Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Mar 3, 2017 19:44:07 GMT
A school reunion was one of the last places Natalia wanted to be. Sam and his insistent begging/nagging at her to come was probably the one reason she’d agreed. Natalia couldn’t lie, she hated most of the people from high school when she looked back at it even though she’d been as bad as the rest of them when it came to useless bitching riddled with occasional bouts of bullying. Sure, she wasn’t proud of it but that didn’t mean it didn’t affect her now. Beacon Hills High was not a place Natalia had vowed to never return to, not with Rose being there and all, but she just hadn’t wanted to come back for a reunion with people she’d promised to talk to and now couldn’t even picture.
This dress, navy in colour and falling a few inches short of her knee was one of the most feminine pieces Natalia owned. Rose had been with her when she’d brought it and it was probably her younger sister’s influence that had made her hand over the cash. Natalia had offered to drive Sam, mainly because she didn’t want to walk in alone, and he’d accepted after arguing with her that he should be the one to drive. She won the argument, obviously. Sam was already waiting for her outside when she pulled up at his house and she had to admit, he looked good. More than good, really- like some kind of Flynn Ryder incarnate. Man, she hated him for it. Hated him for making her feel butterflies in her stomach like she was some kind of hormonal 15 year old. Hated him because he always managed to coax a smile out of him. Not so tough when she was around Samsquatch was what Natalia was.
“You ready?” Natalia asked as Sam slid into the seat beside her, the sound of the door closing shut behind him with a steady thud. Natalia guessed there would be something about Bobbi there and frankly, she wasn’t sure how Sam would cope. He’d taken it hard, which was understandable but offering comfort and support was where Natalia fell short more often than not. Natalia was heading down the road and towards school, the route encoding in her memory forever more but instead of Alex being beside her, shoving whatever he’d grabbed for breakfast in his mouth, it was Sam. She hadn’t told him, hadn’t mentioned how he made her feel and why she’d disliked the idea of Gen so much. Maybe it was because she didn’t want him to reject her or maybe it was because she was selfish but regardless, she had no idea how to actually tell him. Recent events with Bobbi and Charlie’s deaths hadn’t made the situation or timing seem any easier either.
Swinging into the school’s carpark, Natalia parked rather messily with the front of her car half in the spot next to her. Nerves she hadn’t realised she’d been feeling stopped her from caring and fixing her parking job. “Let’s go hang out with people we hate.” Natalia said drily as she pushed open her door and grabbed her clutch. Honestly, clutches were such useless inventions she’d only been able to slip a couple of dollars, her phone and a lip balm in there before it was at bursting point. Heels clicking against the ground, their added height made Natalia feel slightly less short when it came to standing by Sam but the height difference was still significant despite her not being too short. A poor excuse for a banner had been pinned above the main school doors and its tacky silver sheen suggested to Natalia that she’d need significant alcohol and a taxi ride home to get through the night.
Natalia’s hearing tuned into the tinny speakers of the hall long before it came into sight, some shitty pop song was playing and Natalia sensed it was the first of many. “Remind why you begged me to come…” Natalia’s voice trailed off as they stepped into the hall. The room had been filed with balloons and streamers but there in the centre of the room along the back room was a prominent picture of Bobbi. Why they’d made it so damn obvious Natalia didn’t know because frankly this night was already going to be a bummer and now it definitely was. Natalia paused beside Sam, waiting to see what he’d do, her eyes fixed carefully on his face as the sound of her past friends, enemies and crushed filtered in and out of her ears. Her sole attention was on Sam and what he would do, she didn’t even know if Alex or Evans had arrived yet.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Mar 5, 2017 16:34:15 GMT
Normally, a high school reunion took place ten years after the students graduate, but in light of recent events, well, who could blame the graduates of 2013 for wanting to gather together sooner rather than later. Who knew how long any of them had left. Only twenty-two years old and the promise of death was lingering over their heads- over the heads over every citizen in Beacon Hills. The rogue pack was still on the loose, and they weren’t any closer to figuring out who was behind the killings. Nothing added up for any of the hunters- even the young bunch of wannabes they’d caught snooping around the woods found nothing. Figures they wouldn’t be able to keep their noses out of something potentially life-threatening. Maybe it was revenge on their end after that one girl ended up in the hospital, but then again, the Pines always did stir up trouble. Long story short, Sam’s father wasn’t a fan of the eldest Pines- not only because he was a werewolf- and that bled down the family line. He was docile, however, and therefore they wouldn’t lay a finger on him, but still. Once being the sheriff of Beacon Hills, his dad had dealt with the man more than enough times. Always drunk, for one reason or another. He pitied the boy left behind by his mother, and the rest of the boys who shacked up in their cabin in the woods. John, his father, had asked Natalia’s father to see if his youngest daughter could talk the Pines and their group out of hunting something so far out of their league, but Sam had yet to ask if she’d done so yet. He didn’t like talking about this pack, these killers- not unless he had to. He’d lost too much to them already. First Bobbi, and then Gen. He sent her back to their campus for the rest of their break, not wanting her to be in the line of fire (and maybe because he saw the way Natalia’s eyes lit up when he suggested it to her). He wasn’t blind, he could tell Nat didn’t like Gen one bit, but he had a hard time figuring out why. But Natalia’s feelings were beside the point. Sam wanted Gen safe, so he had her pack her bags and get the hell out of this town. For now. They would solve this, and he would slaughter whoever it was that was behind Bobbi’s death.
