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[You know, as she made her way to Jacob's place on the other side of Seattle, she had to reassure herself her family had that. They were totally, 100% in control forever and always. Besides, Toby was there, they were fine.

She knocked twice before just letting herself in.]

I demand a movie night, Sweets! I know you're ~here~.

stochelo

[It's not often Stefan is separated from his sister. If they leave the clan, it's typically for advertising purposes and he's never far from her side. But then again, this winter has been the strangest yet, and the longest they've ever stayed in one place. There were more non-humans here than he'd ever encountered in a strange world he'd never encountered and he wasn't sure how he fit into it without any movement.

Syeira adapted so quickly, and yet he felt more and more like a fish out of water. Samantha was a welcome distraction, but also an unknown. She was foreign and beautiful, and somehow felt forbidden. What would Mami even think going off with her like this?]

tapestryoftime

Syeira was new to the sprawling city but that was okay. It was a comfortable place. She didn't need to know where she was, only where she was going, and she somehow knew exactly where she was going.

It was easy. All she had to do was smile and hand out the flyers that she'd been given to promote the circus. This was a very social aspect of the circus and one of the few social tasks she was allowed to do; with supervision. So, it was easy to be excited by the task.

Brightly colored skirts swirled around her ankles as she pushed open the door to the coffee shop. It was easy to spot the large coffee sign and it was one of the best places to hand out flyers. Long blond hair curled over her shoulders while a brown vest rested loosely over her slender figure. Her stomach was exposed with a glimmering golden fabric wrapped around her chest. There was a collection of necklaces around her throat and bracelets looped around each wrist, to the point that each step caused the plastic and metal pieces to chime together.

Stefan, her supervision, continued past the coffee shop. He planned to loop down the block and then pick Syeira up on the way back. He wasn't supposed to leave her alone but he knew she wouldn't leave the coffee shop until he returned to escort her back to the circus.

She glanced over her shoulder as the door swung closed and waved at Stefan before turning her attention to the tables littering the front of the store. "Hello! Do you want to see a circus? It's only 8$ to get in and anyone under five is free!" Syeira slid the flyer on a few of the tables, at least for those who looked interested.

It was only when she stepped towards the back of the shop that a wave of familiarity washed over her. She glanced at the coffee counter and her eyes briefly became unfocused. "Mm?" She turned again and stepped up to the next table. "I knew you'd want to come!" Syeira stopped and blanked, taking the flyer back. "Oh. Excuse me. Sorry. You should come to the Circus! We won't be in town forever." She then placed the flyer back on the table and continued on, leaving a very confused woman behind her.

She needed to keep herself focused in the present. Why was it so hard in here? Maybe it was the smell of coffee?

Syeira slid the flyer just enough over Jaggers news paper to catch his attention. "Come on Jagger, you should come. You'll have an amazing time!"

imaginationswoes

[A smile touches Airy's lips as she inhales the familiar chilled air of Headquarters. It's dark but one by one the lights along the halls brighten bleeding into their dark room. It's set to simulate day and night in these area's. Specifically to keep those who are human on a healthy sleep schedule while letting those who work at night work unhindered. Airy's hours vary but for the last week or so she's been spending her nights curled at Nathan's side. It continues to feel like a dream but she's come to the conclusion that she doesn't care because she's happy.

It's been so long since she's felt happy.

A soft disgruntled yelp exits from Airy's chest as she curls against Nathan's side. As lovely as this is and as much as she'd love staying in bed with him, she has things to do. Her palms push her to a seated position, her dark brown hair tumbling down her back. She leans over and quickly brushes her lips against Nathan's forehead before she lips from the bed and gets dressed. Airy is used to waking up before him and heading to the cafeteria to help Gus. She's done it for over a year and a half and it's become habit to wake that early. When Nathan gets up he follows after her and she greets him with a smile and a cup of coffee; she knows how he likes it.

