad situation.
The first one had been beyond her control, but now things were different. And he was going to make sure that meant that things were better, too.
That wasn’t all he wanted to talk about, though. He hadn’t really spoken to her about anything that had happened recently, either. With the Dark One getting possessed and his time in the hospital. She had visited him, of course, but he hadn’t spoken much about how it had all happened, or how it had been resolved after. He also didn’t know if Rumple had done anything to her during that time, either. Some brother he was!
There was so much they needed to talk about.
Thankfully, he had finally managed to take a couple days away from the hospital now that the portals had brought in a few more doctors, so he could actually have a bit of a vacation. It had only just started and he already wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Talking yes, but then what? Oh well, one step at a time.
He entered the apartment with a box of pizza, humming as he went. “Hey Elizabeth!” He called merrily, “guess who got himself some time off for good behavior? I brought pizza!”Elizabeth Lavenza
Jun 3 2017, 09:03 PM
It hadn’t been a particularly busy day at the hospital, but it had still somehow managed to be a very long one. That probably had something to do with the fact that they only had a couple of patients admitted in the hospital, but one of them seemed very eager to kick the bucket.
It was an older gentleman with a plethora of diseases from a lifetime of neglecting his own body and health, Now that he was old, it was all catching up to him at once. Smoking, eating poorly, never exercising, even spending most of his time indoors rather than out in the sun- there were a lot of things that could cripple someone later in life.
Though, if he was being honest, the copious drinking and drug use probably hadn’t helped the old man much, either.
In any case, it had been a very long day of test, code blues, surgeries and then repeating the cycle over again a couple hours later. By the time he had left the hospital that evening, it had felt as though there hadn’t been anyone working at the hospital who hadn’t had something to do with that man’s care. Even Spike, the night security guard and local vampire, had been there to report when the man starting to crash again.
He was glad the guy was someone else’s problem for the rest of the night. He would have to see if he was still alive come the morning.
In the meantime, he was ready to head over to the diner and have himself some dinner. He was disappointed to see that his girlfriend wasn’t there when he arrived, but it seemed like she tended to work during the day rather than at night. Still, he was too hungry to head back to the apartment without getting something to eat, so he ventured towards one of the booths and sat himself down.
It was quiet there, but not completely empty. He smiled slightly to himself, leaning back in his seat and relaxing at last. The Red Queen
Mar 16 2017, 03:32 PM
"AAAHHHHH!" Was the appropriate reaction of one Victor Whale when he wandered into his morgue and noticed that some of his previous dead bodies were now back among the standing. Perhaps it was a little ironic that the man who had once been driven on the desire to reanimate the dead was now absolutely panicked to see corpses wandering around in front of him, but it wasn't like he had been the one to bring them back. As far as he was aware, he was the only one who did the whole 'raising the dead' thing, so of course other zombies were shocking to him.
He hadn't brought them back, and he was pretty damn sure that the other people for worked at the hospital weren't in the same line of business, so he had no idea how to explain the corpses that were currently sitting up on their examination tables, looking around with blank, albeit somewhat hungry stares.
They had looked at one another, and then at him. That was when he had decided to scream like a girl and make a break for it.
He certainly hoped someone had heard him- he was beneath the hospital at that point, and there weren't a lot of people who wandered down there, but if they heard screaming... well, maybe just about anyone would be willing to come and check in on things. He, meanwhile, would be more than happy to find a room to hide in. He slipped into a supply closet, closing the door and bracing it with one of the shelves. He could hear the banging on the door, and he knew the creatures had found him. They were eager to get to him.
Were they going to eat him?!
he backed away from the door, panic rising inside of him. "S-someone help me!" He screamed as loudly as he could, "Help! Help!"
It wasn't his proudest moment, but he had never claimed to be a brave or particularly noble man. He wanted to live! What happened if he died by these guys? Would he become a zombie, too? That was not what he wanted for himself. That was why he had stopped his research. He hadn't wanted to make monsters.
Now he was going to be one!