Fredric March, Miriam Hopkins and Rose Hobart in “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” (1931)
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Fredric March, Miriam Hopkins and Rose Hobart in “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” (1931)
@childerdancehydejekyll certainly is The Empire Music Hall! The top is on the bottom! TV creates such a wonderful illusion :)
@childerdancehydejekyll Newest dead body with the shiny buttons! Yes! The building is actually the Empire Music Hall :) Lilly & Robert meet just across the river from here :)
Can anyone guess the ITV Jekyll & Hyde scene? *hint!* it's the scene I worked on!
Got cold so I’m wearing my Harry Potter socks.
Okay, they’re ‘Hunter’ socks but the colours & the H make me think of Harry Potter.
Hello!
So I’ve noticed how many people were following my Jekyll & Hyde: Mixed Blood story on Wattpad & I’m genuinely quite touched so thank you!
I haven’t really had much muse for that story at the moment but I do have another one I’m thinking of writing away from J&H, a completely fictional story, set in Scotland in the 14/1500s about vampires :) I’ve started writing it & will share it on the site today, so keep your eyes peeled! :)
Hello!
So I’ve noticed how many people were following my Jekyll & Hyde: Mixed Blood story on Wattpad & I’m genuinely quite touched so thank you!
I haven’t really had much muse for that story at the moment but I do have another one I’m thinking of writing away from J&H, a completely fictional story, set in Scotland in the 14/1500s about vampires :) I’ve started writing it & will share it on the site today, so keep your eyes peeled! :)
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“I-I’m flattered but I’m afraid.. I’m afraid that is not where my intentions lie. I’m sorry if you felt otherwise. I never meant to confuse you like that.”
“Snoop?” He laughed in disbelief. “So what, I’m an employee with benefits?” Iago shook his head slowly. “You’re crazy. And I must be too because I’ll… Yeah. I’ll be your pet or your snoop or your companion.” He shrugged. “Not like I’ve got too many morals left to break.”
“I have a strong feeling that you can get into places quite innocently am I correct?” he arched a brow, stroking the boys hair. “And don’t speculate. I am crazy.” he smirked here. “I want to play with you whenever I want, so I think its agreed that you’ll be my little toy, Iago.”
“Maybe not innocently, but I can get in undetected.” Iago grinned, both at Hyde’s surprisingly gentle touch and the man’s self diagnosis. “Must be why we get along.” He nodded. “Agreed.” Glancing down, he bit his lip before asking “Does being your toy mean I’ll live… Close by?”!
“Good boy,” Hyde purred when the boy agreed he’d help him when needed, continuing to stroke his hair as if he were stroking a dog. James let out a soft growl in thought at Iago’s question “Would you like to live close by. There are many rooms for you to choose from if you do so wish to stay close by.”
What’s Happening to Me? (NEW MUSE: WEREWOLF!STILES)
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Stiles’ blue eyes met then man’s before the man left. Stiles howled again, it was a lonely howl. He wanted his pack. He missed his pack. He wanted them to know he was okay.
Making sure the door were locked one last time, Robert smoothened his waistcoat, digging around in his lab for his emergency pillow & blanket, where he would lay down outside the door for the night.
Stiles sat on his hunches and howled the entire night. He sighed and laid down, his head resting on his paws as he closed his eyes. He wasn’t exactly tired, but he wasn’t exactly awake either. His ears were flicking back and forth as he listened to his surroundings.
By the time morning came, Robert were sat outside the door, eating his own cooked breakfast, another plate with a lid on top in front of him. He were waiting for any sign that Stiles were awake. And hopefully back to normal.
Differences Make Us The Same || Open
“That’s where us girls come in, you don’t have to be in control all the time,” she winked “Some girls like dominating too. I’m sure it’s no different with a man.”
“You’re right, I imagine the girls would quite like to dominate from time to time too.” He smiled to her. “And you can’t steal my money Clarice, I haven’t got any on me. My wallets still at the hospital.”
“Well then, I guess I cant’ sleep with you if you have no money!” she placed her cigarette back in her money.
“Sorry to disappoint you?”
“Oh please,” she pursed her lips to the boy “I’d sleep with you for free if your heart were in the right place,” she gave a child like giggle.
“Of course I’m right that there is an issue here,” the male grinned widely “I’m always right.” Hyde didn’t bother trying to make himself look presentable or even try to hide the blood on his clothing.
“I would be delighted to see where you live. That way I can always bother you.”
Abraham smirked and had to chuckle. In part for the humor he found in this strange man’s words as well for a more personal reason… he couldn’t help but to think for a moment that he was about to find out how utterly nettled Henry must have felt when he had asked his mentor about vampires.
“Well, we should go inside at any rate.”
Though Abraham stopped long enough to search the body for anything useful before turning and walking back to the rented building that served as both his office and home.
Once back at the strangers home, Hyde were stalking around the mans surroundings. Smelling it for anything unusual. Almost like a dog would sniff & protect his own territory. His fingers gliding across different surfaces, taking the surroundings in completely.
“Well, you’re not from here, are you?” he purred with a coy smirk.
Differences Make Us The Same || Open
“That’s where us girls come in, you don’t have to be in control all the time,” she winked “Some girls like dominating too. I’m sure it’s no different with a man.”
“You’re right, I imagine the girls would quite like to dominate from time to time too.” He smiled to her. “And you can’t steal my money Clarice, I haven’t got any on me. My wallets still at the hospital.”