God, he needed a break from his father breathing down his neck, seeking his keen eye for clues- a breather from this whole mess, but he’d be lying if he said that was the only reason he pressed so hard for Natalia to join him at the reunion. She’d always hold his heart, and now that they were finally friends, he wanted to spend as much time with her as he could. Making up for lost time of sorts, only now he wasn’t some lanky teen getting pushed around by her brother while she laughed from the sidelines. Things were different now and he couldn’t help but want to use his time wisely. Who knew when they would change their mind and kick him to the curb again? He didn’t have any wild expectations, knew that there was no way Natalia would ever feel the same way towards him, but being her friend was enough- and he needed all the friends he could get right now. Even if she was stubborn and wouldn’t let him do the gentlemanly thing and drive her to the event.
He felt strange, standing outside waiting for his ride to pull up- like a girl anxiously waiting for her date to arrive. A boy could dream, but hell, they both knew this wasn’t a date. Tonight was going to be dismal at best, but he knew he needed to go- and he was just thankful she agreed to be at his side. He couldn’t do this alone, not when he knew what would be waiting for him there. He fidgeted where he stood, smoothing down his suit and tucking his hands through his hair. He could hear his mother fussing around inside the kitchen at his back, knew she would be peeking through the window every now and then to sneak a peek at Natalia when she arrived. Mary knew how much her son liked this girl, but she kept quiet on the matter. Sam would talk when he needed to, which she appreciated, for neither Teddy nor Noelle would discuss anything of the likes with her.
When the sound of an all too familiar engine revved down the street, tires crunching over gravel as she pulled into his driveway, Sam felt his heart race. This was it. The closest thing he’d get to a date with Nat. Sparing a glance back at the little woman peeking through the curtains at his back, he made his way down to her car and squeezed into the passenger side seat. There was a soft pink tint to his cheeks as he fussed over the controls, backing the seat up enough to give him some leg room. It took a moment, but once he was finally settled in, he pushed his hair out of his face and flashed Nat a bashful smile- that quickly melted into a soft ‘o’ shape as he took in how truly breathtaking she was- even in this dim lighting she looked gorgeous. But he couldn’t say that, not to her. Sam could flirt with girls at school easily, while shyly still, but with Nat? He clammed up, didn’t want to risk breaking this fragile friendship they had. All he could offer was a nod to her question as he closed his mouth and glanced one last time at the house before they were on their way.
Sam really wishes she had let him drive, especially as they whipped into the parking lot and poorly parked, but he didn’t comment. He could see how anxious she was, knew this wouldn’t be easy for either of them. Laughing under his breath at her comment, he shook his head and slipped out of the small car the best he could without making a fool of himself. They walked side by side, a short distance between them because he had no honest sense of personal space- not when Teddy was his brother and they were glued at the hip. He focused on the heat radiating from her, on the click of her heels, on anything but that damn picture of Bobbi hanging on the far wall begging for all eyes to be locked on it. But how could he? How could he look anywhere but that smiling face, those eyes that once held so much life. She was his best friend, his first- his first everything. When Natalia gave him the cold shoulder, when other girls poked fun at how tall he was, she was at his side cursing them out- defending him as if it was her job to carry that weight. He loved her, had the chance to tell her and that’s all he could ask for. She never had his heart, not the way Natalia did, and maybe that’s why they drifted. She knew he’d never truly be hers, but that didn’t make them lose touch. Bobbi had been there, thick and thin and when she needed Sam the most, where had he been? What could have possibly prevented him from saving her? He couldn’t even remember that night, not anything but that phone call.
