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Letale Narrator--The Bellum Letale Mod Journal ([info]letalenarrator) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-08-08 19:21:00

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Who: Everyone
What: The Final, The Last, The End
Where: Outside Bellum Letale
When: The morning after the masquerade.
Warnings: This is a party post.
Notes: I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry.

The limos pull along the quiet avenue leading to Bellum Letale, and the coming dawn is entirely obscured by midnight's black still. The entourage strongly resembles a funeral, but despite how hard they may look, if the hearse is ahead, the twists and turns of the looming buildings obscure death's coach.

Suddenly, light: but it is not the dawn. It's orange and yellow, a flickering, dangerous light, a candle flame with aspirations to the heavens. It's Bellum Letale. The roof is already consumed, licking heat kindling in the windows of the highest floors and spitting hungry tongues of fire out of the lower exits. The vehicles bearing every resident continue without pause, drawing all nearer, an oil slick puddling at the base of the burning building. The area is still vacant, and a harsh reminder of how the building itself drives off those who take no part in life within its walls.

Before the limousines allow their passengers to alight, there is a massive crash, and the balconies crunch inward within the building's skeleton. More collapsing supports throughout, as levels and walls give way to the heat, and the building goes lame a floor at a time. The locks click, and the doors open, allowing all passengers the freedom of the heat-choked air. Minutes pass as the flames grow more wild and the smoke thickens, until the sound of cracking timber is interrupted by a roar that makes the surviving trees sway and jolts the sewer covers from their beds.

Something pushes through the third floor windows, a limb the size of a redwood that glints of skin or scales. It rakes out, reaching beyond the boundaries of the building into the air--and finding nothing, curls back inward, drawing with it red hot steel beams and raining molten glass and burning splinters down among onlookers. Another earth-shattering below as the creature claws at the night air from successive floors, taking the building down chunk by flaming chunk, until the ruin sinks down into the basement in clouds of debris and choking smoke.

As dawn breaks in spectacular pink and orange rays, the fire is subdued by late-arriving servicemen, and the smell of doused charcoal overtakes all. There is no sign of whatever was within the building as it collapsed, and no witnesses except for those men and women so unfortunate as to be able to hear its death throes--these now homeless residents of Bellum Letale.

The new day breaks, and the smoldering ruins are all that remains. Heaps of brick, fluttering shrouds of burnt material, crushed furniture--and the sturdy stone outline of a stone wishing well, still untouched, buried in the crater of the cataclysm.


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[info]sentinelstar
2010-08-09 02:56 am UTC (link)
Waiting around by the limo until they were let in wasn't pleasant - not with the group he was with or everyone milling about. But eventually the doors opened, letting Joanie, Sam, and Luther inside with their bags. The car ride was mostly silent, aside from a few exchanges and awkward glances until they neared Bellum. Luther kept his eyes on the road outside, memorizing their path as they moved on.

When the car finally pulled to a stop, Luther heaved a sigh of relief. He motioned for Joanie and Sam to follow, getting the door for them just before realizing the flames. His jaw dropped as he watched the catastrophe unfold - the doors opening before he could block them. Somehow they managed to be out of the range of the fire and the sweeping limb as the heat built onwards.

"The fuck," he breathed, a hand going out to Joanie's shoulder, just as the building began to fall inwards. No. It couldn't - fuck no. He pushed himself from the car, ignoring the others for now as he watched the insanity before him. It couldn't happen. Not after everything they'd been through - he could understand Bellum being on fire. Collapsing? And having pulled their stuff before hand? A hand went to wipe at his mouth as he stared at the where the building once was.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-08-09 03:06 am UTC (link)
The hour-long car ride felt like it had taken a day. Though Joanie was exhausted enough to fall asleep, she was too nervous to even try. She sat wedged between Luther and Sam, sitting on pins and needles all the while. She tried to look out the windows to see where they were going, but was unable to see more than a few feet outside. The silence was thick and oppressive, and the fact that she couldn't even see their driver made it worse.

When the limo stopped, she was torn between jumping out and refusing to leave. As Luther opened the door, she reluctantly slid out behind him, tugging Sam along by the wrist. Standing up outside the limo, she almost fell over when her eyes landed on the sight of the burning building.

A hand that couldn't have come from this planet plunged out of the third floor, causing her to shriek in both surprise and terror. She gripped Sam's hand tightly, their fingers lacing together as she simultaneously reached up to hold onto Luther's wrist as his hand rested on her shoulder. Her breaths grew fast and shallow, heart racing as the building continued to burn.

