ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ (cantbefixed) wrote in risingscenes, @ 2013-01-19 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~elena gilbert |
Who: Tyler Lockwood and [OPEN]
Where: Around the city
What: Exploring; trying to clear his head
When: Saturday, evening
Rating: TBD; will update
Status: Ongoing
It didn’t matter who was responsible; the forced relocation to this place was a blessing and a curse all at once. Like a wish being granted without realizing the far reaching consequences of making it in the first place. To leave Mystic Falls behind; escape from all the pain and grief, that had been Tyler’s most pressing desire. That, somehow, if he were able to get far enough away…it would stop. Constantly replaying the conversation with Sheriff Forbes; being told of his mother’s ‘accident’, the initial confusion…the heart ache that followed. Looping over and over until all he wanted to do was find some way to turn it off.
He couldn’t have predicted it would end up the way it had; in this strange place, where people were they were stuck, people talking about an invisible barrier. None of it mattered to him. Briefly, he had spoken to Elena by way of the tablet that had been provided, but after that, Tyler had shut down completely. He didn’t want to talk; he didn’t want to see anyone. The guilt was still a little too much…and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Or even where to start; just that staying in the apartment that had been provided for him a moment longer was out of the question, for the sake of his sanity.
Slipping on the backpack that had been provided, it didn’t take long to find his way outside. The sun had was already hanging low in the sky; only an hour or two until it set completely. Tyler could feel the weight of the handgun from where it was tucked in the waistband of his pants; he had brought it for one reason alone…if Klaus was out there somewhere. Would it kill the Original or do any lasting damage? No, he knew that, but it didn’t matter…if he could empty the clip into the man who murdered his mother, that would be satisfaction enough. The thoughts alone already had anger threatening to seize his muscles.
The apartment complex now loomed in the background; lost in his own head, Tyler was moving forward, running on instinct more than anything else. Being away from all the people he cared about (the ones he had left), it wasn’t new territory. Whether traveling with Jules or breaking the sire bond in the Appalachians…it was all the same, in the end. A water bottle was held within his left hand; Tyler uncapped it and greedily drank the contents. Maybe he should test out the ‘barrier theory’ on his own; he didn’t want to stay there, but he also didn’t want to be back home. Caught somewhere in the middle…no real sense of direction.
Letting out a slow breath, he turned his head, brown eyes surveying the surrounding landscape. If Tyler was being honest, he felt just on the edge of a break down, teetering back and forth, doing his best to keep it together. “Screw this,” he muttered, picking up the pace in his stride, heading in the opposite direction of the apartments.