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Tweak says, "r u scientist?"

originalvampire (originalvampire) wrote in the_triangle_rp,
@ 2012-04-08 19:58:00

Character(s): Rebekah Mikaelson & open
Rating: TBD
Cautions/Warnings: Expected language
Location: Beach
Approximate Date: Rebekah's arrival date
Status: Open!

Rebekah had a rather short to do list following her de-staking at the hands of Elijah. Unsurprisingly, killing that doppelgänger bitch was quite high up on it, but perhaps not quite as obvious to everyone (it had certainly surprised Elijah) was the number one on that list: Find Niklaus, wherever he had wound up this time. It was that item on her to-do list that had lead to her sitting on a dingy boat surrounded by awful humans. She sighed and eyed her nails as she waited for the storm to pass. She hadn't expected the storm to get worse, though, and when she was knocked out of the boat she let out an angry screech. She last thing she remembered was hitting her head on a rock. At least, she assumed that was what happened when she blacked out shortly after being thrown into the cold waters.

The next thing that Rebekah remembered was sand. More specifically, sand in her hair, between her fingers, up her nose, and in every other place that she could imagine. With a lot of spluttering and flapping at her face and ears, she glared and stared around the empty beach with fury. She didn't know who was responsible, but someone was going to pay. She made a dash for the tree line, only to feel sluggish and achingly slow as she moved. Still much faster than a regular human, Rebekah was devastated as she realised that something was dampening her abilities. With a frustrated, muffled scream that she kept quiet with a hand over her mouth, she started to storm through the trees for someone on this stupid island. She was starving, and there had to be someone around here that she could play with.

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viking_prince
2012-04-19 06:24 pm UTC (link)

Eric folded his arms over his chest. 'No, you definitely do not.' He was untouched by the pout or her tone. He'd had a lot of practice with pouty women and had had 900 years since he'd last seen Rebekah to become immune to the pouts. He opted not to mention Sookie at this point. He wanted to talk to her before Rebekah could get near her. Oh what a clusterfuck that could be.

He smirked at her reaction to his description of Niklaus. 'What, don't like the truth, doll? You were never faster than me, little girl--except when it came to getting naked. I'm also good at pain--giving and taking it. And I'm not intimidated by spoilt little girls who're still loyal to the man who put them in a casket for nearly a millenium. So if you're theratening me, don't. Because it doesn't work. I've had older and smarter vampires than you--and your brother--try.'

'Oh, and what's this about you claiming to be the original family from which all vampires are descended?' Damon had filled him in on that and was utterly confused when Eric had laughed long and loud at that. 'Because my maker was over 2000 years old when he died. I know another vampire who is nearly 3000 years old.' Okay, Russel was closer to 2800, but when you were THAT old, rounding up 200 years was nothing.

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