This is what happens when the past collides with the present (original) (raw)

Crash And Burn	[Sep. 23rd, 2005|12:55 am]King Arthur, Past and Present
[**Current Mood** |sore]If there was one thing that Lancelot hated more than snow in this world, he would like to know it so he could declare his detest. However he didn’t think that possible as how could anything outdo snow? It was cold and soaked your clothes if it settled for long enough and the ice on the ground was impossible to navigate. Lancelot really hated winter and he hated how many layers he was forced to wear just to feel halfway human. Another thing he hated was the way his windscreen would fog due to the extreme temperature inside of his car and outside of his car.He was on his way back to his house after a long day of work but the traffic and the poor weather conditions had slowed him down. He cursed for the sixth time as he had to lean forward to wipe the inside of his windscreen, he could barely see anything.Snow continued to fall and whilst he might have enjoyed the view in a nice warm house, he was most certainly not enjoying it now. “Fucking weather.” He muttered to himself as he pulled his car from out of its lane and shifted it into the next which took him around to the street that would eventually take him home.Just as his car turned, his wheels skidded on the iced road and as he focused on fighting for control of the wheel and on steadying the spin, Lancelot’s car was slammed into by another. There was a dull crunching sound as metal hit metal before sparks flew out from around the car and Lancelot felt a sudden almost fierce pain in one leg as the dashboard collapsed forward onto him. The sudden impact forced his head forward and his head met with the hard edge of his steering wheel. He cried out suddenly and then groaned as he fell back into his seat, blood gushed from nose, ear and mouth and his head felt like it was going to explode.Only the horror didn’t stop there, the momentum of the crash brought Lancelot’s car around on the road and then forced it straight off the highway. Bumps, crashes and thuds were head as the car rolled and rolled until it came to a slow stop. The only thing holding Lancelot in place was his seatbelt but even then, he moved like a rag doll.The glass of the windscreen was shattered, cracked and several pieces had embedded in Lancelot’s body. His head was bloodied and his face seemed almost disfigured by the amount of bruises and cuts that littered the skin.However the dark stain in the side of Lancelot’s white shirt was more worrying especially as a large chunk of metal appeared to have stuck itself in there. Lancelot was unconscious; impact after impact had rendered him into this state. Blood dripped from him and the only horrific sound that could be heard was Lancelot’s horn blaring as his face rested against it.The emergency services worked as quickly as they could but it meant cutting Lancelot out of his car and that took time. Paramedics tried to keep an eye on Lancelot’s state as the firemen worked, they knew they needed to get him to the hospital or risk him dying.Eventually the man was cut free and transferred from car to ambulance and driven away from the scene. During his journey to the hospital, Lancelot went into cardiac arrest and was forcibly revived and held there by the paramedic’s voice until it all became too much and Lancelot passed out again. For how long, no-one knew as only the doctors could tell them that.The ambulance arrived and without much fuss, Lancelot was rushed away and the arduous task of contacting family or friends began. The first on the list happened to be one Arthur Pryce and a young nurse waited for the man to answer his phone.
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Fundraising	[Aug. 23rd, 2005|06:56 pm]King Arthur, Past and Present
[Tags**|tristan] [Current Mood**	accomplished]For the first time in a while, the sky was clear and free of any of those angry looking clouds that Britain seemed so fond of. A perfect day for a fund raising event, Tristan really couldn't have planned it any better. The fund raising was important to Tristan, it all went to a good cause but he had something of an ulterior motive. He felt that Gawain had done a lot for him and Galahad so it was time to repay the favour.As he heard the crisp British accent which was followed by a soft laugh, he turned his head and smiled as he rested his eyes on one Susan Johnson. A fiery red head with a lust for life and a beautiful personality, he figured she'd be a good match for Gawain. She was also very single and hadn't had much luck, it was about time she had some luck.Tristan turned his attention back to helping Lancelot with the balloons for the kids that had been brought along though why they were dealing with the kids, he would never know. Dagonet was so much better with them but he had managed to sneak away.
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Birthday	[Aug. 20th, 2005|03:47 am]King Arthur, Past and Present
[Tags**|dagonet, lancelot, tristan] [Current Mood**	calm]Lancelot, Tristan and Dagonet had made their way to where Galahad's birthday party would be held. Lancelot had brought an expensive bottle of wine, Dagonet had brought something he had cooked himself and Tristan, well he had spent several days thinking on what he could possibly make. He had come up with nothing so he had fallen back onto his original plan and that now wrapped his right wrist. It was a simple black cloth which would prove itself useful later and Tristan had thus far warded off questions in regards to it. Lancelot had been the one asking most of the questions and Tristan knew how to shut him up so it made the trip easier.Eventually they arrived and were shown indoors. Though Lancelot lingered outside as he waited on Arthur, he was supposed to be arriving after them as he had commitments to wiggle out of.
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Getting To Know One Another	[Aug. 19th, 2005|12:14 am]King Arthur, Past and Present
[Tags**|dagonet] [Current Mood**	bored]Dagonet's quiet almost restful moment of losing himself in fantasy was disturbed by a shrill beeping sound that appeared to be coming from his belt. He sighed and rested his book down before pulling his beeper from its place on its belt. His eyes narrowed in on the message and he smirked, it was just Tristan informing him that one young Galahad might come to see him.He slid his beeper back into place and assimilated the information. He wasn't sure if he liked the newest addition to Tristan's life, Galahad was young and the young didn't and couldn't know what they wanted. He didn't want to see Tristan hurt again especially as he had finally started to date. Dagonet had been the one to stand by Tristan's side through the hell his life had been after his parents death, he had been the friend who had seen the detrimental effect that their deaths had on Tristan and his life. Everything disintegrated and Dagonet didn't want anything or anyone to threaten the new life that Tristan was building.He furrowed his brow in thought and then lifted his eyes to the clock before he picked up his book. Galahad would come and Dagonet would talk with him and perhaps he could have a better appreciation of him than he had at the moment.
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Sneak	[Aug. 18th, 2005|01:58 pm]King Arthur, Past and Present
[Tags**|lancelot] [Current Mood**	tired]His mother was a sly one, Lancelot had always known this and tonight had only confirmed it. He had to wonder how stupid he was to believe that his mother would just want to go to the theatre with him especially now she had gotten it into his head that he needed a woman. Lancelot had gone with his mother to the theatre only to find Victoria there in a dress that should have been illegal. Lancelot being a guy couldn't help but notice her assets and he certainly couldn't help comparing her from the girl he knew to the woman he saw. But even as much as he wanted to, he couldn't do anything, he was too bound by his feelings for Arthur. Feelings that seemed determined to make him a lonely old man. Lancelot had managed to get away from both his mother and Victoria by making an excuse but not before, Victoria planted a bright red kiss on his cheek and made sure to rub up against him. Perfume now scented his clothes and haunted him as he hurried home.Lancelot sighed softly as he pushed the door open for his home and didn't bother with the light. His hand lifted to loosen his scarf before freeing a few buttons on his coat. Winter was coming and that always meant wearing several layers of clothing. Lancelot hated the cold, it didn't suit him and it never would.He wandered through his dark home and found his way into the living room where his answering machine appeared to be flashing. Lancelot stepped over to it and reached down to press the button, it told him he had eight new messages, two from Tristan and the other six from Arthur. Lancelot had listened to every one of Arthur's voicemails and had deleted them, one by one. If Arthur wasn't going to do anything about his mother's insistence Lancelot find someone then Lancelot couldn't be bothered.
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