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Trish Wellington (not_to_be) wrote in parabolical,
@ 2009-08-22 13:02:00

Entry tags:

john mitchell, trish wellington

WHO: Trish Wellington and Mitchell
WHERE: MacArthur Park
WHEN: Around three in the afternoon
WHAT: Trish arrives in LA
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: TBA

All Trish Wellington had ever wanted was a fairy tale wedding, with the perfect man, whom she would spend the rest of her life with. Instead she got a horror story, hell on earth. And now she was dead - at least dead in her world, because right now she was very alive. Alive and lying on the ground in MacArthur Park, still dressed in her wedding dress, and still covered in dirt and blood (despite the fact her wound was fully healed).

Trish's eyes fluttered open, but they instantly shut again due to the bright sunlight. She hadn't been expecting that, then again she hadn't really been expecting anything. Slowly she opened them again, squinting around - she could make out the fact that there were trees above her, and these trees weren't the same ones as...

...it came back to her then. The very last thing she remembered was...Henry.
Then she was dead wasn't she? And Henry - Henry had...oh, God.

Trish sat up suddenly, gasping for breath. She wanted to cry all of a sudden, or scream, or yell - something - anything that would get the lump that was forming in her chest out. Her mouth was to dry to form words, she could hardly even swallow. Just as suddenly as she sat up she was leaning foreword and vomiting onto the grass what made it worse was that she began to cry (without realizing she was crying) at the exact same time, which made breathing even harder - she was practically choking.

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onthefringes
2009-08-23 12:57 am UTC (link)

The sunglasses Mitchell wore only kept a fraction of the harsh sunlight out of the vampire's sensitive eyes. Most of his kind preferred to stay in during the day, even if the suns rays didn't kill them the way it seemed to affect other types of vampires. But Mitchell needed some damn space. The Hyperion was tense and he just wanted out for a while and a walk, even a walk in the bright sunshine of August LA, was the answer.

He wandered around MacArthur Park, wearing a jacket and his usual fingerless gloves despite the heat. Vampires, always cold. Or maybe it was just him.

He wasn't sure what first attracted his attention, if it was the sound of crying or the tempting, taunting scent of the blood, but one of them, maybe both, made him turn and spot the girl, throwing up and sobbing. And barely breathing. Well that wasn't good.

Ignoring the cravings the smell of blood induced in him, Mitchell headed over to the girl at a run, crouching down next to her.

"Hey, hey, hey," he called out, in a soft tone, the Irish accent coming through clearly. "Calm down alright? Just breathe, you need to just stop and breathe." He tried to keep his voice as soothing as possible, hoping he was heard through her panic attack.

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not_to_be
2009-08-23 04:57 am UTC (link)

Trish was somewhat aware someone else was there, but she couldn’t seem to direct any attention to whoever it was. It was like her body and mind weren’t attached, her mind was telling her to stop, to listen to whoever was talking to her but her body wasn’t having any part of it and Trish wasn’t sure which one she sided with.

It took several minutes but she finally managed to calm down enough to look up at who was talking to her, her breathing was still ragged, and if it wasn’t for the fact her stomach was empty she probably would have started to throw up again.

Her vision was a bit fuzzy at first, since she was so dizzy from the panic attack but when she could focus, her very first thought was that if Chloe saw the guy in front of her, she’d be hitting on him. That thought brought on a whole new wave of panic, Chloe was dead. Just like Cal, and her father, and Richard, and Katherine, and Maggie, and Nikki and oh God – who knows who else. Shea! What about Shea? Trish hadn’t seen her sister, or her niece Madison. What if they were dead too?

Trish’s breathing got worse again for a few moments, but this time she managed to speak.

“Wh….where,” she fought off the urge to throw up again, and tried to focus all her efforts on talking. “Where am I?”

She was dead, so that meant this had to be either heaven or hell, right? Or limbo? Or…something.

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onthefringes
2009-08-24 04:40 pm UTC (link)

Most vampires would probably have felt some nausea at the smell of the vomit, too harsh on his more acute senses. But there were some advantages of working in a hospital for the last while, especially as a cleaner. Mitchell had learned to ignore the various scents around him. Except blood. Blood always taunted him.