It's strange, she can hear whispers and feel eyes on her as she moves through Headquaters but she doesn't understand what it means. Who cares if her and Nathan are dating? Some are still talking about the forest, other rumors sound like the pair of them are something like gods while others want to use them as a weapon. It makes Airy uneasy but ignores it. Nathan trains in the morning and she usually sees Rachel or practices by herself. She's had to find a new temporary room since her and Nathan turned hers into a forest, which meant that she didn't have space or privacy. Antonio said he was designing something as quickly as he could for her but it would take time.

After working with Rachel, helping Gus with lunch, Airy finds herself sitting in the dense forest. She can feel the afternoon and she watches as the sun they'd created sinks across the sky. This room made no sense and yet Airy felt comfortable here. It was almost sundown and tonight was the night of the big meeting. Her and Nathan had changed everything and now it was time to deal with that.]

thegloomyone

[Kevin and Cat were at the movies, which suited Chase just fine. It have him the opportunity to just sit at the coffee shop and watch the people go by, which he happened to enjoy doing. It also gave him the chance to sit, read a book, and be alone, which he also enjoyed immensely. It wasn't that he had any problems with his siblings, though Kevin could be over-bearingly goofy most of the time, and Cat was too much of an angel to be annoying for long...he'd just always enjoyed his solitude, and here, in this place his instincts had told him to call his own, he felt the same. It was his town, he'd made sure of that, and he was damn well going to enjoy it if he could manage it.

Shuffling the two of them off to see a new movie gave him just that opportunity. The air in mid-October here in Ohio was just starting to cool, so he was in a button down under a thin sweater, the collar showing, as he held a tattered paperback and sipped a latte.

Sometimes he was certain he was the only member of his family, at least with a penis, who also had class.]

professorrieben

[It only took a month after leaving Natalia Santiago, the most intriguing, beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman he'd ever met to realize what a terrible mistake he'd made. It was rare for vampires to dream, but when dreams came to him, they were filled with her smile, her laughter, the scent of her body and her hair.

He found himself headed back south rather quickly, perhaps against his better judgement. She had a plan, she liked to settle. He was a traveler, unable to stay in one place too long without feeling restless. He reached Williamsburg an hour after sundown, having spent the day in a cave and moved cross-country after nightfall.

Following her scent wasn't difficult. She was good at moving in social circles and it hadn't taken her long to establish herself in the city. Calling at the door at so late an hour would be unheard of.

The window, though, was no obstacle, and he ascended silently, tapping at the window once he'd found the correct chambers.]

alwayschoosesleft

[She was late. She'd had to go back to her flat three times because she forgot her keys, then her books, then her shoes. All in all, it was a typical day in the paradise that was Pandora's life. The one thing she had going for her was the bus had been five minutes late, which meant she hadn't missed it. She practically ran from the bus stop, down the steps, into the rec center, and into the cafe...

...and directly into someone who was trying to take a seat a table. The folder he'd been carrying went everywhere, her book (the Complete Works of H.P. Lovecraft, and the Oxford English Dictionary with it) slid under an adjoining table and out of site and she clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.]

Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help!

[She bent down to begin picking up the scattered papers.]

thruthemagnifyingglass

[It has taken some time for her to gather everything that is needed for the site. Terrance, the young boy who has been working on this project, has been kind enough to summarize the reports that have yet to be submitted to the university. Terrance is brilliant and while horribly blunt, he is also kind. He’s doing well and his thesis, once proven, could change the way the world looks at the planet. Alice doesn’t want to stand in the way of that so she has come to the historical site with the intent to let Terrance have the flexibility he needs for his final tests and remain close by as an aid. She had a feeling that he doesn’t need it but she knows enough should he run into difficulties.

The truth is Alice is a fan of Professor Fitzmarcus’s work. She has followed the research at Stonehenge since she was young and it’s an honor to be able to work on it now. Her thoughts drift away while the wind tugs at her long hair. Terrance is sitting a few yards away working on his machine. She finds the soft whirling of the fan mixed with the smell of smoke and earth comforting. It reminds her of her father.

She takes a seat on the grass with a battered field journal in hand. A pen rests in her hands and after a moment she begins scratching an imagine of the ruins and notes about its structure, formation and age on the blank page.