“Well then, I guess I cant’ sleep with you if you have no money!” she placed her cigarette back in her money.
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@hellspains
“I-I’m flattered but I’m afraid.. I’m afraid that is not where my intentions lie. I’m sorry if you felt otherwise. I never meant to confuse you like that.”
“Snoop?” He laughed in disbelief. “So what, I’m an employee with benefits?” Iago shook his head slowly. “You’re crazy. And I must be too because I’ll… Yeah. I’ll be your pet or your snoop or your companion.” He shrugged. “Not like I’ve got too many morals left to break.”
“I have a strong feeling that you can get into places quite innocently am I correct?” he arched a brow, stroking the boys hair. “And don’t speculate. I am crazy.” he smirked here. “I want to play with you whenever I want, so I think its agreed that you’ll be my little toy, Iago.”
Differences Make Us The Same || Open
“That’s where us girls come in, you don’t have to be in control all the time,” she winked “Some girls like dominating too. I’m sure it’s no different with a man.”
When Two Worlds Meet || Closed Roleplay
“Nothing really,” she lied, keeping her eyes down as she eyed her tea “What about you?” Bella forced a smile “What’s new in your world?”
"How could you not tell me?" The door flung open as Olalla bursted into the lab room, fire in her eyes.
“Tell you what? That I have a common cold?”
Returning upstairs, Hyde waltzed about the room, gliding & stretching to really observe the place. What with everything going on with Tenebrae & MIO, he never really did get to explore his grandfathers home. Opening a brown wooden box, he found several glasses & Scotch. “Now that’s how family welcome family home!” he squealed.
The scream echoed through the night. Olalla glared at the man as he fell over. She landed on him like a tiger on a deer. Pushing his head in the mud beneath them, her hand grabbed the spike which sliced itself through the flesh. Olalla watched the handle fill with blood, imagining its taste on her tongue. Her eyes flashed in a sick pleasure.
“Sorry. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Olalla rose and pushed the dead man in the next alley, dropping him in a ditch. No one was going to miss him. The heat off the brief struggle relaxed her and she decided to return home.
“Oh, you found a drink”, she greeted Hyde as she entered the lobby. Her brother had filled himself a glass with Scotch. The strong scent off the alcohol filled her nostrills. Her hands were covered with mudd and the bloodspike’s tips bloody.
Olalla slumped herself in the chair opposite to him. While the woman interjected herself and enjoyed the mixture running into her veins, she asked: “Can I have one too?”
“Sugar & spice & all things nice, that’s what little girls are made of,” Hyde tantalised the woman, not too happy about her reappearance. “Bloodspikes, cigarettes & sex, is what Olalla is made of. No you can’t,” he spat, shutting the crate & having the bottle to himself.
Olalla chuckled. Twirling the spike between her hands, she responded: “Grumps, bitterness and ignorance, that’s what James is made off.” She chuckled and leaned over the chair to playfull try to catch the bottle out of his grip. “Come on. You cannot be that mad all the time.”
“Of course I can. I’m mad all the time because you’re around. Isn’t that what sibling do?” he swerved his body here, making sure she didnt get anything.
James watched as the man before him, the one he took the match from, spoke. “Oh don’t you worry about that, the street cleaners have seen it all,” he chuckled. “You know, I do love matches. Such an incredible invention,” he blabbed, not one hundred percent caring what the mysterious vampire were doing or acting like “They help start fires & light lamps & cigarettes. But I have to say, my favourite use has to be–”
Hyde were cut off by the other vampire, barking a “Oh will you shut up. No-one gives a shit. If this is your way of distracting me from doing what I want, then it’s not working & I’m not buying it.” he glared at the taller gentleman.
“No, my talking isn’t a distraction.” he smirked, “This is.” and with that, James struck the match, sending out a burst of bright light which he remembered the other saying would cause damage to a vampires eyes, if only for a moment.
Even with his dark glasses, Abraham could hardly see against the sudden light. At least the worst of it was negated for him. He struck with the silver dagger, burying it in the other vampire’s gut, tearing it to the side. A shove, pushing to pin the other against the wall so he could (hopefully) insert an arm into the slash, claws appeared on his free hand to better grab this other vampires heart and rip it out through the gut. He could trust his strength to carry the dagger through the neck, severing the head once he had ripped out the heart.
Some nagging thought was trying to bubble up from the depth of his subconscious. Too set on committing such an act of violence to pay attention to it, something to do with his shadow and the matches… his infamous silhouette.
Seeing how skilled the American were at his job, James took a step aside, checking his nails as he watched the scene before him unfold. The mysterious vampire had fallen to his death, after being butchered, it would be a miracle if he were alive. “Shame, I was beginning to rather like him,”
He finished up quickly enough, the benefits of having been a vampire-hunter in his previous life… and smirked to the Brit.
“I think we should head back to my office to patch you up. And there are some things we need to talk about… like the fact that the smell of your blood attracts my kind. I think it would be best to give you some things and show you how to use them.”
After a moment or two to breath….
“And I think that both of us could do with a few moments to clean up. It’s a messy job, vampire hunting. And if you are right that this is a problem here in London, then yeah. There is a lot more to discuss.”
“Of course I’m right that there is an issue here,” the male grinned widely “I’m always right.” Hyde didn’t bother trying to make himself look presentable or even try to hide the blood on his clothing.
“I would be delighted to see where you live. That way I can always bother you.”