Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in Gavin Munyard's InsaneJournal:

Monday, February 9th, 2009
11:28 pm	Dead Letters The faint clash of metal on wood jingled through the air like a whisper, the set of keys laid to rest on the small study desk. Quietly a chair protested against the thick fabrick of the carpet as it was pulled out, the sound of someone sitting down was almost a sigh. The drawer was slowly pulled open, a smooth leather bound book was brought out and placed almost delicatly onto the desk, the cover creased with use. A pen was clicked, the sharp noise echoing in the silence of the room. Flipping the book open, the pen was lowered. ( All That I Ask ) (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 31st, 2009
5:47 am	Getting Connected Once upon a time, Rose loved to catch a few winks of beauty sleep. Unfortunately, her new-found fear of slipping into a lucid nightmare spoiled the fun. She was now a certified insomniac. Had she thought caffeine would affect her, she would've kept a pot permanently percolating, but the only things that seemed to prop the brunette's eyelids up during the daylight hours were soap operas. She had become a fan of The Young and the Restless. Those actors, especially Eric Braeden and Melody Thomas Scott, were as timeless as the undead. Rose found that if she left the tube on while dozing on the couch, their voices got woven into her dreams, and since Victor and Nikki Newman had no place in her memories of 1954 Chicago, they were a safe bet. Around sunset she dragged herself to the Frigidaire and poured a cup of the red stuff in a ceramic mug. It sat there, cold and viscous, while Rose wrinkled her nose at it and sniffed. "They ought to sell herbs and spices for the taste-challenged," she moped, fantasizing about a future when some intrepid, brainiac scientist might discover a recipe for spicing up her daily diet. Last summer, she'd actually poured it over ice shavings and pretended it was a cherry sno-cone. She closed the door with her toes. The bottoms of her feet made soft sounds on the tile and carpet as she wandered to her bedroom, sipping the cold beverage. There had been too many sly comments from Wyatt lately, about where he was spending his free time when it wasn't in his restaurant. For that reason, and the fact that the prospect of bumping into that creature was not on his wish list, he had taken the last few days to being devoted to his work. Personalities, it seemed, calmed down when everything appeared as normal as usual. Staying intentionally to have dinner with his staff, Gavin made no show of having to leave until their break was over. Even then it was casual, lingering to have small snippets of chat in between grabbing his coat. ( Impulse. ) (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 25th, 2009
12:24 am	Dream a Little Dream Part 3 [Continued from here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/city_limits/175962.html] Gavin let his eyelids fall, blocking out the forest as Rosalyn's nimble hands wove in front of them to make sure he wasn't peeking. The beauty of darkness was that you could pretend you were anywhere, it was only as limited as your imagination, but everyone let their imagination run wild when things were going bad. In his mind a small flicker of his step mother wiping a smudge off his cheek bloomed then faded back to black. Please... Anything but that. ( Do I Follow My Instincts Blindly? ) ( Do I Hide My Pride From These Bad Dreams? ) ( Half Way To Anywhere. ) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 30th, 2008
3:40 am	Love Bites - Part 2 The air hit Gavin and made him feel ever so slightly light headed. Swaying to the side, his arm shot out to let his palm find the side of the building, regaining his balance so that he could pull Rosalyn towards him. Their fingers entwining as his dark eyes drank in the sight of her. There was something about her that seemed to make the werewolf feel younger and so full of life, perhaps that was why he suddenly guided her back against the wall, his form flush against her. It was going against everything he stood for, yet the desire to just find out what it was like was all too much. Shifting to get his footing, Gavin reeled slightly as he brought his arm up, his thick fingers tugging at the button of his cuff. Once open, he pushed the material up to his elbow and looked from his wrist, to Rosalyn's face, then back again. The animal in him wanted to feel it, enough that it won over the man in him who wasn't so sure, it was going to be now or never. Seconds ticked past in tense silence before he looked Rosalyn in the eye, his tongue moistening his lips, "Pretty please." Inside, ever since he was a boy, Gavin had been terrified of a vampire bite. Part of him always believed that eventually, it would happen, and if it was going too... Then he would rather experience it with the only vampire he found himself trusting rather than when he was older when it would be inevitably against his will. The rough bricks of the building's exterior snagged her sweater, the fabric making soft sounds as Rose shifted up and down against it, not trying to free herself but simply too excited physically to hold still. There was hard behind her and in front of her, and then there was Gavin's wrist, pale and upturned. ( Climbing Walls (Adult Content: Sexuality Like Whoa) ) A memory struck her anew, of being in that mystical high school and how he was there, her quarterback, and though it should've been a fake, unimportant memory, it had stuck in her heart, as real as anything that had truly happened to Rosalyn. When Gavin planted his hands on her lunch table and asked her to the prom in front of his friends, and got that unbelievably sexy smile when she said yes... That was the moment. "It's crazy, but I don't mind." Perhaps it would eventually break her undead heart, but Rosalyn had survived too many decades to take for granted explosions of color and life such as this one. For however long it lasted, Gavin was going to be hers. (Comment on this)
Friday, December 19th, 2008
