I was going to call these two Jack and Diane, but I figured pulling the British-aristocrat names from a song about “two American kids growing up in the heartland” would be a bit odd. [overhead shot] Integra (thinking): Hm…Crowded. Lord Huntington: Sir Integra! Jolly good to see you! Integra: Lord Huntington, our gracious host. A… Continue reading Beauty and the Beast 8/34
Diane: Diane Elizabeth Huntington; charmed. Integra: Integra Wingates Hellsing; pleased to meet you. Diane: You can ask the orchestra to play something special if you like; a vocalist will arrive later in the evening. James: James Earl Huntington; enchanted. Integra: Pleased to meet you as well. James: The pleasure is all mine. Refreshments are on… Continue reading Beauty and the Beast 9/34
Huntington: Ah! More guests have arrived! Come along, James, Diane… James: Save me that dance, Sir Hellsing. Integra: I doubt he’s ever done a full day’s work in his life. Alucard: He’s a child. They both are. Integra: They’re a few years older than I am. Alucard: You’re a child too.
A few rather awkward dances pass, done out of politeness. Both had lessons when they were younger, but, well, it’s been a while. [hasn’t danced in over ten years] [hasn’t danced in over 500 years] Integra (thinking): Why did I agree to this? I haven’t danced in years. I don’t know or care to know… Continue reading Beauty and the Beast 12/34
[has danced as recently and as often as Integra has given orders] [pull] James: You really are more beautiful than popular claim, Sir Integra. Integra: Let go of me, Mr. Huntington.
James: Let go? Are you sure you’d rather not dance some more? Alucard: Excuse me. May I have this dance?
Not that you’ll ever see these two again, but… Brown eyes – a master of the “innocent” look Wide, childish face Wisby blond hair, long at the neck Navy suit, customized pointy collar Lightly built Dark pink hair in a bun Pink eyes Wide mouth, oval glasses Crescent moon cutout in the front of the… Continue reading Raid the Sketchbook: The Huntingtons
Please say you can tell those teeth are pointy, even at reduced size… Outside: *giggle* Inside: Integra (thinking): I can’t shake this feeling of uneasiness…Perhaps I’ll have some champagne after all, just to calm my nerves…
Alucard: I wouldn’t do that if I were you. James: ‘Ere now, who’re you? Integra: I only want one glass, not a whole bottle… Staff: I insist, madam. You may return it later if you still feel the same. Integra: I’ll be taking it out to the terrace. Staff: Not a problem.
I feel sorry for the Random Extra. She’s basically cannon fodder. James: Ah…Integra’s date. The creepy bloke. Sorry, old chap, but I’m afraid you’ve seen a bit too much. Don’t suppose Sir Hellsing expected to have a dead escort at the end of the night, eh? Alucard: Oh, I rather think she did.