"Oh my God," she said, voice choked by ash and emotion. "It's gone." It was almost like watching a relative die. The building she hated and feared had become so much a part of her, such an integral player in her life, that feeling it ripped from her was almost like having her very identity torn in half. This insanity had defined her, made her the Witch capable of such great things.

Now what was she?

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[info]tiger_says_rawr
2010-08-09 03:29 am UTC (link)
Sam was also alert the whole trip, making note of landmarks and the route back - he didn't want to fathom that the storage building wouldn't be there when they made a return excursion. He had his arm around Joanie, occasionally resting his cheek in her hair, and brushing his lips over the crown of her head. He just wanted to fucking sleep, finally - could this night get any worse?

Apparently, it could. Watching the building crumble and fall out of existence was not a sight he welcomed. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes tightening as he took in the scene. His concern wasn't the existential 'who am I now that Bellum is rubble' crisis that Joanie was having but instead a more practical 'I'm fucking homeless.'

But no, he was used to it. Growing up, he had been evicted from countless apartment buildings. It was a way of life. Granted, none of them had crumbled to the earth while he watched but what could he do? The damage had been done. He would just have to find someplace else to live. None of them needed a building to aid them in determining their sense of self-worth.

But he let Joanie have her moment, his arms going around her waist in case she needed to lean against him, needed a pillar of strength. He just let his actions do the talking - what was there to say?

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-08-09 08:13 pm UTC (link)
After leaving Luther and Sam, Joanie began to stalk the small crowd with a specific purpose in mind. She had three people she had to find: Russell, Aiden, and Hannah. They were necessary. She kept her eyes open for Nick and Tegan as well, but she was single-mindedly focused on seeing the first three.

Her dark hair hung haphazardly around her shoulders, emphasizing how pale her face had grown. She was trying not to cry as she searched, twisting and turning to try and find them.

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[info]noglass_slipper
2010-08-13 12:39 am UTC (link)
Hannah didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep until the limo came to a stop, and she jerked awake with a sudden panic. When she saw that she was still inside the car, unharmed, some of her initial wariness melted away - but she still didn't trust the situation. The taser was in her bag but still easily accessible, so she gathered up Gabriel in her arms and pushed open the door to step outside. A sudden wave of heat and smoke hit her, and when that cleared she saw the building in all it's burning glory. There was no tearing her eyes away even if she'd wanted to, even though the smoke stung them and the sight of some kind of thing clawing at the empty air made her want to turn away until it was over.

But all she could do was watch, transfixed as the building was destroyed before her very eyes. Once it was a pile of smoldering rubble she realized she was shaking, and she took a few deep breaths to try to pull herself together before scanning the crowd of people that had gathered to watch their building fall. She didn't quite absorb the fact that she was homeless yet, still too shocked to do much of anything except wander amongst the people and look for any familiar faces.

When she caught sight of Joanie, she hurried forward and nearly gasped her name. "Joanie?" She was a familiar face, at least, and maybe she'd seen Nick and Luther.

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[info]wickedwicker
2010-08-13 12:49 am UTC (link)
Hearing her name was a strange thing. She almost expected the speaker to be something horrible, like a swamp monster or the boogeyman. Turning quickly, Joanie threw a wide-eyed look over her shoulder before registering who it was. "Hannah!" she exclaimed, twisting to face the other woman.

This was one of the few times that holding back wasn't on her To-Do List. Without any warning, she flung herself at the blonde, pulling her into a tight, manic hug. Resting her forehead against her own arm, she squeezed slightly, her breaths shallow and fast. "You're okay," she breathed, finally releasing her and stepping back.

"I-I'm glad I saw you, I wanted..." She paused, suddenly realizing that hugging somebody she was only semi-friends with at best was probably weird. "Well...I guess this is it, and I didn't want to not say goodbye..."

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[info]snow_bees
2010-08-10 12:37 am UTC (link)
Deirdre stepped out of the limo when the locks popped open, enthralled and horrified by the vision in front of her. Milo fussed against her side in the carrying sling, and she stroked over his hair lightly. When the thing reached out from the building, she turned her body to shield him from the heat and noise, covering his ear with her hand and pressing the other to her shoulder. He started crying softly nonetheless, and she shushed him softly, comforting him for the short moment until he stopped.

She couldn't help choking a little on her own emotion though as the building collapsed on itself. Anyone that had ever known her would be shocked at the show of softness. Cradling a child as a few tears rolled down her face. It was an awful place, the building, but it had given her Milo, and was now returning all the warmth it had stolen from her in a brief, fierce blaze. She stood, watching the flames, transfixed by the sight.