8:47 pm	Sanctuary The thing was, he could understand Rosalyn's excitement, getting to feel the sun on her skin again, getting to eat, the freedom of no restrictions, hell the choice to go to church. What Gavin was struggling with was the fact that he went from being alive, well, and having a business... To being dead, very alone, and given that he didn't have her address, apparently now homeless. All he could think about was the fact he couldn't go to anyone. This was just like something from his nightmares as a kid after that night his father was killed. Now that he was one of those creatures, well that caused him to dry heave, and his small hand clutched the railing until he managed to get it under control. Rosalyn's feelings weren't the only ones bruised. The way she seemed to brush him off and expected him to carry on the things she would do was beyond him, plus the threat just boggled his mind. The sudden urge to stake himself washed over him, and much to his distress, he choked on a sob. No, he couldn't let her see how much this was getting to him. All he wanted to do was sit down and work something out, instead of fighting, and shouting. It was safe to say that Gavin felt incredibly vulnerable. With no other option, he turned around again and started walking behind Rosalyn. "Well it's my house too, I'm going with you." Talk about having your identity stolen. "Get bent. You're uninvited... woman-beater!" Rosalyn, in a werewolf's body, tromped onward. She didn't know the exact mechanism for making that occur, so it was an empty threat, but still it felt satisfying. The way Gavin was feeling sorry for himself was just... razzing her berries. Honestly! Like it was that awful to be her. Worse things could happen than being transformed into a beautiful woman who was going to live forever. A businesswoman. And couldn't he have the good grace to be selfless? Rosalyn hadn't chosen to be a vampire. She had her neck ripped out by a sicko. Even though this was an awful situation, she now had a second chance to experience a heartbeat and the relief of taking a deep breath, to taste things, to walk in the sunlight, to see a reflection, and as much as she hated to admit it, to pretend she had loved ones (not that she wanted to hang out with a bunch of werewolves...ick, fat chance). But was Gavin happy for her? Nope. "I can't believe I dug you," she mumbled. Past tense, well, that was a bit of a lie, wasn't it? Because she was a soulless vampire and slaps weren't all that evil, on such a scale. Mostly her pride was wounded. At the street, she looked around at the nearby cars and searched the keyring. "Wait, did you drive here?" ( Play Checkers ) ( No Torture ) Dropping the crust, Rose wiped her hands on a napkin and got up. It took special attention not to bang her knee on the coffee table. She went to a hope chest beneath the windows, knelt to open it, and removed a box that rattled. When she plopped back on the couch and lifted the lid, twenty-four red and black disks skittered against one another. "Did you think I was kidding?" The former vampire held up a checker and smiled. "I'm red." (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
12:58 am	Trash Occasionally, the garbage chute in Clemence's building would go mysteriously 'out of order.' She wasn't sure how a long metal chute went out of order, but she suspected foul play of some kind. On those occasions, she had to throw on some shoes, put on a jacket over her pajamas and head outside with her Hefty bag full of take-out refuse. The blonde took the stairs out of courtesy, and because she didn't feel like dragging a garbage bag into the elevator. She began the twelve-foot trek to the industrial-sized trash bins behind her apartment building. It was long past dark, and she had to cross through a pitch black gangway to get to the alley. Fuzzy panda pants, white tank top, denim jacket and all. There was an odd cracking noise a few feet ahead, and Clemence halted and set the bag on the ground. Her sneakers skittered over some gravel as she took a tentative step forward, squinting into the darkness, straining her ears to hear. Slow, deliberate steps sounded out in the darkness, accompanied by a low rumbled growl. "What do we have here?" The voice was a little rough, but the cold lips suddenly against the blonde's ear were remarkably soft. A sniff, deliberate and loud, was all that took place before the figure stepped back. Head bowed as they prowled around to face the girl. "A fluffy, little, snack." The last word was gnashed out almost viciously. The intent of course to frighten her as his teeth mashed together an inch from her face. Yellow eyes glinting with malice. Cocking his head to the side, the vampire looked the blonde up and down. It was slow, intentional, and his glowing eye's settled on her pale neck. "Good enough to eat." He stepped closer, invading her space with a snarled, "Let's unwrap you." Clemence started as the voice sounded just inches away. As the creature stepped around to face her, she jumped back, nearly tripping over the bag of trash. Cans rattled inside it as she brushed against it. Her hands jammed inside her denim pockets, finding a small bottle of pepper spray she had purchased upon moving to the city, but had forgotten about. She pulled it up, twisted the safety cap off and aimed it at the vampire. "No unwrapping!," she said indignantly. She glanced up at her building, most of the windows dark. The ones that were lit were high up. Even if she screamed, and even if they heard, would they make it down in time? "I swear, this will burn really bad. You better stay away." Her trembling voice belied her words. The vampire laughed. A cold, mirthless, hollow sounding thing that would have chilled even the night air if it listened to it. "It won't kill me, I'm already dead." His boots crunched over some spilled garbage from the dumpster, fangs glistening in the dark as he stalked slowly towards the blonde. "But you... You are very alive." He stopped, sniffing the air, lips twitching into a snide grin. "And you smell delicious." ( Who Are You? ) Clemence nodded again. "Thanks. Again." She held out her uninjured hand for him to shake. "Goodnight, and I guess...I'll see you at the restaurant? Or you know, whenever." Her teeth chattered a little as the wind picked up from the lake. There was only so much he could stand, and knowing that the girl had just had a near death experience was bad enough. But to witness her catch her death of cold? Doing as he was brought up to do, as he clasped his large hand around hers, Gavin pulled her close. Not out of illicit intentions, but simply to share his body warmth. His hand left hers and he raised hos arm to wrap around her shoulders. Walking her slowly towards the front of her apartment. "Stop thanking me, I would have done it for most people." His voice sounded a bit bemused. "Look after yourself, Clemence." He pulled back, and bowed his head slightly, taking a step back as he did so. (Comment on this)