Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-08-06 16:12:00 |
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Kol Mikaelson [Narrative]; Just going for a drive...to New Jersey...
Very early Tuesday morning, August 5, 2014; His car?
PGish (nothing serious, most broody/angsty nonesense?); Complete
But for now, he'd just drive.
He couldn't quite say what it was that drove him to do it. There
wasn't an exact, defining moment before he made the decision. He just
knew that right now, he needed to get away. He needed to have time to
himself, away from this city, away from his family, from Purgatory,
away from...everything. He hadn't even mentioned it to anyone. Not
Crowley and Anna, not any of his siblings, his friends, no one. He
just slipped out in the middle of the night when no one was paying any
mind to him. He stopped by the ATM to get a couple grand out, and he
left. Kol had considered Vegas, but decided against it and made his
way to Atlantic City instead.
Truth was, everything happening lately was just too much for him to
figure out how to deal with. His family was breaking apart more by the
day it seemed, and he was nowhere closer to any answers in his rather
blind search against the Purgatory plan than he had been when he had
first started. Of course, there was still Sam's plan to consider. Kol
hadn't talked to Crowley about that just yet. He couldn't quite figure out what to do with any of it.
Dealing with things had never been Kol's strong suit. He just didn't
do it. He ran. All the time, he fucking ran. Even now, that's
exactly what he was doing. Only this time it was different somehow.
Maybe in the fact that he knew he'd be back, and that he wouldn't be
gone for a decade or three before he returned. A few days, a week
tops, and he'd be back. And maybe it would help. Or maybe it would
just make things worse. He wasn't sure.
The drive from Lawrence to Atlantic City was a long one, but it didn't
bother Kol. He figured it would do good to break the new car in with a
bit of a road trip anyway. Or that was the rather pathetic excuse he'd
made up in his head to explain his sudden need to cut and run. He knew
it didn't solve anything, leaving the way he had, and somewhere in the
logical part of his mind buried beneath all of his escapist need to
leave, he knew leaving without saying anything was probably not the
best plan at all. They shouldn't have any reason to panic too badly. Elijah would
notice the money take from the account and they would know he wasn't
taken by the seal, that he wasn't going back to his death. He was
just...gone. Like he always had been in the past. And that was the
problem, wasn't it? This was his default, go-to response for
every problem he'd ever had in his life. And what did it ever solve?
Nothing, and he knew it, he did, but still it's what he turned to
anyway. Maybe he needed to figure out why he kept doing it, even when
it didn't help matters at all.
But for now, he'd just drive.