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[info]vasilissa
2010-08-10 01:15 am UTC (link)
The limo ride back hadn't been bad, just dead silent between her and Cole. They clung to each other's hands like they were each other's lifelines, while their pets seemed to settle and sleep as if they didn't know what had happened between their owners. Ileana's eyes sought the building from the tinted windows and the air was sucked from her lungs, seeing the orange glow of flames.

She didn't notice if Cole had followed her out when the locks popped open, flinging the door open and climbing out. She stood on the sidewalk, staring up at their building in flames. The building that brought them horror and fear, but also the reason she ever met her sister, had a chance to live again with Stefan, and brought her Cole. It had been her home, her terrible, unrelenting home.

When the thing reached out the window, Ileana made a choked noise thick with tears and hid her face in to the front of Cole's shirt and held on tightly. "It's gone."

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[info]blackcatsrbad
2010-08-10 05:14 am UTC (link)
The urge to sleep was almost overwhelming, but although he felt his head fall back against the seat a few times and his eyelids became heavy, he managed to stay awake and try his best to remember the route. It wasn't easy, though, with the lack of street signs and rather repetitive landscape. Still, he even tried willing himself to remember, as though some part of him might somehow remember the way back. Besides, falling asleep still wasn't a good idea - not with Ileana right there, at least.

Cole hesitated once the limo stopped and the doors opened, almost not wanting to see what was outside. But the moment passed and he slid out after her, dragging his bag and Salacia along with him. At first he was distracted, keeping a grip on the cat and letting his bag drop to the sidewalk before actually looking up. "So, what's--" The words died on his lips as soon as he caught sight of Bellum, unable to tear his gaze away from the scorching flames that consumed his home. When the creature or whatever it was clawed at the empty air like some kind of angry monster, he flinched in shock, backing up and painfully colliding with the limo. "Jesus--" Salacia clawed at him in fear, but he barely felt the pain - he was barely even aware of Ileana burying her face in his shirt. All he could do was watch as some unseen monster tore the building apart.

Yes, he despised Bellum. He'd had nothing but bad luck since moving in, although there had been some positivest - Sam, before things had gone downhill; people like Ella, Micah and Shane; Aaron, before he died; and of course Ileana. But then there were the darker points, things he couldn't forget even if he tried. Jude's death, Aaron's death, being attacked by wolves and Headless Horsemen... and of course Jason, his stalker, and all the madness he caused. Despite his hatred for the damned place, it was still his home, and now it was gone. There was nothing left... what was he supposed to do now? "Yeah," he managed, remembering that Ileana was there and recovering slightly from his shock. "It... Christ. I can't fucking believe this."

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[info]vasilissa
2010-08-10 05:28 am UTC (link)
Ileana pulled back enough to look at the building collapsing in on itself, cringing back a little as debris flew through the air with the rest of the heat and thick dark smoke. Her hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt, "Holy shit." What else was there to say for the moment? She just saw something destroy her home.

"This is...what the fuck," she wasn't even sure what they could do now. "We're all homeless for real. Holy shit."

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[info]i_luv_shoes
2010-08-10 03:05 am UTC (link)
It was a fairly long trip back, and Gabby attempted to get some rest - though she didn't want to pass out and become dead weight leaning against Bran. She was sort of in a hazy state between consciousness and unconsciousness, brought on by lack of sleep.

But when she saw their destination looming in the distance and the fire - the building, her home - on fire, she perked up immediately. When the car came to a stop, the locks clicked open so that must mean they were supposed to get out. A not-so-subtle hint. She thought it was a bit sadistic for mysterious limo drivers to bring them back just in time to see Bellum go up in flames, but then again, not entirely surprising.

She pushed the door open and scrambled outside, hoping the others didn't decide to stay in the car. Some manly support would be appreciated right about now. The whole scene was like something out of Cloverfield. When the alien-like arm reached out to tear the building down, bit by bit, she yelped in surprise, stumbling back. Her hands covered her mouth, and she trembled slightly.

"Oh...my...fuck."

The shock was too great to be able to spout something that made more sense.

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[info]reclamation
2010-08-10 03:18 am UTC (link)
Will tried to keep track of the route, and it wasn't too complicated; he made mental notes of the highway, the interstate, the towns they passed through or by, the exits, the mile markers. He wasn't completely sure he'd be able to find his way back comfortably, but he had a general idea of the route. He didn't pay much attention once they got back into the city, though, since it wouldn't make sense to try and keep track of how to move through there. Find the right way out, that was all.