And this was a really bad time to be thinking that. So he blinked, forcing back the hunger as he always did and focused on the girl in front of him who needed his help.

Who was asking him where she was. Right, a newbie to this whole dimension thing. Or a crazy person, that was always a possibility too.

"Right," he started. He hadn't done this before, so he just hoped he didn't screw it up too much.

"You're in Los Angeles. MacArthur Park actually. And it's 2006."

How she would react to this would pretty much define if she was crazy or not.

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not_to_be
2009-08-25 04:25 am UTC (link)

Trish stared at him for a few moments, letting the words sink in. Her breathing had gone back to normal, or as normal as it could be for anyone who had died, ended up in Los Angeles...MacArthur Park?

"2006?" Trish's brow furrowed slightly. "Is this like some test or something? To see if I'm going to go to heaven or hell?"

She managed to sit up a bit straighter, even if it did make her feel dizzy.

"I know I'm dead," her hand went to the bloody side of her dress, and ran over the slash in the fabric. As she did so her eyes clouded over slightly, and it looked like she might start crying again or even start screaming. "He...he," she paused. She didn't feel a wound, there was nothing. Why was there nothing?! "...he killed me."

She looked down where the wound should have been, but instead her attention went to her hand...to the diamond ring on her finger.

"Ohmigod!" she gasped, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of it. "Get off, get off!"

She began to freak out again, which caused taking the ring off near impossible. As soon as she realized this, she buried her face in hands, trying desperately to compose herself and failing miserably at it.

[ooc: I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY TO MITCHELL ON TRISH'S BEHALF! D8]

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onthefringes
2009-08-27 08:45 am UTC (link)

Mitchell blinked slightly. He was expecting shock at the possible time travel, maybe denial at the transportation, but the idea of heaven or hell or tests, that was new to him.

"Okay, breathe alright? Please?" He was just one of the workers at the hospital, he didn't even know how to handle someone in the middle of a full blown panic attack.

"This isn't a test, and it's not heaven or hell or anything like that, it's just Los Angeles." Which may have been hell, the jury was still out on that.

"And you're not dead." That he could say for certain. He could hear her heart thumping in her chest. Carefully, he took her hand and eased the ring off her finger, hoping it would help since it seemed the sight of it was what freaked her out. He held it out though, hoping she wouldn't then slap him for trying to steal it.

"So, please, with the breathing and everything?" He smiled slightly, trying for good, old fashioned, Irish charm.

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not_to_be
2009-08-27 08:17 pm UTC (link)

The ring being taken off her finger, seemed to calm her down significantly. It symbolized everything that had happened on Harper's Island, more than that it symbolized pure evil. That's what ti was right? Pure evil is what happened on the island. For a brief moment she wished she had a hammer so she could smash it into a million tiny pieces.

"Thank you," she managed, taking a few deep breaths and glancing around the park.

But how could she not be dead? This made no sense, she remembered being stabbed, she remembered everything going dark and cold.

Maybe this was a new life or something? Didn't some people believe in that? That once you died you went on as someone else? But she remembered everything? What was going on?

"If...if I'm not dead? How," she paused for a moment. "How am I here? Why am I here?"

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onthefringes
2009-09-03 12:28 am UTC (link)

Oh boy. This was really not the part Mitchell was good at, not entirely understanding it himself really.

"It's sort of hard to explain," he started, with no small amount of awkwardness as he rubbed at the back of his head. "See, you're in LA, and it really is 2006 but it's probably not the LA you're used to."

Yeah, real smooth. Not in the slightest bit helpful. He inwardly kicked himself.

"See, there are these higher powers and they bring people here and no one really knows why or how but they sort of just do and..." Again, he was getting no where, so Mitchell just decided to go with it.

"A couple of months ago I was in Bristol, in the UK, in 2009. Then I found myself here, literally in an instant. So you're far from the only one okay?"

