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[02 Jul 2016|12:37am] |
[He skips the party tonight and makes his way to the hospital instead. The people Liv shot are in critical condition and just because he's broken beyond repair doesn't mean she has to be too, and that's exactly what would happen if these people ended up dying. He gets to the ward and glamours the doctor into letting him in to see the patients. He won't give them a lot, the last thing he needs is to be supernaturally bonded to a bunch of locals after this. After this, he doesn't want to be bonded to anyone at all. He borrows a syringe from a nurse's tray and visits each victim's room one by one, injecting them with a small amount of his healing blood. After he's done, he disposes of the evidence and heads back out.
There, it's done. He doesn't owe her anything and she'll never hear about this so she'll just keep on hating him. The thing no one ever told him about loneliness is that it's as addictive as any drug. After a while, you stop feeling like you're being crushed under a weight and the emptiness of solitude becomes company in itself. You become so accustomed to the void that you can't imagine life without it. You don't want to. He let himself slip last week. As difficult as it was to take care of someone who believed herself to be an apocalypse survivor, her company was easy and light. She trusted him. She wanted to be near him. She wanted to stay safe with him. Her wants, her fantasy of making it together had become his too. He let himself dream of permanency and normalcy; it was more than dangerous, it was reckless and he knew better than to be swept away into something that was clearly so temporary.
He thinks about what Scott would say... he'd say nothing. He would look at him with disappointment, but not surprise. Not anymore. There wasn't enough between them anymore for Scott to be surprised by Stiles's selfish antics, and that's all they were. That's all they ever turned out to be.
He's alone again, as he should be. He touches a drop of wetness gathering in the corner of his eye and rubs the red slick tear between his fingertips, once again removing all of the evidence that he sometimes he allows himself feel something. Emotion is for the living.]
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| Liv |
[02 Jul 2016|08:58am] |
Please tell me you're going to shower today.
[Sarah]
[*She means the TWD group one but both can see.]
Hi.
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| Open Spam (Open to Multiple) |
[02 Jul 2016|09:15am] |
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[He skates through Stepford, taking in all the new sites from the sudden time shift into what has to be America in the 1960s. He rolls down the dips in the road and blinks the smokes from his cigarette out of his eyes. It's a nasty habit, yeah, but his dad's not here so he can do whatever he wants to do. Besides, it's the sixties. Everyone smokes in the sixties. He's doing his part to blend.]
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| Stiles (he means his but they can all see) |
[02 Jul 2016|07:49pm] |
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Do you know a girl named Amanda? Brown hair, around our age? She just told me some guy is making her drug his girlfriend and also something about experiments? I don't know what's up with that part but it doesn't sound good.
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| Video Post |
[02 Jul 2016|09:26pm] |
[Malik wakes up in a lab. One second he's fighting his mother off at a lacrosse game so she won't kill Stiles, and the next, he's on a lab table. He scrambles to his feet. This must be a thing the Dread Doctors are doing, only the book didn't say anything about people like him. He's not a chimera.
He walks through the labratory, there are creatures that are clearly chimeras of different things. Weird monsters are everywhere. If he had his phone, he'd call Stiles... no wait, he wouldn't. He wouldn't call Stiles or the pack at all. He'd call Braeden.
He breaks the window and slips out, not caring about the potions he definitely knocked over on his way out. He looks behind him because getting away was easier than it should have been, but he turns back forward and starts to jog because he's not one to take a head start for granted. When he finally hits an alley way, he reaches into his pocket to pull out whatever device was knocking against his leg.]
Hello?
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| Arrival Narrative |
[02 Jul 2016|10:38pm] |
[He's just finished tying up a mugger in the alley and calling the police to have them pick him up when the world spins momentarily and he blinks a couple times, looking around. It takes him a minute to realize he's no longer standing on solid ground and it registers he's up in the air -- atop Queen Industries. But not the one there in Star City.]
O-kay.
[He glances around, half expecting to see Bart laughing at him from the shadows. He's not sure how he ended up in Metropolis in a split second, but being carried by the young speedster is the most logical explanation he can come up with. Except he doesn't see Bart anywhere, and when he really looks around, he realizes this can't possibly be Metropolis. With the exception of a couple of familiar sights -- the large tower in the center of town, and his clock tower apartment building -- nothing is familiar. The buildings aren't tall enough to be Metropolis.]
Right. Either someone spiked my tea at dinner or this is the weirdest dream ever.
[He takes a deep breath and slowly turns to head for the access door to the roof so he can get downstairs and figure out what the hell is going on.]
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| Pack* |
[02 Jul 2016|11:06pm] |
[*Her pack from home.]
So we should figure out a living situation. The druid me is cool and everything but I don't think we should all load up in his house either. [But living with her ex and the best friend she's trying to avoid seems pretty uncomfortable too.]
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| Open Spam; Multiples welcome |
[02 Jul 2016|11:39pm] |
[She's circled the skies about 3 times. There's no tangible boundary on this sky, but there's still no way out. It just continues until she's back where she started.
She lands in the middle of town square, retracting her wings into her back again and she sits down. Stiles and Kira were right. They're stuck here. It's not like she had something to go back to anyway, but it just makes her feel so powerless that even now that she's out, she's never really back in control.
She looks up at the sky and blinks back her emotion before trying to bury it all again before it backs up.
She does get up again, after a few minutes, then starts to walk around. If this is going to be her home, she'd better get acquainted.]
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