Of course, this all faded from precedence in his mind as soon as they pulled up outside the building and all he saw was fire and smoke. He got out once the others did, the familiar smell trying to bring him back to other days, but staring at the apartment building that had caused him so much trouble over the last few months go up in flames kept that at bay. he stared, disbelieving, as something inhuman and unreal smashed the third floor windows - then the fourth, then ... when it all collapsed into a flaming mess of ash and debris, he found he couldn't say a single thing.

Something was wrong, but all he could think was holy shit.

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[info]lemortvivant
2010-08-10 05:27 am UTC (link)
Bran thought he had a general idea of how to get back to the warehouse, or at least he hoped he did. He was fairly confident in his sense of direction as well as his memory, and if he could recall the proper markers and towns then he was sure he could find his way back. He was running through the route in his mind to help himself remember it, but once they neared Bellum and he caught sight of the fire, everything else was forgotten. Immediately he tensed, his own experiences with fire not being positive, but he refused to succumb to his childhood fears. Then the doors opened, he got out along with Gabby and Will to get a better look at what was happening.

The building was on fire, all thick smoke and roaring flames that he just couldn't look away from. Then some fucking inhuman arm shot out like it was reaching for something, and then whatever it was took the entire building down with it. Bran didn't believe in the devil, but he wouldn't have been surprised if the creature had been some kind of ancient evil taking out its wrath on what had once been their building.

Then it hit him - Bellum was gone, and that meant Erik was probably gone along with it. He sucked in his breath sharply at the thought, shaking his head numbly as if it would make a difference. "What the fuck," he hissed under his breath, not really expecting a response.

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[info]sentinelstar
2010-08-10 11:55 pm UTC (link)
After giving a brief nod to Sam, Luther began to pick his way along the edges of the rubble. Though the destruction had mostly been contained, the parked limos didn't make for easy navigation - nor the people staring up. He wasn't sure exactly who he was looking for; just that feeling of unfinished business drove him on, searching faces and walking. More than once he wished for his cane, but he shouldered on.

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[info]esseule
2010-08-18 04:20 am UTC (link)
After leaving the sisters, Nina slipped easily through the still-gaping crowd, already planning her next move. It was the middle of the month; a new apartment would be hard to come by. She could leave the city since following the cop to Valjean had lead nowhere, but she didn't particularly want to be part of the gang anymore, however distanced, and she could so easily disappear here.

As she weighed her options, her brain categorized every person she passed, checking primarily for someone who was big or might be carrying a weapon. Some sensed locked in on a figure ahead, but by the time she recognized Luther, she was directly in his line of sight.

This wasn't good at all.

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[info]sentinelstar
2010-08-18 04:41 am UTC (link)
Luther hadn't looked for specific faces, merely combing the crowd for those whom he recognized. He knew more than he realized and it struck him then how much it meant that this was over, they were moving on. He didn't interrupt conversations, weaving around the faces. A familiar glimpse of dark hair caught his eye and he turned, seeing a familiar woman moving towards him.

There was only a brief moment of eye-conctact and he moved forward. His limp was pointed after the night of dancing and stair-climbing, but it didn't change his determination as he moved towards her. "Nina!"

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[info]still_lotte
2010-08-11 06:04 am UTC (link)
Lotte remained quiet throughout the limousine ride. Occasionally, she lifted her head to look out the window, but as the surroundings were unfamiliar it did little good. Hopefully, once she got back to Bellum Letale – and finalized whatever paperwork she had there or whatever crazy was waiting for them – she could get a moving truck to get the rest of her stuff. She didn’t have much; one trip on a U-Haul would do it.

As it slowly pulled up to the building, Lotte was already moving to the door. She missed the fire until the door wouldn’t open – and then she could only stare as the flames licked at the top of the building. Even with her feeling of resolve, she swallowed hard. The door opening beneath her hands was subconsciously followed. She climbed out, clinging to the door as she watched the building get swept inwards on itself. Her breath caught as the ash and debris filled the air, nearly blocking her vision from where she was. Time blurred until the building collapsed and she was left, blinking at the sudden crater where the building had been.

The sirens and murmur of voices around her were tuned out as Lotte moved around the limo’s door. She moved to the edge, back clutched tightly as she looked to the crater made by the collapse. The jumble of feelings – relief, confusion, sorrow, euphoria – didn’t help her and she bit her lip, watching the last flames flicker out. There was the small, definitive worry about the fables – Christine – everything that had made her what she was, but a moment later she pushed it aside.

