4bidden Social

Type: Text Messages
To: Jack, Katherine, Elijah and Klaus
When: Week 7; Sunday

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When: Week 7, Sunday evening after sunset
Type: Invite hand delivered by a hired courier
Sent to: All Vampires (including slaves) residing on Hiddekel Island

( Wrapped in an ivory envelope, sealed with crimson wax seal )

Week 6: Thursday around lunch time
Type: Text to Jack

- I hope this is your lunch break. I apologize if it isn't.

Week 6: Saturday evening
Type: Text to Jack Sweeney

> Sun's down, and we've been meaning to catch up.
> Care to paint the town red? xoxo

Week 6: Saturday Early Morning.
Type: Text to Rebekah

- I can't run from it. You would think after two millenia and thousands of deaths, they wouldn't find me.
- And yet.

- He said I was his and his blood... I remember that taste now.

Week 6: Monday evening
Type: Text to Jack

- *poke*
- I'm bored.
- When do you get off work?

DATE: Week 6. Monday. Morning.
TYPE: Open Blog

I'm bored. Does anyone want to do anything? Damon? Nik? Elijah? Klaus? Jack? Steffy? Or hell, even Katherine.

Week 5; Wednesday afternoon
Type: Blog - Open

I could use a day off from work. Would anyone like to do anything?

[Colette]

I picked up a present for you and Cat today, love.

Week 5: Sunday afternoon
Type: Blog - Open

So.... I was given this phone earlier, but didn't really care to post anything or say anything about me but now I'm fucking bored in this small ass-island, and the moon is coming up, so fuck it!

Hi, I'm Mac Chavez, as in THE Mac Chavez, the alpha of the Tres 60. Should ring a nice bell with you all. Then again, we're so far out in the middle of fucking no where, that you hicks probably haven't heard of one of the most powerful gangs in the nation. Whatever. A fucking omega bastard sold me out, and too scared to put me in prison where I'd run the joint, they shipped me to this fucking place. Where I've been bought by such a lovely man by the name of Jack Sweeney. Yay me... I've been bought by a fucking old ass vampire. *rolls eyes*

Anywho, so there's a bit about me. Hi.

DATE: Week 3. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Alright, alright. My brother Nik has been nagging me to get on this blog and introduce myself and try to make friends. So, hello, my name is Rebekah Mikaelson.

There Nik, see? I posted. I'm not an anti-social little brat, so you can stop calling me one.

DATE: Week 3. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day seventeen of Hell. ...things are becoming confusing. He Who Must Not Be Named In Public hasn't found a reason to torment punish discipline me for my 'bad' behavior. I don't know if he is going so on me or has just become use to my mouth. Oh god. Now I'm remembering him using my mouth. Damn it.

ANYWAYS I still haven't been able to leave the room. I want to leave the room. Someone tell He Who Must Not Be Named In Public that I should be allowed to leave my room.

Here is a Gif from the same session as before for encouragement since a lot of people seemed to like the last one. Dirty minds.



I honestly don't know what I was doing. Moving around?

[Private to Scott]
... hey buddy? Are you still around? You said you knew Derek Hale right? Do you think you could talk to him about coming to see me? I really want to see you and I need to talk to someone other then the asshole.