She wonders what happened to the professor before her. She isn’t in a position to ask with her own career and difficulties but she can’t imagine a reason to ever want to leave Stonehenge. Alice, though currently working as a professor, has traveled all over the world. She’s interested in different sites and the mark they’ve left on the planet. She’s rarely home and so she finds comfort in her books and notes, and then the earth.

A light smile teases her lips as she works, her fingers rising only occasionally to push back her hair.]

rockcollector

[The moon hung unobtrusively in the sky over head casting long shadows along the ground where the familiar stones sat in their familiar pattern. As often as Terrance found himself working at the site it continued to amaze him. The infamous pattern is formed of bluestone or better known in the community as Dolerite, subvolcanic rock equivalent to volcanic basalt, created by volcanic activity and then slip by frost or glacial means. He finds himself staring at them as the laptop in his lap continues its latest compiling.

The wind tugs at his hair making it too messy to manage while clouds roll over head. It is usual to see rain this time of year however the forecast suggested that the site would be bypassed making tonight the best night for this particular test. There is a dense humidity that hangs heavily above Terrance’s head but he ignores it. As long as the equipment is unharmed they can keep going. Time continues to tick unmeasured as the moon drifts towards its mid-night hour.

Terrance pulls his gaze away from the rocks and digs his hand into his pocket. He pulls out a small tin of tobacco and a rolling paper which he balances expertly on his knee. He’s used to rolling his own tobacco and can usually do it without having to stop or put things down. With the dried leaves in place he licks his thumbs using the liquid to seal the paper. The tin quickly returns to his pocket and he pulls out a lighter all the while listening to the familiar voice in his head telling him not to leave anything at the site. The end of the paper roll flares to life and Terrance inhales tasting the intoxicating smoke as it fills and warms his lungs.

The computer beeps and he turns watching the graph on the screen as it spikes.]

truedruid

[It has been years since Johnathan left the safety and comfort of his forest. In the time of his father’s outburst civilization has thrived and spread at, what Johnathan considered, alarming speeds. Soon there will be nothing left and he’ll be choked just like the earth. Idealism and hate fuel him and set him forward, his aim set on changing or stunting this industrial revolution. He doesn’t care who might be caught in the cross fire.

Stepping pass the city limits and into the bustle of the city cripples him more than he expects.

His hand clenches his stomach, his eyes falling to the ground as he gasps for air. Nausea rolls through his gut and after a few stumbling steps forward he slumps against a wall and begins throwing up. His head swims and his breath becomes labored and harsh as he pushes himself off the wall and forward. It’s the first time he’s felt disconnected with the plant and it hurts more than he could endure. His father must have felt it too though time has only rooted the sickness. If his father couldn’t survive how could he?

A few blocks forward and Johnathan collapses; he doesn’t notice those passing on the street and they are equally keen to ignore him, thinking him to be some drunken fool. His dark hair is disheveled and his clothes are unkempt and covered in dirt.

How can they do this to the earth?

Anger swells within him, a hot furry that he hadn’t ever known. His father had been fighting this and yet here they are. Passing him on the streets without so much as a glance his way, not caring how they abuse the world that’s done so much for them. He pulls himself up, using the wall to keep himself steady and begins to fight the uncomfortable feelings nagging at his senses.

They’ll pay.

Vengeance pushes him forward but only a few steps before he falls again. This time his knees crack against the pavement making him cringe as pain shoots through his legs. Bile fills his mouth again and he empties what’s left of his stomach on the street.]

nogiftedone

[Professor Corbin Ainsley Fitzmarcus kept a house outside of London. His commute to his office, which was thankfully infrequent as he was not a teaching professor, always began the same way. Leaving the rural countryside was never a problem, but the closer he came to the metropolis in which his office was housed, the more intense the nausea became. Over the years he'd learned to ignore it, but the pressure, just at the edge of his senses, never truly abated. Damn it to the nine levels of Hell if he didn't hate the city.