It was when he felt a tear track down his cheek that he finally snapped out of his daze, gasping softly as he let his head dip- hair hiding his face as he wiped at his tears. He hated himself for getting so emotional, but he couldn’t let go. Not of her.
He was stupid to think he could do this, that he could come here and things would suddenly just be okay.
Shaking his head, he waited until he knew he wouldn’t break to glance at Nat and force a weak chuckle as he said, “I don’t know,” and then, as he let his eyes wander across the room, the faces he’d grown up with, “I thought it would help, maybe.” How wrong he’d been, but he wasn’t going to let this ruin him, wasn’t going to let this ruin their night.
On a whim, he reached out and took her hand, giving it a soft squeeze as he apologized, “Sorry.” For what? He didn’t know. Crying? Embarrassing her, maybe? All he knew is that he needed a distraction, needed to turn his back on that portrait and focus on having a good time tonight. So he did just that. Stealing his hand away, despite really not wanting to, he moved to stand in front of her- a curious smile on his lips to counterbalance the sadness in his eyes as he asked, “So, is Alex on his way, or are we meant to face the ‘people we hate’ alone?” Alex would lighten the mood, or so he hoped. Gabe may make a stop by sometime during the night, and Sam knew that would help fix things, but he wasn’t sure if the man would actually show his face around these parts after all the pranks he’d pulled on these people. Chuckling under his breath at the thought, he shook his hair out of his face and let his eyes find Natalia’s. He didn’t know what it was- maybe the ache of losing Bobbi or the idea that maybe he didn’t have long left- but he found himself saying, “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
And she did. She put everyone else to damn shame. How could he dwell on what he lost when he had her right in front of him?
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
59 posts.
21 years old.
crushin'.
I am Female.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Mar 6, 2017 20:57:55 GMT
It was safe to say, Evans thought she would never find herself back in Beacon Hills High School. She had a deeper hatred for it then most of her peers probably did, considering she had dropped out of school years back. Still, with the tragedy that had been plaguing the town recently she figured she may as well go to their 6-years-too-early reunion. Beacon Hills was a strange town through and through, so it was really no surprise that they didn't stick to the usual 10 year reunion scheduled that the rest of America had seemed to embrace. She also wouldn't have been surprised if this ended up being a thinly veiled memorial type thing for Bobbi, their old class mate who had been brutally murdered by the rouge pack, though most of the people gathered at the high school wouldn't know how she'd died in as much detail as people like her and Nat.
Pulling into the car park, Evans was hit with a rush of memories. Flirting with older guys by their cars out here after school, not listening to teachers in her classes, picking fights with both students and teachers, no matter how old they were, sneaking into the library to avoid lessons, lunch times with Natalia. It was weird how simply looking at the old building could being back so many feelings and memories. Some more painful then others. She could remember little 14 year old Evans being dropped off at school on her first day- her dad parking the car around the corner because she didn't want to be seen in her dads car on the first day of school. Honestly, now she'd do anything to be able to sit with her dad again, but now he was gone. It had been a freak accident while they'd been stocking up on things like mountain ash- they'd ran into a pack of werewolves, and one thing had lead to another until they'd been running for their lives. She'd made it out with a a deep scratch along her midriff, and she still bore the scar of it, while her father hadn't been so lucky. He'd died in hospital a few hours after the accident, leaving her and her mother alone in the world. With a sigh, Evans tried to clear her mind of all the memories that had attacked it. She'd soon be walking into a room full of people who, probably, still hated her because of old grudges. She was deffiently reconsidering her choice to come tonight. She turned to face Clay, who had agreed to drive her to this fun-fest. Ever since their little run in when she was moving house they'd been becoming closer, spending more time together. She wasn't sure where it was going to go, but she couldn't deny that she found him attractive and charming. He seemed to be a nice guy, so where ever this did go, she'd be fine with it. He'd asked her to be his 'date' to this, so it was a step in that direction.