Her eyes climbed up to where her room had been, up in the empty smokey space above the crater. A sigh and she shook her head, looking around to everyone else staring.

That was it then. The end of the building – end of the crazy. No more transformations or worrying about getting others killed. Perhaps the end of voices too, for good. Her lips pressed together into a firm line before a final glance to the building.

She’d told people time and time again that she couldn’t move. The building now had forced it on her and….she felt alright. Not relieved; not entirely. It had been home, more so than any of the places she’d been in since leaving Valerie. Valerie triggered something and she looked to her bag, before reaching into base to pull out her cell phone. A text message was sent after a minute or so hovering over the keys - got time to talk? She sighed and put it away, looking over everyone and then building again. She’d figure this out. Somehow. Like her father would have wanted her to. Taking a deep breath, she picked her way through the crowd. Finding a taxi – she wasn’t getting back in those limos – was her next goal. Any shouts were ignored as she kept walking, moving from the grouping of the crowd to the main street.

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[info]lemortvivant
2010-08-11 04:53 pm UTC (link)
The fact that Gabby was comfortable enough to give him space only made his respect for her increase, something that rarely happened with him - but then again, living in Bellum had been full of surprises. He almost felt like a different person, certainly not the same man who'd moved in months ago full of bitterness and anger. Maybe that was the key difference between himself and Erik - his fate was already written, whereas Bran still had a choice. He could move on and let go... which was exactly why he wanted to find Lotte.

He scanned the crowd as he moved amongst them, catching sight of some vaguely familiar faces and some that weren't familiar at all, but none was the one he was looking for... not until he caught a flash of blonde hair heading away from the crowd and hurried after it. "Lotte!" Even though she didn't stop, Bran kept weaving through the crowd until he reached her side and slowed. "Lotte... wait a minute." This time he refused to falter, and he took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say goodbye now that... well, now that we'll all be heading off in different directions."

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[info]still_lotte
2010-08-11 05:04 pm UTC (link)
Lotte was nearly to the street when Bran reached her side. She couldn't - and wouldn't - hide her grimace, grip on her bag tightening. Stopping for him was one of the last things she wanted to do now; she needed to get back to the storage unit, get her stuff out and move on. Wake Prince and do a better job of making sure he was alright.

But even with the realization she shouldn't - couldn't - let the guilt take over anymore, his request did make her stop. She looked up and with a tight expression, listened. Goodbyes used to matter. A few hours ago, she would have wanted one, insisted on one. Now, looking up at Bran she could only feel slightly relieved that he was here.

"I guess we will," she said, slowly. Her eyes moved past him for a moment before returning to him. Curiosity prompted the question. "Where will you go?" She wouldn't say where she was going as it wasn't his business and it shouldn't have mattered. Returning to Valerie was predictable enough.

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[info]nobleblood
2010-08-12 07:03 pm UTC (link)
[From here]

Once they met back up with the others and made their way outside, Vlad couldn't say he was particularly surprised to find a row of stationary limos waiting for them. Their very presence was far from welcoming, due to their tinted windows and the fact that no amount of knocking or yelling could get a response from whoever was driving them... if they were being driven by humans, that is. It didn't take long for their doors to open, however, and it became clear that they had no other choice but to get inside.

The ride was fairly quiet, as there wasn't very much to say on any side - all their possessions were still back in that storage unit, save for what they'd brought along, and the list of possible options wasn't very long. He'd brought Cain and Abel along in the limo, which he knew probably didn't please everyone, but he wasn't leaving them back there with no food or water. Eventually the car began to slow, and when he caught sight of monstrous flames through the window he immediately knew something wasn't right. As soon as the car stopped he got out, the dogs staying close and growling at the building from behind his legs. All Vlad could do was stare at the scene before him - Bellum was an inferno of growing flames, practically falling apart before his eyes. Then he watched as the inhuman arm swung out, instinctively finding Helena's hand with his own and giving it a squeeze.

It didn't surprise him as much as it should have, that some creature would have been the one to destroy the building once and for all, but once it was over and his home was nothing more than a pile of smoking rubble, he was surprised that it was actually gone. He'd never know why, but all he knew now was that Bellum was gone... and they were free. Dracula had to be gone now, but a small part of him did hope that the vampire had finally returned to his rightful home. Wrenching himself from his thoughts, Vlad turned to regard the others. "Well," he said finally. "I suppose... it's over."

