| Kol & Rebekah |
[11 Aug 2015|12:28am] |
[Someone is up in the middle of the night, but she has an excuse. She has a very pressing question.]
If I make Allison a card will she get better faster?
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| [unwitting public video] |
[11 Aug 2015|11:28am] |
[It took her a while to die. Days that she fought, clinging to life though her pack was given no hope whatsoever for her survival.
In the moment, in the places between life and death...she was waiting to make sure they all survived.
And then she let go.
What they saw as prolonged suffering for her, an endless, drawn out ordeal before the ultimate failure was actually very peaceful for her. Her body was gone, and she lingered on the fringes, aware of them but unable to communicate...not needing to reach out, only to know that her pack would be okay. Then she simply...slipped away into whatever comes next.
She knew peace for a long time until she woke to the weight of dirt crushing her chest, the grave filling her eyes and nose and mouth.
Horror, pain, and terror rob her of all reason. She is a hunter, a soldier...a predator in her own right.
So she struggles with new strength...and she digs.
The feed, meanwhile, snaps to life on a shot of a local park, where the tablet sits on a bench. A patch of grass sports a newly tilled patch of dirt, the outlines too rough to mark it as a true grave, but close enough to be disturbing.
For about forty five minutes, all that can be seen is the hole, all that can be heard is silence, occasionally punctuated by a cricket or the rustle of some other nocturnal creature skittering about.
Which makes it especially jarring when a human hand suddenly bursts through the dirt. It takes about two minutes before it's extended far enough to gain the leverage to grip, but the second it does a head of dark, wild hair streaked with dirt breaks the surface, gasping and sobbing and wild-eyed, eyes wide and sightless with raw terror.
It takes her a few more moments before Allison has finally pulled herself free of the grave. She's wearing a white lace dress, clearly one meant for burial, now stained with dirt, blood, and darker, noxious things. It's ripped in some places where wounds can be seen, namely high on her belly, just over her diaphragm, which is visible for a few moments as she lays on the ground, flat on her back to stare blankly at the sky.
Then, she immediately rolls on her side and huddles in on herself, trembling and still sobbing as feral, furtive eyes dart around in search of some unknown threat she's certain is waiting for her.
She cannot think. She cannot reason.
She can only feel...and all that exists for her is pain and fear.]
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[11 Aug 2015|01:08pm] |
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This is funny!
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| Kol, in person |
[11 Aug 2015|03:27pm] |
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So... [She smiles in a way that might seem smug. Allison still doesn't look well, though.] Still convinced that I'm no longer sexy, dangerous, or confident?
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| Open Spam |
[11 Aug 2015|04:16pm] |
[She feels like everything she ever learned since childhood was a lie. She used to look up to Allison. She used to wish to be more like her, stronger and a great leader, but she can't even talk to them now. The one that saved her on the first day is out murdering innocent people for sport. All of the other ones do nothing but protect their mates. What happened to the girl she heard so much about? The girl that everyone expected her to be?
She sits on a park bench in the danger zone and listens to the song she found on youtube that hit too close to home on repeat on her ipod. Her eyes are closed and she's so frustrated that she could shoot something, but instead she just focuses on her breathing as the music plays. It's blasting despite her supersonic hearing, it's the easiest way to block out the world around her where she feels completely out of place and out of control. She almost wishes something would come up and start a fight with her, but she can feel she's not in danger. She's far too close to the safe zone to be in any real danger. Just far enough away, though, to not have to see anyone... Or so she thought.]
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| *Lydia and Scott |
[11 Aug 2015|04:32pm] |
[he means *themorrighan but it's open to all (all Scotts included too), but he loses his nerve and leaves the deleted post blank.]
Hi. I went shopping. Do you want to come over and eat dinner?
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[11 Aug 2015|07:09pm] |
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[Dutch slouches slightly and looks into the camera.] I've been through the city and I haven't seen a trace of strigoi. How do you keep them out of your city? New York is full of the bloody creatures.
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| Isaac |
[11 Aug 2015|09:14pm] |
With Kol out there being an angry psychopath, I think we should keep Mason inside. I don't want him as a target.
[Mom Victoria]
Hi.
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| Spam for Ghost!Allison! |
[11 Aug 2015|11:05pm] |
[She's wandering the Tower aimlessly. She's felt something--no, someone wandering. A lost soul of sorts, stuck between Life and Death. Confused, desperate, reaching out to anyone that can listen, but it's hard. They aren't hers. The connections are there, but weaker, so only some have heard her.
Except Dahlia.
She knew when she showed up. She knew when she found Watchtower. And when she gave up and left because maybe someone somewhere else could hear her.
She was back now, though. Two floors up, and Dahlia was stepping off the elevator. She was smiling as she wandered. When she speaks, there is almost a child-like quality and tone to her voice.]
Where did you go? I know you're here.
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[11 Aug 2015|11:42pm] |
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... Guys? [He's standing in the Scorch by the safe haven waiting for the portal to open before they're attacked by monsters. He's almost certain that Wicked's playing a trick on him]
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| Kol |
[11 Aug 2015|11:53pm] |
Let's try this again. You and me, outside now.
[Dahlia]
Sorry I didn't check in last night, honey, Kol won the fight. I'm trying again now, just stay inside with your family until it's over.
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