He parted in his usual space, grabbing his briefcase before heading inside. Not a happy man even when he wasn't perpetually dizzy, he sometimes thought it a pity his colleagues only knew a man perpetually off-kilter with the lack of life thrumming under London's streets. He couldn't find much cause to care, of course. His research assistants were companionable enough, at least when on site, and respectful enough to listen when he told them they were getting too close.

Ah. There was one of them now. A lanky man with a vibrant grin, his sole graduate student this year, fell into step beside him as he made his way up the steps to the faculty building.]

Morning, Professor!

[Corbin looked over to the young man, his expression dour, and simply grunted a response.]

Terrance.

[The young man frowned in sympathy.]

London not treating you well today, Sir?

[Terrance was one of the few people in Corbin's life privy to his secret, which the boy found academically fascinating, of course. Geobiologists.]

There is not a soul in Heaven or on Earth who has ever been treated well by this fair city, lad. I doubt the beast will change its mind anytime soon.

[His grad-student chuckled, shaking his head, but smiled over to his Professor.]

I saw the article was published. Do you think they'll think you mad?

[As they strode to the elevators leading to the upper offices, Corbin raised an eyebrow.]

Do you think I give a damn what they think? Improbable or not, the evidence is undeniable.

[The boy was quick to vehemently nod in agree me. Terrance, always a good lad, craving praise and acceptance.] Oh, certainly, Professor. I was there. I saw the readings. I just-

[Corbin offered the boy a rare smile.]

I solemnly swear your name was never mentioned, by dear boy. Should they drag my name through the mud, yours shall remain unsullied. Mayhap the next Professor saddled with you with be possessing of better temperament, eh?

[The elevator dinged it's arrival.] And half the excitement, Professor.

[A sharp laugh was given to the boy as he entered the elevator.] You can be sure of that.

[Corbin allowed the doors to slide closed and made his way up to his office, nodding a curt greeting to his assistant, and making his way to his desk after shutting the door to his office. He was pleased to see his morning tea was steaming on his desk. He took a seat, nudged his computer to life, and pulled a flask from his desk drawer, brandy to ward off the lingering pangs in his belly, adding a bit to the cup before taking a sip and pouring through the emails waiting for him.

About an hour later his phone buzzed, his assistant's voice coming across.] Professor Fitzmarcus? Forgive me, sir, but you have a visitor.

[Annoyed, he frowned at the phone before setting down his tea cup. He was certain he had no meetings this morning.] Does this visitor have an appointment?

blindpuppet

[A lot is changing for Enis in a very short period of time. Freedom has its own cost and she's paying for it in full. With her fathers current work destroyed and his notes locked within her head she takes flight with a few samples and materials. Her destination is Seattle.

When she arrives she's wearing a black tank top, dark jeans and combat boots. She's never been allowed the chance to have style and despite the amount of cleavage showing, getting into this club in a usual way would be difficult. Vibrant blue eyes stare at the guard at the door as she steps forward. There is a large black dufflebag in her hand and she walks with the sort of confidence that many yearn for. Enis pauses in front of the werewolf, her expression serious.]

James Taylor, Born in 1982 in Asheville North Carolina, Social Security number 116-47-4831. I am here to see Clayton Young.

Take me to him.

[Her voice is firm and only loud enough for her and the werewolf to hear. She isn't going to broadcast any information about him unless he gives her trouble.]

Or do I need to tell you about your boss too?

humsthemelody

[She didn't actually get nervous until they'd passed Ohio. The next step marked the furthest from home she'd ever been. She trusted Freya, at least somewhat, but home wasn't a place, a concept really was what it was. Home was her family, and she was leaving it on the other side of the country. It was terrifying, but she was equally excited, since she was seeing things she'd never had a chance to see before.

The country changed as they made their way across it, and as they neared the mountainous and wide-open country of Montana, she was in awe. It was just like every postcard she'd ever seen, and she was having a hard time thinking it was real.]

....it's so beautiful...

nofortunateone

[This trip has been interesting. He's been riding with Cas either behind him or in front of him on the roaring bike. It has also been distracting having her lethal body pressed against him. It's hard to stay focused on driving.

