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MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-05-27 15:11:00

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Day 221 — Morning mingle : Main shelter
[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

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	reaction 2013-06-07 01:31 pm UTC (link)
	This is officially the worst soup I've ever made. Remind me to attempt to wipe this out of your memory when we get back. [ Ha ha. It's a joke. He's funny. He's drinking it anyways. It actually tastes okay considering... Damon here's just fussy about what he puts in his mouth. Yummy blood, ridiculously expensive bourbon, french fries, pickles... ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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2013-06-07 02:11 pm UTC (link)

[ under different circumstances, the smile and amused sigh would be less weighed - but it's not. she looks down at the soup, thinks about eating it - but instead places her spoon down. ] Damon, we need to talk. About Caroline, about everything. [ she turns towards him, her hands bracing against the bench between them. ] Or maybe I need to talk, and I need you to listen. [ it's only then she raises her eyes. maybe it's the quiet between them, that enough time has passed for her to come to this place. maybe she just knows she should have before. ] You hurt me, and you hurt Caroline. And I know that you know that, and you can't take it back.

I thought I could trust you. I thought I could trust you not to do something like that. Not anymore, not if - [ she swallows thickly. she thinks of jeremy; she thinks of bonnie - of all the awful things he's done. she thinks about how it changed, how those awful things suddenly became about keeping her safe. it doesn't make it better, but it was something she knew - damon wouldn't do anything awful just to hurt her. ] Not if you didn't have a reason.

[ she pauses, lets that settle between them. ] Maybe it makes me... [ she shakes her head, trails off. she's not sure what it makes her. ] I still trust you. And I'm not sorry that I do; I'm not sorry that I'm in love with you.

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2013-06-08 11:42 am UTC (link)

[ Damon had been about to playfully chastise her the moment she put her spoon down, but then Elena starts to mention Caroline again, and as he's considering forcefully rolling his eyes and coming up with something typically blasé to say, he hears her mention trust, and then love.

It's the bit about love that stops his train of thought, completely derailing his attempt to -- well -- derail the conversation.

Elena's in love with him. Despite everything. Despite all the dick moves he's pulled in the past month alone. How is that possible? For her to want him? For her to just accept him when he's sure that no one in his life ever has?

Any minute now, he thinks he'll come up with some kind of a protest or an argument; maybe a silly remark about there being something in the water (she's not in her right mind -- there's too much else going on).

She's in love with him and he wants to believe her. He wants to be selfish with her.

He realizes that there's a whole list of things he can't do for her. He can't keep her completely safe in this place; they're not in control here. He can't protect her from losing the people she cares about; the dimensional stabilizer's a tricky thing. He can't get her home; there seems to be no way of escape.

And he can't undo what he's done to hurt her.

Still -- it's not at all surprising how it takes every bit of his control not to give in to what he wants; to just accept and not have to question every damn thing because it's what he does. But opening his big fat mouth and saying something incredibly ridiculous at serious moments like this is what he does too so...

Guess which option he's going to go for? ]

Mm. Pretty sure I didn't spike the soup. [ He glances down at her bowl. ] You barely had a taste. [ He fakes a pout at that. ]

Come on, Elena. Let's... not. You're making me blush. It's not attractive for a man my age.

[ Yack yack yack. All singsongy and with purpose even. He can keep talking all night. Just watch him. ]

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matter
2013-06-08 07:02 pm UTC (link)

[ she's not sure what she's expecting - not anything. maybe it's not important how he reacts as long as she's said it. (she knows what she wants, what's important to her. she knows the first person she thought about was him when zatanna said robin was gone, and she knows that matters.

so does caroline, and so does sam...

she went looking for him after the luau because she was afraid to lose him, because no matter the consequences or anyone else's feelings, she wanted to keep him with her. knew he would never leave if he knew, if she made it clear she wouldn't settle for him disappearing.

he loves her, and it's a tool to use, a way to survive, something she's felt loathed to want or accept and has wanted and accepted all the same in equal measure.

this time she needs him to know, wants him to hear it. at the root of her pain over all this, the hardest part has been not saying it, believing for his own reasons he wouldn't want to hear it. knowing he believes in those reasons.

she loves him.) she pulls in a breath she holds at his response. it's flippant and evasive to anyone else, probably. but it softens and chides her, just a little. the trouble she feels is still there. knowing he's done awful things has never truly has slipped her mind; how she feels about him hasn't either.

she exhales. ] I want you to know that, Damon. I want you to know because [ she pauses - ] I want you and I know you want me too. This is what you do; you look at something good and decide to ruin it because you don't think you deserve it. And I'm telling you now: I'm not going to let you pull that with us. I love you, Damon; you mean too much to me.

