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vlad_draculGenerally, Dracula's sleep is deep. He is as unresponsive and unaware as if he were truly dead. It takes a tremendous effort to rouse him from his slumber. This makes him vulnerable during the day, though not as susceptible to sunlight as some believe. Dracula is very aware of these weaknesses, of course, though he generally feels quite safe, locked inside his high rise apartment in Chicago, with all of its security measures, both ones provided by the unsuspecting, breathing owners and those he has arranged himself.
So, Dracula is quite surprised to transition, with no further memories, from a deep sleep to walking in a wooded and unfamiliar park. He knows only that he is not in Chicago...the smells, the rhythm of life around him, everything is wrong for the city he had grown to know and love. Fortunately, he is also well-rested and well-fed, since he arrives during the day, with sunset still hours away.
Dracula isn't overly concerned about the daylight. After all, he can survive direct sunlight, provided he is well-rested and uninjured. It's not exactly comfortable, but it's far from fatal. He isn't concerned about feeding, either. If anything, the city will simply notice a small decrease in the numbers of vermin and stray animals, until he can make other arrangements. No, there is really only one thing that truly worries Dracula.
Where and how is he going to sleep? He needs to sleep in his native soil, which he doesn't have with him. Without sleep, true death will take him and he is not ready to die. As he ponders this problem, he walks. As the sun begins to set, he leaves the park, heading instinctively towards the nearest cemetery. He can feel the peaceful dead and hopes to find refuge of sorts, there. Perhaps, if he is very, very lucky, he will find that some other vampire has copied his trick and placed Wallachian soil in this place. It is the slimmest of hopes, but all that he has.
(ooc: Feel free to join him in either the park or the cemetery. :D)
So, Dracula is quite surprised to transition, with no further memories, from a deep sleep to walking in a wooded and unfamiliar park. He knows only that he is not in Chicago...the smells, the rhythm of life around him, everything is wrong for the city he had grown to know and love. Fortunately, he is also well-rested and well-fed, since he arrives during the day, with sunset still hours away.
Dracula isn't overly concerned about the daylight. After all, he can survive direct sunlight, provided he is well-rested and uninjured. It's not exactly comfortable, but it's far from fatal. He isn't concerned about feeding, either. If anything, the city will simply notice a small decrease in the numbers of vermin and stray animals, until he can make other arrangements. No, there is really only one thing that truly worries Dracula.
Where and how is he going to sleep? He needs to sleep in his native soil, which he doesn't have with him. Without sleep, true death will take him and he is not ready to die. As he ponders this problem, he walks. As the sun begins to set, he leaves the park, heading instinctively towards the nearest cemetery. He can feel the peaceful dead and hopes to find refuge of sorts, there. Perhaps, if he is very, very lucky, he will find that some other vampire has copied his trick and placed Wallachian soil in this place. It is the slimmest of hopes, but all that he has.
(ooc: Feel free to join him in either the park or the cemetery. :D)
