4bidden Social

{Type} Instagram post.
{Who} Public.
{When} Wednesday morning, Week #17

( Mikaelson Selfie )

[Week 10; Sunday afternoon]
Type: Blog - OPEN but closed to Michael Meru and Ripper Giles


Okay, the holidays are fast approaching and I find myself in new territory. I am able to choose what to wear on Christmas and New Year's. Instead of having my outfits picked out for me, or being physically unable to go anywhere during the holidays, I am free of my past and now allowed my own will back. But I have a problem: I don't know what to wear.

I wouldn't normally be asking for assistance on a forum such as this, but I have two very important people in my life that I want to impress and make proud. I want to be beautiful for them. So I am asking for some help and advice.

Should I wear something to the knee, or full length? Red? Black? Other? Hair up or down? And to be honest, I don't really know much about make-up either.

When: Sunday week 6; evening
Type: blog

So today is my birthday. A whole year gone by once again. Honestly I had forgotten about it until tonight when I logged into this account and it told me. I haven't actually celebrated it in a few years so it's not terribly surprising. I'd been too busy with medical school and my internship.

River, I know I haven't been able to see you and I'm sorry. I really don't have an excuse or reason. Maybe this Giles will allow us to meet?

Week 5, Monday
Type: Blog - Open

So, I never really had a chance to thank the man who helped save me a bit over a week ago. I don't even know his name, I'm sorry. A lot was happening that night, and I spent about two days in a mini coma afterwards. But I do remember what he looks like, and I figured maybe someone knows him? Or of him?

He has blonde hair that is a bit long, but only to his shoulders from what I saw, I don't remember his eye color, but he's about 5' 11" in height, slim build but agile and strong, and from what I witnessed, I believe he's a hunter of some kind. He handled himself pretty well with a vampire. He's either in his late, late teens, such at 19, or early twenties, like 21 or 20. Possibly 22.

I really wish I had caught his name, but if you know him, would you please let me know who he is, and how I can get a hold of him? I owe him a good meal, at least, after he helped save my life.

DATE: Week 4. Wedneysday. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Anyone seen or heard anything about Willow? Short spunky redhead? Scary smart?

I know she's a slave and all, but I just want to know if she's fine, you know? Worried friend over here.

And here I was going to use this for business only... That didn't last long.

Blog, open, Wed, week three, afternoon.



Hello everyone! My name is Eliza and I am currently the head of our community Theater here in Jannati. This year we're hoping to bring one of my favorite plays to life, My Fair Lady. Open auditions will be held next week and I hope to see everyone there!

[[Blog: Open]]
[[Week 3, Monday Evening]]


I've had this tablet for a few weeks but haven't really bothered to use it. I haven't had much to do lately so I figured I'd give it a try.

My name is Simon Tam and I was recently purchased by a man named Morgan. He runs the club Avalon and seems nice enough Though part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I find it hard, figuring out what to do with myself. I think that it's something only those who become slaves may understand. I spent my whole life training to become a doctor, to follow in my fathers footsteps. Then my sister needed my help and I did all I could to keep her safe and protected. Now she's gone and I can no longer practice medicine. I feel like so much of who I am has been taken away. It feels like all that's left is a hollow shell, going through the motions of day to day work. I wonder if I'll start to feel more like myself again.

[Week 2; Saturday afternoon]
Type: Blog - Open

I received some mail today. A college friend of mine knows where I am, so she sent me something. Apparently, my ex is free. Not out on bail kind of free, but as in free-free. The cops who came to get me couldn't make it to a court date, or some court dates. I'm a slave and therefore have no rights, so I was never told of the court dates, and without "evidence" they can't prosecute and he's free. Though I know there's a bit more to it than that. He's a smooth talker, very convincing of things, extremely manipulative. Let's not leave out the fact that he has a few supers on payroll, as well at least two cops, so he distorts the system to his will.

Oh my god... it's only a matter of time before he finds where I am...

What am I going to do... This is seriously fucked up.

[week 1; Thursday, morning. italics in French.]

I don't think I'll ever stop missing Paris. I am an outcast here and it makes me feel helpless to be so far from home. Still, I'll try to make the best of it and learn.

edit: And remember I have to use English.

[Week 1; Saturday evening]

Tomorrow will be one week. One whole week of this new life. One whole week without him, without any real worry for my safety or my life, without being made to feel as if I am worthless. I survived this week. I can't help but think of this song. These lyrics speak to me, as if they're about me:

( How much can one bruised body take? )

[Week 1: Monday Morning]

"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane."