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Hi. I'm Tate. I'm dead. Wanna hook up? (evilisbeautiful) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-10-14 20:55:00

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jesse hauptman, tate langdon

WHO: Tate Langdon and the Hauptman household
WHEN: After this, Tuesday
WHERE: The Hauptman's house
WHAT: Tate needs to use a computer. Now.
RATING: TBC
STATUS: In progress

Tate needed to find out whether he was real or not. He felt real. Sometimes he did, anyway.

He wasn't completely sure why it was so important. He didn't want people knowing everything about his past, true, but that wasn't why he didn't want to be fictional. More than anything, he needed to know that he was valid - that his love for Violet was valid and real and true, not just some fucked up reality-tv horror show.

Spiderman had said it wasn't always a good idea to look yourself up on the internet, but Tate needed to know. What if Violet did show up? What would he tell her?

Google. He needed Google. He'd searched for things on Google when Violet had taught him how to use the internet and Youtube. You just typed in whatever you wanted to search for and Google found it for you - usually hundreds of thousands of answers. This time, however, he was hoping it wouldn't find any search results. This time he would be very happy not to find anything at all when he typed in the words "Tate Langdon".

Tate didn't have a computer. He had watched other people to work out how to communicate on the mobile phone device, after returning from LA without Violet, but he couldn't quite work out how to get to the internet on it. He was sure it was possible, but he didn't know what button to push or what picture meant what. He needed a laptop, like the one Violet had owned. He knew how to use that. They'd spent hours surfing the internet together on that machine. If Tate could just find a laptop like that, he'd know how to get to Google.

Tate scouted around a couple of houses, unsuccessfully, finding first a new, shiny looking computer that he didn't know how to work then a laptop with a complicated password, before he finally found what he'd been looking for. The laptop was lying on a bed, plugged in and dormant. When he pressed the little power button, it whirred into life, welcome him in without having to input any password or code.

Settling himself, crosslegged, on the bed, Tate began to tap away on the keyboard, first locating Google, then searching his own name, Violet's, Ben's, his mother's, his old high school's then even "The Murder House". There was nothing - nothing directly relating to him or his past. Each search returned a few results, but not the ones Tate feared would be there.

So he was real. That was good.

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alphadaughter
2014-10-14 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Jesse was not a normally early riser. She hated being up early, had to set at least three different alarms to actually make sure she got up and sometimes he dad would still have to come in and drag her out of bed. So, she had long since built in an hour into her schedule during school to give her a chance to wake up. Showers usually helped, and then breakfast and a little bit of time for tv or internet before she had to actually leave. She had been driving when she could, only had one more month with her permit left before she could actually take her test and get her license. She was going to see if her dad would let her drive to the school again today. It took time out of his own day, for whatever stuff he had going on, so she knew sometimes he couldn't and she still walked to school sometimes, but he was letting her drive every chance possible.

After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, Jesse put on what little makeup Adam would allow her to wear and fussed with her hair for way too (...)

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alphadaughter
2014-10-14 10:57 pm UTC (link)

long for a girl who usually didn't care that much about her appearance before giving up and finally heading back to her room. Completely comfortable in her own house, with an overprotective alpha werewolf for a father, Jesse didn't pay any mind to anything before she immediately turned towards her closet as soon as she walked in. "Where are my boots?" she mumbled to herself, sifting through her shoe collection. "A-ha!" she exclaimed triumphantly before standing up straight and spinning back to go over to her bed to put them on.

A gasp escaped her as the boots hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud as her eyes landed on a boy. Sitting on her bed. Using her laptop? Despite her obvious nerves, Jesse straightened up, pushing her hair out of her face before asking confidantly, "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

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evilisbeautiful
2014-10-30 09:02 pm UTC (link)

Tate looked up at the sound of a voice - a girl's voice. He guessed the girl speaking was the owner of the laptop. She had strange hair and looked a little to skinny to be Tate's brand of attractive. She didn't seem to be scared by his presence, though, and that endeared her to Tate.

"I'm Tate," he replied, giving the girl a small, lopsided smile before looking back down at the laptop and continuing to tap away at the keys. He definitely couldn't find anything about him and that made him feel a little better, despite the mindfuck of the situation he'd found himself in.

"I just came in," he explained simply, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed the laptop away a little, letting his hands fall to rest on his crossed knees. "I needed a laptop."

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alphadaughter
2014-11-02 05:41 pm UTC (link)

Jesse watched him carefully, but mostly, no, she wasn't scared. Maybe a little worried. How had he gotten in without her dad hearing him? But she was curious, intrigued by this boy sitting on her bed. "I'm Jesse," she offered in return.

