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INDEPENDENT ROLE PLAY BLOG FOR DOCTOR DANIEL CAIN OF THE REANIMATOR MOVIE TRILOGY.

[doctor-cain]

    “Oh, it does the job just fine for a medical student.” Dan laughs, opening       the door slowly, as to not alert Herbert to their presence. He can’t hear       any shuffling from below, but that doesn’t mean his roommate isn’t       lying in wait, so the man errs on the side of caution and quietly shows      West to the phone. 

                Pressing a lithe finger to his lips, Dan’s gaze slides to the basement                door, but there’s no light seeping from beneath the frame, so he breathes                a sigh of relief. “My roommate can be a real nut when it comes to other                 people in the house sometimes, but you can use the phone as you like.                  The address is -” He scribbles something akin to 666 Darkmore Lane on a                nearby napkin, “if you need it.”

[rexnimator]

Herbert just gives Daniel a small smile in return.  Of course, he shouldn’t be so rude when speaking to others.  He does still need to keep a nice presence, this man has been so nice to him so far.

West arches a brow when Dan motions him to be quiet.  He peers over to see the basement as well, just to see what the other was looking for. “Oh, I see, can’t you kick him out or something?” Herbert asks in a soft voice before taking the napkin, “W-Where’s the phone?”

[doctor-cain]

     “Ha, I wish it was as easy as just ordering him out.” Dan gives a small,      wistful shake of his head. He’s tried on several occasions to force      Herbert out, only to be greeted with fierce opposition and puppy eyes.      And Daniel Cain was never one for arguments, so Herbert has to hold      out just long enough until Dan begins to deflate and sniffle -      confrontation is his biggest weakness. 

                When West speaks again, his smile becomes slightly forced,                 casting questioning eyes on the small male in front of him. Eyes                 then sliding to the phone that sat in front of the pair, he knits his                 eyebrows before pointing to the small hunk of plastic. “There?”

[doctor-cain]

    “Course I got a phone.” He gives the man walking beside him a lukewarm      glance,and continues on nonetheless. But, Dan does give him another      look when he realizes Herbert is flinching away from every person      they pass on the way back to the dorm. Probably some schizophrenic     that was off his medication, Dan thinks, and runs over the number for     campus security in his head. 

             “I never gave you my name,” He exclaims suddenly, giving the               man a cursory once over before extending a hand, “Daniel Cain,               it’s very nice to meet you mister West.” They’re coming up on the               house now, and he prays to whatever higher power there was that               Herbert wasn’t around, waiting to prod at the guest.

[rexnimator]

West nods, occasionally glancing around at the buildings.  The college has changed so much now, he has no idea how he will ever adjust to this whole deal now, but looks like he’ll have to be baptized with fire.

“It’s nice to meet you too….. thank you for being so nice, Mr. Cain,” he thanks with a shy smile.  Herbert gives the house an odd look,  “This is a very small home….”

[doctor-cain]

    “Oh, it does the job just fine for a medical student.” Dan laughs, opening       the door slowly, as to not alert Herbert to their presence. He can’t hear       any shuffling from below, but that doesn’t mean his roommate isn’t       lying in wait, so the man errs on the side of caution and quietly shows      West to the phone. 

                Pressing a lithe finger to his lips, Dan’s gaze slides to the basement                door, but there’s no light seeping from beneath the frame, so he breathes                a sigh of relief. “My roommate can be a real nut when it comes to other                 people in the house sometimes, but you can use the phone as you like.                  The address is -” He scribbles something akin to 666 Darkmore Lane on a                nearby napkin, “if you need it.”

[doctor-cain]

     Dan’s hunched over the latest homework assignment, scribbling      away about pica when he hears the front door squeak. he looks      up from his notes, if only for a second, but it’s enough to notice      the padding of practiced soles against carpet. the student looks      back to his essay, he’s home early, dan notes, and as if on cue      there is a presence in his doorway.                                                                   “ home so soon? ” 

[doctor-cain]

. . . howdy...

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            “ I’M ONE OF THE MOST NOTORIOUS SLASHERS IN HISTORY               AND I DON’T WANT TO GIVE THAT UP! “

[rexnimator]

doctor-cain:

    Graduated fifteen years ago? This kid didn’t look a day over twenty,     let alone someone who graduated med school fifteen years ago. Dan    still smiles politely through the conversation, shaking his head with    faux seriousness when the slighter asks if this is a joke once more.    But then he states his name, and something cold races up Dan’s    back, and he dismisses probably quicker than necessary.

            “I, uh, I could let you use my phone? To call someone to come get              you?” Dan motions for him to follow, turning on his heels back towards             their home, fuck the class, he was too late to gain anything substantial             from it anyways.