He pulls off the road kicking the bike stand beneath him. He can tell that he's entered Kevin's territory.]

Looks like we're here.

highprices

[The black fabric of her dress drapes gracefully over the beautiful curves of her body. The back is open for all to see the mark tattooed at the base of her spine while the collar is cut low. Her shoulders are back and her chin held high as she leans against the bar with a sultry smile. A crystal clear liquid is poured into a martini glass before it's placed in front of her.]

Thank you. [There is a soft curl to her lips as she places the money on the counter and lifts her drink to her lips. The liquid only brushes against her upper lip when she hears the curt call of a man behind her. She places the drink down, her smile neatly set in place across her lips. She has no interest in this interruption.] What can I help you with? [Her voice is soft and silky like a deep red wine.]

[The man is stout in comparison to her, more so with the heels that raise her a few inches higher. Her posture never wavers however her smile falls, replacing the expression with an defiant stare as he begins to spout off a rabble of words in a loud booming voice.]

Come now! I know what you are. I have enough for tonight whore so show me and my friends a good time.

[As if on cue two other men join him at either side. The bartender pauses his work, his gaze on the gathering as he waves them to take it outside. This is a nice place and they aren't above calling the police, which is something she prefers not to deal with.

Leaving her drink at the bar she turns, her lips returning to their usual smirk.] I was just about to leave anyway. Your only company will be each other tonight boys. [She walks passed them but her response clearly didn't thrill them. They seethed with anger and after downing the drink she'd left on the counter they followed clumsy after her. She's almost able to hail a cab before she feels a harsh pull on her wrist. The tallest man of the group, a lanky figure who rises to Crystal's eye level has her securely held by the wrist and is dragging her towards the alley along the side of the bar.]

We can do this the easy way. [The man chuckles darkly, as he begins to pull of his belt.] Or the hard way.

[Even while being held against the wall her posture suggests dominance. Her eyes glare down at the man, her lips playing into a coy smirk that's been perfectly practiced a thousand times.]

Is it really so hard?

[She asks in a singsong tone. This was the wrong thing to say. The third man steps forward now, looking more burly than the other too. His breath and beard reek of alcohol and with the silent command spoken he raised his hand to strike her in the stomach. They won't damage a whore's pretty face.]

alittlebitofhell

Had it really been nearly two years since the controller for the chip in his brain had been destroyed, sending feedback over the transmission that'd given him a migraine for a week? Sometimes it was hard to tell, but it was nice to be his own man again. The slave chip embedded in his brain had controlled him in the worst way possible, but it was necessary for the operatives to function in the field. When activated, it sunk him into a state of hypnosis, and whatever orders were issued in that state were interpreted as his own ideas.

If Toby hadn't been present when he'd received some of those orders, he probably would have figured out some way to off himself ages ago. Even though he knew about the chip, it was impossible for him to separate his intentions from the hypnotic suggestion. He hadn't really known what to do with himself after he was free. One thing he could say about his...owner? Investor? Whatever he'd been, he'd kept him fed and healthy, but he hadn't needed money beyond whatever a job needed. The account Amadeus had set up for him for expenses had lasted a few months, and by that time, Clay had been able to get his name out as a mercenary.

It was nice, working for humans, at least he thought it would be. Some of them weren't so bad, a lot of it was contract based, bodyguard stuff. Then, some of them had some really fucked up tastes. He didn't like thinking about those people. He'd just walked away, didn't even take payment from them.

He was currently between jobs, though, which meant down time. He'd just collected a pretty nice payment for a bodyguard gig, too, which meant he had money to burn. If he was honest, this bar he'd found himself in was a hole in the wall, but that's how he liked it. It was just dark enough and the whiskey just strong enough to make you forget who you used to be and the fact that you don't know who you are anymore.

What didn't usually happen in places like this was a sweet little thing like the dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty in the tight leather jacket that just sauntered up to the bar for more beer. They didn't usually come that hot in places like this. She was cute, but she had a fierce edge to her that said she was used to hanging out in dives like this place. She had curves in all the right places, too. Clay smiled.