"You ready for this shit show?" She smirked, taking in his appearance once again. There was something about a guy in a shirt that Evans just loved for some reason. She checked her reflection in the mirror, shot him one more smile, then opened the car door and stepped out. The air was cool around her bare legs, and she felt odd in actual heels and a dress rather then boots and jeans. Evans hated dressing up- when you told her she was going somewhere where a dress was appropriate, it was very likely that she would turn up in a dress, but it would be a comfy, casual one that didn't match up to the others there. She just didn't care enough. Honestly, she'd be surprised if she made it through the night in her heels, and had chucked some old converse in the back of Clay's car just in case the heels got too much for her. She entered the school and was hit, once again, with more memories that she attempted to push aside, and she just carried on walking until she spotted Natalia. Well, she spotted Sam and then Natalia, as it was pretty difficult to not notice a guy like him. "Hey" She greeted, looking around at all the other faces that had made their way back to the town ad school. "I can't believe i'm actually back here"
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
22 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Alex Harper on Mar 7, 2017 19:16:18 GMT
Alex had realised a moment too late that his blazer had a hole in the elbow and by too late he meant Max and Ellie were already strapped in the car. “I’m just going to have to get cold in this shirt.” Alex grumbled, looking over at Max beside him as Alex put on his own seatbelt. He hadn’t worn this blazer, a dark red in colour, since his senior prom and clearly that night hadn’t ended too well. Not that Alex would be able to confirm or deny that, he woken up in his friend’s kitchen, trousers down by his ankle and a bottle of vodka in his hands, the rest of its clear liquid spilt out onto the floor. So in actuality, senior prom had been a great night for him.
From the back of the car, Ellie made some weird baby sound that Alex was still trying to figure out but as long as she didn’t a) cry or b) throw up, everything would be fine. The same went for Max, although it was more the crying that was a risk when it came to him. “Thanks for coming with me tonight, by the way.” Alex said as he pulled the car away from the drive and set off. Natalia had left a half hour or so ago complaining about having to go. Alex knew though that she was largely going just to be in Sam’s company, a person Natalia had been seeking out more and more. Alex wondered if she knew Gen had left. The only reason Alex knew was because he’d gone round to visit Sam’s dog. Man, he so wanted a dog. He supposed a growing baby and Max would have to do.
Truth was, Alex had asked Max to come because he didn’t want to slip into his old high school persona, not when there was someone who was relying on him so much. Eyes glancing in the rear view mirror, Alex could see Ellie, half-asleep but content in her baby seat. All Alex could hope was that by having Max and Ellie with him he resist going out on the bender and hooking up with some random person who he used to have Calculus with, or something like that. The roads to the school were quiet, a lot of people away on break or just not bothering to come outside or alternatively, scared shitless by the two recent murders. They were driving Alex crazy and the fact that one of the Little kids had already tried to be some kind of hero and deal with it herself just set his teeth on edge. He’d been watching Rose closely, making sure she didn’t get any of her own ideas. She seemed too distracted by her own teenage problems to care about the rogue pack all that much. Alex wondered how Max was going to feel walking into Beacon Hills High where both Bobbi and Charlie had gone, Max had mentioned that he’d met Charlie once and Alex was sure he’d mentioned something about Bobbi or maybe Alex had hallucinated that whilst deprived of sleep because Ellie wouldn’t stop crying at 3 in the morning.
Slowing as he turned into the school carpark, Alex saw a dodgy parked car with a familiar number plate and couldn’t help but laugh. “Clearly, Natalia is not planning on wooing Sam with her parking skills.” He joked as he switched off the engine. Popping open the driver’s door, Alex stepped outside and pulled off his broken blazer before heading round to get Ellie out. Rose had offered to take care of her but Alex had just suggested she invite her friends round and get pissed, the girl needed a break and their parents weren’t home so what did she have to lose? Holding Ellie close to him, her small hands held onto his shoulder loosely gripping into the material of his shirt.
“Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road.” Alex said, directing the words at Ellie but a smile directed at Max. Heading inside the school, Alex was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he took in the locker lined walls and the same linoleum floor. The hall was upon them within a minute or so and Alex could begin to hear the music being played. “Hey, just before we go in there, if you ever want to leave, just let me know, okay?” Alex asked as he pulled Max gently to a stop a few metres away from the main doors to the reunion.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
43 posts.
22 years old.
#evil.
I am Male.