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not_to_be
2009-09-03 05:36 am UTC (link)

Trish stared at him for a second, not sure what to say, or what to even think. Higher powers? Trish had done the whole Sunday school thing as a child (and really wasn't sure what she thought of God at the moment after everything that had happened), but higher powers?

"Oh," she nodded slowly. "Okay."

She wondered if she should be feeling something right now; anger, fear, sadness? Maybe when Henry killed her he killed more than her physically (there at least...right?), he killed her emotionally too.

"Bristol, that's far away," she said softly. "I was there once, for an art exhibit..." her voice trailed off slightly.

She should have stuck with that job, then none of what had happened would have happened. It was all her fault if she wasn't so goddamn stupid, maybe everyone would still be alive, and she wouldn't be here...

"Um, I'm Trish."

...then again, here was better than being alive there at least.

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onthefringes
2009-09-03 01:02 pm UTC (link)

Mitchell eyed her closely, wondering if she was about to go into some sort of shock. He may have only been the hospital cleaner, but no one could spend that much time around medical types and not pick up a trick or two here and there.

"Mitchell," he introduced himself with a half smile, using his surname as he always did. No one ever called him John, and he wasn't sure he'd even remember to answer if they did.

He glanced down at the state of the grass, and her bloody dress, the smell still getting to him.

"Look, why don't you come with me for a bit?" He offered her his hand and what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "We can get you cleaned up and something to eat? Then talk some if you want."

Talk about things like why she was so freaked out over the ring and also let her know the small details of LA like, say for example, all the vampires. Like himself.

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not_to_be
2009-09-05 01:31 am UTC (link)

Trish chewed on her lip for a moment, unsure whether or not she should go with him...Mitchell. Then again, what was the worst that could happen? She had already been used, and murdered, for all she knew all her friends and family had been as well.

For a brief moment the vision of her father's death flashed before her eyes and her stomach heaved. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress it, but she didn't think it would ever go away. Things like that you didn't forget.

"Okay," Trish nodded and tried to smile back, as she accepted Mitchell's hand. "Thank you."

Her legs felt wobbly as she stood up, but the thought of getting out of her wedding dress made her steady faster than she would have otherwise.

Anything to get his smell off of her.

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onthefringes
2009-09-05 02:58 pm UTC (link)

The poor girl looked wobbly and Mitchell tightened his grip on her just a little bit, bearing in mind his vampire strength and being careful not to cross the line into hurting her.

"Okay," he kept the smile on his face. "I know this place in the city, it's called the LA Welcome Center. It was set up to help the people who just arrived here by a woman called Cathy. She's really nice. There's food there and hot showers and I'm sure we can get you some clean clothes."

He offered her his arm, more comfortable for walking than holding her hand so much, plus would hopefully allow her to stay steady.

"That sound good to you?"

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not_to_be
2009-09-06 09:51 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah," Trish nodded, taking Mitchell's arm. "That would be great, thank you."

The idea of a hot shower had never been more appealing to Trish. Maybe she'd get lucky and she'd drown in it, or she'd wake up and find out that everything - this, Henry, the island, the past few years was all a bad dream. She'd wake up in Seattle and then head off to work in the museum, and be surrounded by art. Art, art didn't betray you...with art you were safe.

"Why are we here? Is it punishment for something?"

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	onthefringes 2009-09-08 01:15 am UTC (link)
	Punishment? That was an odd way of putting it and Mitchell was sure the confusion showed on his face as he glanced sideways at her as they walked. "As far as I know it's not some sort of punishment," he answered carefully. "I mean there are families here. And kids even. Not sure what they'd being punished over." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

not_to_be
2009-09-08 03:35 am UTC (link)

"Kids?" Trish repeated, and felt a pang in her stomach as she thought of her niece - Madison. What had happened to her? Was she even alive? Henry and his sick and twisted father had taken her before, they could do it again couldn't they?

"Are we..." her voice trailed off for a second as she tried to think of a way to word her question. "Are we safe here?"

To her safe meant away from Henry, even though it killed her to think all her friends and family might not be. For all she knew they could all be dead, they all could have been killed in gruesome ways like her father...

"Sorry, that's a stupid question, isn't it? There is no such thing as safe, is there?"

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