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[info]vespertine
2010-08-12 08:15 pm UTC (link)
"I have to go." The wistful girl announced; paled. The phrase aimed to no ear in particular died out much like the peppery ashes dirtily coating the ground. Dust settled, abandoned whimpers melodically weaved and bounced, people clung desperately to one another with their eyes brimming in watery questions in search of solid answers; through the now homeless sea of her former neighbors she felt a heavy sympathy, and she couldn't watch it anymore. She grabbed nobody's eyes with her own to punctuate her leave, as this sort of sentiment could break her resolve to flee before dealing with the situation. However, anyone who knew her would catch the sugary-escapism cradled safely within the words like a Botticelli cherub staring up adoringly to its surrogate.

The tone was hurried; she was disoriented, confused. Nothing of the brand shone through on her features as she strolled stiffly away a few paces and paused to her group, save for the dominion of scattered thoughts that had hiked up a wide, clouded glisten in her eyes. She wasn't too sure she was free of Lucy. She felt as if she could still feel, hear, sense her memories, the quiet emphasis of her thoughts, but, that could be due to her imagination, she'd countered, her imagination which was quite vivid, ample, and fragrant.

As she continued to back away, tightening the belt on her jacket, she told them softly. "I'm taking the subway to Manhattan. I'll be at the Imperial Court hotel, upper west side... I know the owners. Anyone wants to share with me just call in a few hours and ask for my room."

The chilling thought of the full moon occurring in less than two weeks startled what seemed a sound plan, but what if they were free? What if she was normal now? She could walk away unworried.

And if she wasn't, well... Manhattan was probably going to have a massacre.

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[info]nobleblood
2010-08-13 04:38 am UTC (link)
While he waited for Helena, Vlad made his way among the crowd with Cain and Abel at his heels. Some faces were vaguely familiar, and others he didn't recognize at all; but he couldn't seem to find the people he was actually looking for. He wasn't particularly desperate, since he knew there were still ways to contact people even after he'd left, but even though he'd never been the sentimental type a goodbye in-person was something he wouldn't have minded.

Eventually he stopped near the edge of the sidewalk, deciding that if he couldn't find anyone he recognized before Helena returned, he'd simply leave with her and try to contact Daniel later.

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[info]old_fashioned
2010-08-13 11:30 pm UTC (link)
After she left Samuel, Helena kept her eyes peeled for one last man in the crowd. She had wondered where Edward was, although she was a bit shaky on what he actually looked like. She remembered him from her dream but even there he kept shifting faces. She looked around for some sign of him but still she came up with nothing. She hoped he was okay, safe and sound, and she had nothing but worry on her mind as moved through the crowd of people. When she finally found Vlad again, her make up was a tad more smudged at the corners of her eyes. It seemed the gravity of the situation, of the end of it all, finally had settled upon her and she was in much sadder spirits than when she left him.

The dogs heard her approach and trotted up to her, following until she finally stood beside Vlad. Even though they were outside, they were alone now, and she slipped her arms around him without hesitation. After all these farewells, she wanted to hold the one person who wasn’t going away. Her head came to rest on his shoulder but her eyes still took in the wreckage that was once their home. She was silent, simply taking comfort in his presence and it was several long minutes before she finally spoke. “What shall we do now?”

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[info]esseule
2010-08-14 02:52 am UTC (link)
The ride back was long and silent. Nina noted the highway markers and street signs to help her return for her things, but otherwise, she didn't do much besides watch the driver's shadowy figure suspiciously. Nina smelled the smoke before she saw the building. Nothing burned like that in a city where land was gold and buildings were towers without huge problems and she was glad that for once, the problem wasn't hers.

Then a crash. The limos had stopped. Nina's head snapped around to look past Joss's head and saw first what looked like a burnt glow around her head as the light from the blaze gleamed off her dark hair. The building that was building was theirs. A flicker of shock flashed across her face before it went impassive again. It was just a building. And it had been considerate enough to remove her possessions before they burned. Why should she care what happened to it?

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[info]withinastory
2010-08-14 03:27 am UTC (link)
Sherri stared, much more horrified than Nina. The first place she'd started considering home since her father had told her she was getting married was collapsing, and she could do nothing more than watch from a distance. She reached for Joss's hand without looking, and then after a moment of hesitation, for Nina's as well. It was more for her own comfort than theirs, but she could pretend.

Somehow, the fact that her belongings were at least safe didn't make her feel much better at all. "What..."

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