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Post by Clayton Miller on Mar 8, 2017 5:23:29 GMT
It was odd how these things worked out. Pieces of a puzzle tumbling into place and all it had taken was a few murders and a friendly façade. It was embarrassingly easy to sneak into the hearts of the citizens in Beacon Hills. Offer them a sob story- dead parents who tossed him away when he was fifteen- and a helping hand and he wasn’t even considered a suspect. Clayton had been expecting suspicion, maybe even a cold shoulder, but a warm welcome and even a spot on the town’s main hunting team? It was more than he could have ever thought this little plan of his was capable of. Maybe it should make him feel bad, make his heart change directions so he could call off this whole murder mess- but how could he? It was because of these mindless townspeople that he was the way he was, that he was locked away in some dingy, white-padded room for seven years. The hunters weren’t quick enough. His friend was dead and Clayton was left wishing he was. Every month he began a monster, and the shift tore him apart- so he figured, why not let him consume him? He’d suffered enough. More than enough. Now it was time that they pay. He couldn’t lay a hand on the hunters who let him down, knew that would send too clear of a message once the dots were connected, so he went after the next best thing.
Their kids.
Bobbi was a not so accidental accident- for she hadn’t been on his list, but he didn’t regret taking down a woman in power. The cops hadn’t helped him, had summed it up to a rogue wolf and didn’t bother to investigate. Besides, Sam’s father had been sheriff at the time, and Bobbi was deputy now- well, not now- so it satisfied part of his carnal need for revenge. Charlie had been an unfortunate accident, and while Clayton had scolded the beta who had been behind her death, he couldn’t be too upset. What else did he expect from the mess of delinquents he turned? They were hungry for the power the moon brought on, desperate to please their alpha and murder seemed to earn the highest pride. It was a shame Bobbi killed the werewolf who attacked her because he’d have thrown a party for the man if he’d made it home. Especially after watching how not so little Sammy Winchester fell down a few pegs after her death. Served him right for what his family had done to him, after his family failed to save him- after he stole Natalia from under him.
Being rich had granted him a plethora of friends, the Harper twins and the youngest Styles son included, though it was mostly through their parents. Clay had been the charismatic teen who’d fallen for a pretty girl, the one he knew he wanted to marry one day, only, those plans fell through the moment his friend’s body hit the ground and he was left with a gaping bite mark on his shoulder. The Harper’s hadn’t been there to save him, and neither had the Styles’. What kind of hunters were they if they couldn’t keep their own backyard clean? He didn’t resent Natalia, how could he? But when he caught wind of the romance stirring between her and Sam? Something sick twisted in his gut, something far more bitter than the need for revenge as he warped his plan in the light of these new events. He was afraid he couldn’t get Natalia back on his arm any time soon, so he went after the next best thing- something so convenient, it landed at his feet. Evans. She was a unique girl, one he didn’t remember very well, but he’d learned that her family dealt with the supernatural as well when he’d been snooping through the town. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to hate her, not when she welcomed him into her new home and opened her heart to him. He learned quite a bit that evening. Her father had passed recently and that left her family in shambles. She worked at the vet, which he’d already discovered was simply a front. But most importantly, she was friends with Natalia. This was his in, the first step towards the fairy tale ending he craved.
No hero could save Beacon Hills from this villain.
Everything slowly fell into place after that. Evans and he had gone on a few ‘dates’, getting closer and well, she made him forget and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t crave that. His parents locked him away for years because they couldn’t handle the aftermath of the attack, all the wanted was someone to treat him normal and she did just that. She made him weak. She made this hard. Still, he couldn’t let go of his hatred now, so he pressed on. Luckily, because of Bobbi’s death, the town decided to hold a reunion of sorts in an attempt to bring people together. It was perfect. Natalia had to be there, it wouldn’t make sense if she wouldn’t. So, while neither of them actually graduated- Clay being pulled out of Beacon Hills at fifteen to be shipped into a mental ward (still a dirty little secret, he couldn’t let that information get out) and Evans herself had dropped out- he found himself blushing as he asked her to join him to the reunion as his date. God, if he wasn’t so hellbent on revenge, he should’ve become an actor.
She had agreed, not too surprising with the way they’d grown closer, and that’s why Clay found himself with her in the passenger seat of his car, dressed as casually elegant as she possibly could. She even got a laugh out of him as she tossed her shoes into the backseat, his eyes rolling fondly before he drove them towards the school he never missed. Parked, he glanced over in time to catch Evans checking him out (again) and he couldn’t help but smirk. Money did have its benefits, and he was definitely glad he splurged on this suit. “As ready as ever,” he shot back as he locked his car and moved at a steady pace to keep their steps even- their hands brushing every now and then with the promise of more later. A wistful look misted over his baby blue eyes as they stepped inside the auditorium where the event was being held, lips parted in awe as he glanced around- as he spotted Natalia.