“You have a phone?” he asks, perking up a bit now.  Maybe his assistant was sent her as well and he could contact him.  He follows Dan along quickly.  Finally, something is actually looking up for him.

“Thank you so much!” he chirrups happily.  A smile actually tugging at his lips a little.  He stays close to Dan though, cringing a little whenever someone else walked by.

[doctor-cain]

    “Course I got a phone.” He gives the man walking beside him a lukewarm      glance,and continues on nonetheless. But, Dan does give him another      look when he realizes Herbert is flinching away from every person      they pass on the way back to the dorm. Probably some schizophrenic     that was off his medication, Dan thinks, and runs over the number for     campus security in his head. 

             “I never gave you my name,” He exclaims suddenly, giving the               man a cursory once over before extending a hand, “Daniel Cain,               it’s very nice to meet you mister West.” They’re coming up on the               house now, and he prays to whatever higher power there was that               Herbert wasn’t around, waiting to prod at the guest.

[doctor-cain]

    Giving a soft sigh of defeat, Dan shakes his head solemnly. He wished     this was a joke, maybe being played on him by a cruel classmate who     looked on from the bushes.“It’s nineteen eighty five, sir. I was born in     nineteen sixty so it can’t be  nineteen ten.” He flips out his drivers     license, which states his birth year, as well as the year of expiration,     nineteen seventy eight. Raising his eyebrows expectantly, he studies     the man again, a gentler look crossing sharp features.

                     “What’s your name? If you’re a student here I could get you back                        to your dorm      they go by last names.” Dan’s tone has lost the                       annoyance, replaced by a caring coo, as he places a large, warm                       hand on the pointed shoulder of the man.

[rexnimator]

“N-No… I… I used to be a student here,” he mutters, “I just…. I’m not I graduated nearly fifteen years ago.  Please tell me this is an elaborate prank.  You are the only person who has actually spoken to me.”  What would he do if it isn’t?  West is already paranoid enough as it is.

“M-My name is Herbert West….  I doubt they have a dorm for me if what you are say it true….” he mentions, relaxing a little, but now his just looks depressed.  This can not be the eighties, if it is, then his assistant is probably dead.

[doctor-cain]

    Graduated fifteen years ago? This kid didn’t look a day over twenty,     let alone someone who graduated med school fifteen years ago. Dan    still smiles politely through the conversation, shaking his head with    faux seriousness when the slighter asks if this is a joke once more.    But then he states his name, and something cold races up Dan’s    back, and he dismisses probably quicker than necessary.

            “I, uh, I could let you use my phone? To call someone to come get              you?” Dan motions for him to follow, turning on his heels back towards             their home, fuck the class, he was too late to gain anything substantial             from it anyways.

[refreshmentcentre]

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cain.

   Dan frowns, looking down at the man who’s perched at the foot of    his bed, propping himself up on his elbow to turn the bedside lamp on.    Herbert is disheveled to say the least     paper white skin, dark pockets    under his eyes, the lacerations on his hands more prominent. Something    pangs in his rib cage, and he throws the duvet back, patting the spot    next to him.

          “We got th’ day off.” His voice is still slurred from being woken so suddenly.            “Jus’ come here, you’ll be okay.”

          sunken eyes seemed to soften at the suggestion.           glasses were already dismissed on the edge of           the bed, only to tumble back to the hardwood           floor. the lack of sleep only made him more           careless, and he had reached a wall that wouldn’t           let him go on anymore. no matter how much           reagent pumped through stretching veins, he           couldn’t hold himself up any longer in his current           state. west crawled to the open spot only to           collapse in complete exhaustion, brought on by           not only his lack of sleep but for complete devotion           to his work and none to his overall health. with a           heavy sigh filled with pain and fear, he sunk into           the mattress while his hand gripped tight onto the           blanket to pull it up to his chin.

[doctor-cain]

     as the other settles, dan’s eyelids have already grown heavy,      and soon he’s curled around herbert, lean arm strewn across      his stomach. 

    when dan wakes up the next morning, there’s a smaller body     pressed to his side, hand clutching his Miskatonic U t-shirt,     legs intertwined with his bare ones. he gives a sleepy groan     at the memory of last night, looking down at the scientist, who’s     still out cold, a small puddle of drool collecting on dan’s chest.     he’s grateful that herbert had, seemingly, made it through the rest     of the night without incident, and gives a small grin at the realization.

    but he writes from the scientist’s grip, and pads off into the kitchen     to start breakfast       god only knows how long it had been since     herbert had eaten anything with substance. so, he pulls the pork     roll from the fridge, throws it on a pan, and starts the coffee.

[doctor-cain]

“I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.”

    Dan frowns, looking down at the man who’s perched at the foot of     his bed, propping himself up on his elbow to turn the bedside lamp on.     Herbert is disheveled to say the least      paper white skin, dark pockets     under his eyes, the lacerations on his hands more prominent. Something     pangs in his rib cage, and he throws the duvet back, patting the spot     next to him. 