"I didn't think this place smelled like Heaven, but I guess I'm mistaken." He'd had more than a few shots and was nursing a beer currently. He thought it sounded charming, but the little thing who'd approached the bar seemed to have another option, judging from the look on her face. Either that, or she was one of those girls who like to play hard to get.

"I think it does smell like Heaven...if Heaven smells like sweat, whiskey, and and unsolicited attention." She smiled a sarcastic smile that looked like it belonged on those luscious lips of her, and it brought a deep chuckle from Clay's throat.

"Easy, sweetheart. I didn't mean anything by it." His bright sapphire eyes moved over her form as she leaned against the bar. "But what's a hot thing like you doin' alone in a place like this?"

She laughed, then, a sultry sound from so small a form. "Who says I'm here alone?"

luckyescape

Freya was thankful to the owner of the club. She had limited exposure to vampires in the past but he seemed like a solid guy. If he hadn't shown up she would have just run; she was very good at running.

As the night came to an end, bouncers began to push people towards the doors. She had cleared off the last table bringing the glasses over to Inka who seemed to be in a good mood. It was most likely due to the visitors that night. Freya found it hard to believe that the pair she'd seen was really the Creator and the Druid; not that she knew what she was expecting. Luther, the guy who owned the club, seemed to know them both really well and Freya can't help but wonder what the story was. She wasn't always an overly curious person when it came to the super natural community because people protected their secrets but Luther was nice enough that she figured she could at least ask.

With her shift pretty much over she plucked her back from behind the counter and climbed the steps to Luther's office. Her knuckles rapped at the door though she was sure that a vampire would already smell that she was there.

"Hey. I wanted to take up that staying offer but I don't know where to go." She wasn't opposed to sleeping on the floor but she didn't really want to be in the way either. Once the sun was up she'd be on her own in this strange club and she wasn't really looking forward to that. At least Inka would be there; he was cool.

alwaysinhisshadow

Maybe it was because they lived so long, but Luther had never celebrated his birthday. Well, not annually, anyway. His parents had thrown him a party when he turned 10, another on his 20th. He'd expected they would have on his 30th, as well, but that was blown to hell two years ago when one of Amadeus' bastards had killed his father. It made him sick to think about it. Charles Rieben had been Luther's idol. When he was gone, Luther was lost. He wasn't ready to be away from his father, he wasn't finished learning from him. For two years, he rebelled. He snuck out at night, he stayed out until his mother was worried he wouldn't make it back in time.

And then Airy came to them. She became a point of focus in a world that hadn't made sense since his father had passed away. She was a project, a goal, something to ward away the loneliness, and he'd be damned if he let that slip through his fingers. She would be his.

And she was. Valentine's Day. The day he made her his. They spent nearly every night together after that, whether it was training or talking, going out or staying in. He was for lifeline, and she was his. One day, he hoped to kill the memories of Nathan he knew still flitted around her head. Tonight, though, was his.

It was his birthday, he'd noted it last night when he'd mentioned it to her before he'd laid down for the day. He didn't expect anything. The most Gus had ever done for his birthdays was making him a strawberry milkshake on his birthday, but he was too old for that now.

He made his way to Airy's room after he woke up that evening, to see what she was up to.

thewolfdude

(Oh dear God, I quoted an Adele song...)

[Though the last year had been an eventful one, Kevin still wasn't questioning his decision to leave, though it did make the nights lonely. Spending 20 years that close to the only family you had left only to all start going their separate ways all at once would do that to a guy.

It's been 6 months since he'd spoken with Chase, and if he was honest with himself, it was a miracle they'd lasted that long. After Dahlia had rolled into town, he knew it was time to move on. He was still sad Cat had decided to stay behind with Chase rather than come with him, but he also knew she was the most confused of all of them. To say she'd had a weird childhood, even for a werewolf, was the understatement of the century.

He and Toby had done their best to make sure she had some sense of normalcy, but there was only so much they could do.

