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[10 Aug 2015|12:11am] |
[One minute she is stepping out of the shower wrapped only in a towel, the next she is in the middle of Wendy's.....wrapped only in a towel.
She doesn't even bother trying to keep her reaction quiet or to go unnoticed--people.were already staring anyway. One hand flies up in exasperation.]
Aw, what the fuck?!
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[10 Aug 2015|12:37am] |
[Mom]
[Accidental not deleted post is not deleted.]
[Dad]
[~naturalemissary]
Don't be mad... I have an idea.
[ETA; Edwin]
Hi.
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| Allie |
[10 Aug 2015|12:53am] |
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Kol said you were sick.
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[10 Aug 2015|12:03pm] |
Looking for volunteers to help out in quarantined areas. Anyone interested?
[Anyone trained to use firearms (no family)]
Hey, I'm looking for a non-lethal firearm to use as protection while I'm over in the quarantine zones. Can anyone help me out?
[Experts on vampires (no Mikaelsons or evil vampires)]
So does vervain work against hybrid ghost vampires?
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| Forward Dated to Evening (Dedwin Spam) |
[10 Aug 2015|12:45pm] |
[Dahlia isn't afraid when she reaches the docks with the white oak stake tucked safely in her purse. Edwin may have a screw loose but she knows he won't hurt her. He's not like Todd. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't secretly like having someone around who'll do whatever she wants whenever she wants it done. It makes her feel powerful and in control, a rare feeling these days, even if she's too ashamed to admit that right now.
The GPS in her phone is on so she knows she's not really alone with the weird vampire anyway. She knows she should feel bad, throwing this guy and Kol in a death match the way she is, but she doesn't. She supposes that makes her as bad as they are in a way but all she can think of is how her mom will feel about it if she finds out what she's done.]
Edwin?
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| Subpack Stiles and Lydia |
[10 Aug 2015|06:34pm] |
[Dry and to the point, she tells herself. She's pretty sure the answer would be no, but they're a lot different from the pack from home. They care more.]
Hey, sorry to bother you guys, I was just wondering if it was okay to hold a service for Russo. I know she was evil and an enemy to the pack, but she's been an important part of Ben's and my life. She was a member of my church here and at home.
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| Mikaelson Manor |
[10 Aug 2015|06:54pm] |
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I've made a paste that Allison can eat to help curb nausea. It's a little disgusting, but should be effective for a time. It's only a bandaid, but I'm confident it will help.
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| (Vampire) Allison 1.0 |
[10 Aug 2015|09:25pm] |
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I heard you're having some medical issues.
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[10 Aug 2015|10:39pm] |
[ He couldn't do it. Not again. He had to just endure it until he switched horrors again. This nightmare that had no end. How long had he been here? How long until it was over. Was there an end?,
"Don't." he croaks out at the person standing above him. His voice is scratchy and hoarse. "You don't have to... you can fight it."
He tilts his head and a slow smirk spreads across his mouth. His eyes are black and empty, void of any emotion, any attachment to the one he watched. It reminds Scott of the same look he had seen on his face once before. The difference this time was it was just him. No spirit to take the blame.
"Stiles--" He begs, a sob escapes, a harsh, raw sound that was ripped from him. "Please..."
He just smirks again and Scott sucks in a sharp breath, not at the cool steel blade pressed against his skin, but from what he knows what comes next.]
[Public Video/Muti-thread spam]
[ooc; initial find called for Beta!Stiles <3]
[A loud pained scream which fades into an equally pained howl is heard before anything comes into view on the camera. A raw sob escapes before it registers his surroundings are different.
Not just different. New. Which is terrifying all on its own.
He gasps and scrambles to his feet. He doesn't get far before he trips. He cries out and grabs his leg. He doesn't remember having it broken. Must have happened when he passed out from the pain when Kira was the one behind the knife. How did she even--
A twig snaps and he gasps quietly, his head whipping around in the direction it came from. He curses under his breath and tries to crawl to a hiding spot. Why wasn't his leg healing?! He blinks hard, a flash of red and then a needle. Lydia had injected him with something.
Another crunch across the forest floor makes him whimper softly. He was doomed. It didn't even matter who was coming, he was screwed.]
(ETA)
[banshees & psychics can def feel his arrival, BTW.]
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[10 Aug 2015|11:15pm] |
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Shit.
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[10 Aug 2015|11:53pm] |
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[At first when she looks at the screen she looks curious, maybe a little confused.] Anyone care to tell me how the hell the internet is up and running? [She looks around somewhat frantically. This isn't anywhere in NYC. How did she get here?] While you're at it, tell me where the fuck I am right now.
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