           “We got th’ day off.” His voice is still slurred from being woken so suddenly.             “Jus’ come here, you’ll be okay.”

[doctor-cain]

“I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.” - herbertofarkham

   Dan is roused a few minutes before six in the morning on his day off,    so needless to say he’s not too thrilled when Herbert shakes his shoulder,    hallway light flooding into his room. He’s ready to bite the other’s head off,    but seeing the dark pockets under his eyes, Dan’s expression softens.

                  Herbert tells of the same nightmare that’s plagued him for quite a bit                   of time, Dan nodding his head in sympathy for the whole spiel, before                   pausing at the utterance of the sentence,

      “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

                                           A beat, then       

   “You’re welcome to stay in here, if you’d like, read or something.” He     pats the spot next to him, rubbing sleep from his eye, “I’d get up and     make coffee, but today’s my day off, ‘n I really just wanna sleep in.”   

[angstmemes]

nightmare starters

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

[necrcnomicon-deactivated2016100]

“Hail he who has come from the skies to deliver us from the terrors of the deadites!”

independent, selective, multi-verse ASH WILLIAMS from the evil dead series.

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cain.

         dan stares at the other, pressing his back to the door which is           currently being jarred by the hoard of corpses on the other side.

                                “      y’know, take your time. no rush, no pressure.”

         an eerie grin of amusement crossed his          face before the cartridge [ clicked ] into          place.  ❝ we ought to invest in a suitably          sized furnace; it’d make T H I S much          less common ❞  the small handgun, normal          attached to his ankle and hidden just under          the hem of his trousers, was aimed towards          the crack with a squint of an eye. as if          growing more aware, the hoard seemed to          settle back, and then two shots range out.          both bullets disappeared behind the door          with an audible splatter, and an annoyed          sigh from west.

[doctor-cain]

       not bothering to even look over his shoulder, dan runs        a calloused palm over his face as the second shot       reverberates through the dimly lit space. a long, heavy       sigh escapes thin lips before he takes a seat at the table,       sagging at the hips. he’s making a poor attempt not to       wallow in self pity, and instead opts to shoot a glare       herbert’s way.

         “ a furnace would not ward away these       these THINGS             that you insist on making, west. ” dan hisses through            clenched teeth, adding under his breath, “ the furnace            is not the problem here. ”

[doctor-cain]

       Dan gives the stranger a blank, unbelieving smile as he contemplates         hauling ass in the other direction. But, he was a medical student after        all, and it was his ( and seemingly his only, he thinks ) duty to care for         those who were ill, whether it be mental or physical ailments.

                 “Of course not, sir,” He speaks with caution, “but I really do                   believe the med tent could do you a lot of good at the moment.                    You’ll be in better hand-” Dan pauses to listen to the frail man,                    and goes rigid when he asks about the decade. Maybe Dan                   just possessed some kind of trait that attracted the crazies                    to him, maybe he had a certain smell  that they could all hone                   in on. “Uh, no sir, it’s September nineteenth in the year                    nineteen eighty five.”

[rexnimator]

“No… No…” he mutters, shaking like a leaf about to fall from a tree.  It couldn’t be nineteen eighty-five.  He begins to pace anxiously, but he doesn’t stray too far from Daniel.  He can’t go to any medical tent, they might detect the reagent on him and question about it.  Who knows what his assistant did with it after he was attacked.

Wait.  Maybe Herbert isn’t dead and this was just some cruel prank someone has decided to pull on him.  “I-Is… Is this some kind of joke to you?” he asks shakily, “because if it is, I… I don’t find it amusing in the slightest.  I-It can’t be eighty-five…” 

[doctor-cain]

    Giving a soft sigh of defeat, Dan shakes his head solemnly. He wished     this was a joke, maybe being played on him by a cruel classmate who     looked on from the bushes.“It’s nineteen eighty five, sir. I was born in     nineteen sixty so it can’t be  nineteen ten.” He flips out his drivers     license, which states his birth year, as well as the year of expiration,     nineteen seventy eight. Raising his eyebrows expectantly, he studies     the man again, a gentler look crossing sharp features.

                     “What’s your name? If you’re a student here I could get you back                        to your dorm      they go by last names.” Dan’s tone has lost the                       annoyance, replaced by a caring coo, as he places a large, warm                       hand on the pointed shoulder of the man.

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        P L A G I A T E             

                                         gordon and lovecraft                                          based  herbert  west 

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         ❝ give me another moment ❞

[doctor-cain]

         dan stares at the other, pressing his back to the door which is           currently being jarred by the hoard of corpses on the other side.

                                “      y’know, take your time. no rush, no pressure.”