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2013-06-09 05:04 pm UTC (link)

[ All he has to do is let himself believe that something good could come out of this. That she's not going to change her mind anytime within the next...oh -- week or so when she realizes she's picked the wrong brother. It's easy. (Except for where it's not.)

Ugh. It's all Katherine's fault, really. She's messed him up to the point where he can't just accept the possibility that Elena could be really -- for realsies -- in love with him.

So now the big question is: will he just take what he can get and screw the later of it all?

Tick tock, tick tock.

Looks like he's going to hate himself for what he's about to do. ]

We both know I'm good enough for you, Elena. [ Here we go. ] I do horrible things. I'm a dick.

You know the rest. [ He gets up and moves to the sink for clean up duty. He knows she's getting pretty close with that lamp post, Sam Winchester, and it seems like she's made a choice not to be with Stefan (he's assuming -- since his brother's moved on to date Caroline), it's really best for Elena to be with someone who's not a whole century and a half older than her. Someone living. Someone who's not -- him.

And with Klaus gone and Rebekah seeming to be interested in playing nice and doing her own thing, Elena might have a chance at living a better life here without the Salvatore brothers' constant involvement. ]

If you're not going to eat -- you should get some sleep.

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2013-06-09 06:09 pm UTC (link)

[ weeks ago this hurt her - and it still hurts. it's not a rejection so much as it's a rejection of himself (but it still leaves her sleepless through the nights) and she can't help it; she can't. but she's tired of it. his response fortifies and weakens her, brings angry tears to her eyes. there's a fierceness about her, filling her to a brim. she's standing with him, her hand grabbing at his wrist, pulling his palm over her heart, her fingers pressing him into her skin.

(the horrible things he's done matter. but there is no 'good enough' - there can't be because every horrible thing she's done matters too. because she loves him just the way he is, through it all.) ] Look me in the eyes and tell me this feels wrong.

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2013-06-09 08:42 pm UTC (link)

[ Did he actually expect her to walk away? Not really. Gilberts are known for their stubborn and unyielding nature.

When she grabs at his wrist, he's thinking: oh, goody, he's about to get slapped in the face -- (assume much?). It obviously takes him by surprise when she guides his hand to her chest.

Damon blinks, feeling the warmth of her skin through the palm of his hand, and the strong, steady beat of her heart. He draws in a breath and swallows; knows he's lost every bit of fight he had before he even looks her in the eyes. (She doesn't play fair.)

He moves his hand upwards, brushes his thumb over the curve of her jaw. ]

I'm a terrible liar.

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2013-06-09 11:16 pm UTC (link)

[ she's learned not to play fair, that not everyone will, or maybe she never has in the first place. she sees the honesty in his expression, feels it in his touch. her expression softens only just so - knowing if anything, she's gotten this far to him. (she tilts her chin up, feels a rush of relief and longing and determination, and with it, fear.) her hands cradle his face; her thumbs caress the skin beneath them.

they've been through so much getting here. ] Then don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself. [ the words are decisive, hopeful, because she needs to take this chance. she's running high on faith and she's afraid - afraid he could just walk away. afraid what the truth is to him, even as she wants him, asks him, to feel how right this is. ]

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2013-06-10 04:46 am UTC (link)

[ There's him listening to her every word, wanting to believe that it would be okay for him to admit that he wants this, wondering if they could get back what they almost had before. There's all the frown lines ever on his forehead as he reaches for her hand; having every intention of pulling it away (it's hard to think with her so close). He finds himself holding on instead, pressing his fingers into her wrist. ]

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2013-06-10 05:23 am UTC (link)

[ she doesn't need more than that, more than this. not now. she doesn't need a response or an answer; all she wants and needs is for him to stay. it's everything; it's enough. her eyes are full. the pressure of his fingers on her wrist uncoil something inside her. (she knows he would have pulled her hand away. she knows he won't, that he's not going to. it settles her, reassures her.) she moves forward, so close she remembers what it felt like to be against him. (not yet.) she pushes her fingertips into his hair and runs them down his neck, presses her palm to his chest.

her eyes have dropped, but now they lift to find his. it all seems so useless: thinking about what she should: about caroline, about sam (she can't, doesn't), about anything else, when all she wants, has been needing, is this moment. ]

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