"You just...walked in the front door?" That didn't seem right. How could it be that simple? "Well, you could've- asked?" Except how could he, if he didn't know here before now? "Are you...a local?" Because for some reason, she couldn't imagine a fellow displaced person just bursting into someone's house. Maybe that was naieve of her.

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evilisbeautiful
2014-11-21 11:13 am UTC (link)

"Not exactly," Tate replied, shifting back on the bed to make room for her to sit, if she wanted to. He hadn't used a front door for... a while, actually. But that was hard to explain. For now, he'd start with the question that had an easier answer.

"I'm from L.A." he said, wrapping his hands around the scuffed and battered toes of his sneakers as he looked up at her. "I found myself here, then I tried to go home but it wasn't right, so I came back..." It had seemed the most logical thing to do at the time. He'd needed answers and, since there was no one at the house to give them to him - not even that press-on nails psychic - he figured Lawrence was his best chance of figuring out what the hell was going on.

"Are you pissed?" Tate ventured, a little hesitantly. "That I used your laptop?" He couldn't quite work out what the girl was thinking - not that he was great at emotional interpretation at the best of times - but he didn't think she was about to freak out on him. "I wasn't watching porn or anything."

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alphadaughter
2014-11-24 06:54 pm UTC (link)

She arched an eyebrow at his response. He was confusing. And not giving very clear answers to her questions. Though, she supposed she couldn't complain about vague answers when he was at least giving some kind of answer. "How, then?" she asked, scooping down to pick up her boots before dropping them beside the bed.

"Ooh, Cali-boy, huh?" She headed over to the vanity mirror, messing with her hair as she spoke with this strange boy. She could see his reflection in the mirror. "I've always heard good things about California, never been though. I'm from Seattle. Well, near enough anyway." She shrugged, pulling the brush through her still damp hair. "That happens here. You can go home, but it's never quite right. Even if it looks the same. It's just...off. Different dimension and all." She spoke as if it were normal. She supposed after all the time she'd been here, now it was.

"Not really." She said putting the brush down and tossing her hair in a ponytail before moving over to sit on the bed and pull on her boots. "You're just lucky my dad didn't catch you." her tone was so nonchalant, but there was the weirdest hint of something behind it--like he would have been in big trouble if Adam had found him.

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evilisbeautiful
2014-11-27 06:42 pm UTC (link)

Tate sighed. He didn't make a habit of admitting intimate pieces of information about himself to strangers, but he didn't want to leave just yet and, anyway, he'd been brought here by a magical, biblical seal. He was thinking the locals might be a bit used to crazy. Besides, this wasn't the house any more. It wasn't like he was stuck here. What was the worst this girl could do to him? He'd already experienced the worst when Violet had told him to go away. If this girl did the same, so what?

"I just do that sometimes," Tate replied, looking up at the girl from beneath long, dark eyelashes. "I just think of where I want to be and I go there." Of course, he was usually constricted to the confines of the house, but it seemed to work more generally now he was here.

"I didn't really fit in there," he said, taking a moment to motion to his appearance - black hoodie, green and blue blue striped tshirt, ripped jeans and worn, battered converse. Even his pale skin had marked him out as different in the sun-kissed city of angels.

Tate allowed himself a small, private smirk. What was her dad going to do to him? You couldn't kill a ghost. Well, you could but it didn't stick. "What can I say? I'm good at sneaking into girls' bedrooms undetected." That wasn't a lie, although Tate was damned if he'd ever tried it before now. Violet's bedroom didn't count.

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alphadaughter
2014-11-27 08:10 pm UTC (link)

"You just do that sometimes?" She repeated, not sure what he meant by that. But when he went on to explain, she smiled a little, "So you can teleport?" The question was as easy as a kid asking why the sky was blue, like it was part of her daily conversation. "That's pretty cool. I have telekinesis." She grinned. "I mean, not usually or anything. I'm just a boring ol' Mundane at home, but," she shrugged, "since I showed up here, there was a thing and now I have a superpower."

"Who says you need to fit in?" She asked, not saying anything, but allowing her hair to change to a different color. She wondered what his reaction would be to the suddenly bright blue hair. It was a fun party trick, thanks to Hermione's hair potion that she'd made her before she left months ago now.

Jesse sat back down on the bed once she was done fussing with her hair, an amused look on her face. "Is that so? Well, job well done, then." She said, arching an eyebrow at him. "You really just snuck in here to use my laptop?"

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