He'd wandered around a lot after leaving Ohio behind, not really sure where to head, but knowing he didn't want to leave the north. He just preferred the weather. The idea of going back to New York never crossed his mind, at least not to stay. He couldn't, with with all the scents and urges warring in his mind. At his heart, Kevin was a simple guy, so the little town of Grand Marais, MN ended up being the best place he found.

It wasn't until falling into the monotony of getting up, patrolling town, which just looked like going for a walk to all the humans in town, going to work, and going home, that he really started to get homesick. He hadn't really felt like he was at home in any place for the last 20 years. Grand Marais wasn't even feeling like home after three months there, but his family. That was home. He missed them.

He'd let too much time passed. Eventually, he decides just to see if Toby still has the same number. It's long distance, but he doesn't care. He just wants to talk to his big brother, and let him know what's been going on.]

thelastdruid

[After what seemed like a lifetime, things had finally started settling down. People were starting to get back to their lives, he and Airy had taken a huge step in their relationship. Kelsey and Gus were reunited with their children, whom they'd all thought dead. A couple of them were assholes who left just because Gus hadn't been able to find them, but the ones who stayed behind seemed to be pretty cool.

And having Jake around had quickly become like having a little brother, which was also cool. The new wolves kept to themselves for the most part, though, and he was pretty sure he could count on one hand the number of words Gus' oldest son, Toby, had even spoken to him, but it was all good. He was pretty good at the stalker vibe. It worked for him.

Everything was going great until Airy decided to poke the elephant in the room. There'd been a lot of not-talking going on revolving around Luther and everything that had happened regarding him. Even after he'd left them, love before Toby and the others had found them, nothing had been discussed. They both just skirted the issue. It hadn't even come up in weeks, and Nathan had figured, hey, everything was finally in the clear. No such luck.

He probably shouldn't have shouted at her, but even as he stormed out of HQ in the middle of the night and tromped off to cool off somewhere, he couldn't abate his temper enough to care.

He opened the door to the first bar he noticed passing a little harder than he needed to and looked around. It wasn't a place he recognized, which was good, but he did recognize the big guy at the bar people were giving a wide berth. Toby...? Is this where he went at night?

Nathan, never one to follow a crowd, approached the bar instead, taking a seat on a barstool next to Toby, sliding into a Humphrey Bogart impression, even if he was paraphrasing.]

"Toby, of all the gin joints in all 'a New York, you had ta be a regular at this one."

[The joke hadn't cheered him up or made him any less mad. That was disappointing.]

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A Contrite Mess

June 2020

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dontworrysweets - who knew HQ could get MORE cramped?
stochelo - This was not part of the plan
tapestryoftime - The start of something new.
imaginationswoes - That moment after everything is perfect.
thegloomyone - I couldn't come up with a good subject
professorrieben - There's no such thing as leaving well enough alone
alwayschoosesleft - I am the queen of first impressions
thruthemagnifyingglass - This is what happens when you just disappear from work.
rockcollector - Long Lovely Nights
truedruid - City Pains
nogiftedone - I knew publishing that paper would make waves
blindpuppet - I came to say hello.
humsthemelody - Little birds have to jump out of the nest if they're going to fly
nofortunateone - Crossing Paths
highprices - "The Best Little Whore House in New York"
alittlebitofhell - The Past Never Dies
luckyescape - A temporary Home
alwaysinhisshadow - A Guy Could Get used to This
thewolfdude - Hello? It's me...
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A Contrite Mess

I think I have a Character Type

Recent Entries

who knew HQ could get MORE cramped?

This was not part of the plan

The start of something new.

That moment after everything is perfect.

I couldn't come up with a good subject

There's no such thing as leaving well enough alone

I am the queen of first impressions

This is what happens when you just disappear from work.

Long Lovely Nights

City Pains

I knew publishing that paper would make waves

I came to say hello.

Little birds have to jump out of the nest if they're going to fly

Crossing Paths

"The Best Little Whore House in New York"

The Past Never Dies

A temporary Home

A Guy Could Get used to This

Hello? It's me...

Vampires Cause Problems Even When They're not Around