With Sam.
He fought back a frown, knowing it would only raise questions. Instead, he let his hand tangle with Evans as they came to a stop, smiling bashfully at her before he addressed the others as well. “Long time, no see,” he greeted, wondering if either of them would remember him. Recognition crossed over Sam’s face, and the taller man found himself smiling in confusion as he asked, “Clay?” Rumor had been that he’d been shipped to a boarding school and he was fine living with that lie. “The one and only,” he replied, sparing Sam the briefest of glances before his eyes were set back on Natalia.
Damn, she put almost every other girl to shame. Almost.
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Human
Written by Megan.
75 posts.
21 years old.
bi bi bi.
I am Male.
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Post by Maddox Kane on Mar 8, 2017 6:25:19 GMT
If someone had asked him where he imagined himself to end up after fleeing his neglectful mother and abusive step-father, Max would probably stare at them in confusion- because who the fuck asked that? And how could they possibly know the life he had prior to leaving? It was rhetoric. No one would ever ask that, or at least not phrased as such- still, he didn’t know how he would answer, but it wouldn’t have been anything close to this. He’d left New York in search of a place where he would belong- where he felt safe and didn’t have to fear the dark of the night because the man who was meant to pose as his father had other ideas in mind. Max fled to California in search of a home, but he hadn’t been expecting to find one. Especially not with a man like Alex, or a little girl like Elena. Even Natalia was a step up from the crudeness he was used to. He didn’t expect Rose or the Harper parents. Didn’t expect to make a fleeting friend out of a man with a nickname worse than Max’s own birth name- Samsquatch, who could even come up with that? He didn’t expect to make a friend at all, let alone find himself a family.
He didn’t think he’d ever be thankful for the fateful events of that night, of the night Bobbi passed away in his arms, but if she hadn’t given her life to save Louly’s, well, Max would have never landed in Alex’s front yard. It pained him still to think of her, but at least he was able to tell her of all the things he was grateful she brought to him when he finally worked up the courage to visit her grave. Flowers in hand, he thanked her for the way Alex huffed and groaned when they put all of the crib’s pieces back into the box and carried it upstairs to build it properly there. He thanked her for the way Elena giggled, so full of innocence and life that it made him feel whole again. Voice breaking into a whisper, he thanked her for the night Alex had begged him to stay over, enticing him with hot chocolate and insisting it was too late for him to walk home- for the snores echoing in his ears as Alex slept for the first night in what must have been a long time as Max kept his baby girl curled up against his chest, soothing her back to sleep every time she woke because that was all he was really good at. Alex called him the ‘baby whisperer’ and yeah, he thanked Bobbi for that too. It was the first nickname he had that hadn’t been hurtful. He owed this, his happiness to the death of a woman who would never know his name- and that was one hell of a weight to bare.
But Alex helped him carry it without even realizing he was doing it. Now Max didn’t know what they were, doubted that they’d ever be boyfriends because who in their right mind would ever want to be with him, but he liked where they were. He loved that Alex didn’t hesitate to call whenever he had an ‘emergency’- varying from ‘Natalia’s being mean, tell her how amazing I am and that I don’t deserve this’ to ‘Elena won’t stop crying, and God, Max, I just want some fucking sleep’. He always answered, why wouldn’t he- he was like a lost puppy just wanting to keep his temporary owner satisfied. It didn’t matter what the request was, he’d always be there to help because Alex had been there for him when he’d most needed it. He was still there for him. Even with that being said, Max was still confused when Alex told him that he was going to be his date for some ‘stupid reunion’. He’d been stunned into silence, staring blankly at the man, and it wasn’t until Elena smacked his chest (angry that he’d stopped making faces at her) that he nodded slowly- looking like the damn idiot he was.
So here he was, standing in Alex’s living room in a suit he had to borrow from the man himself because, well, he wore the same pair of pants nearly everyday, did he look like he owned a suit? It was a little snug and he didn’t know how to tie his tie, but that wasn’t where his focus was. No, he was too busy bouncing little Ellie in his arms and grinning (which still felt odd, even though he’d spent weeks doing it in this very room) as he cooed, “Whos’ my pretty girl?” But she wasn’t his, and he was afraid that she may never be- especially in moments like this, when he knew what waited for them there. The reunion was subtly being doubled as Bobbi’s memorial, at the same school where Charlie went. They’d both died not long after meeting him. What if- what if it was his fault? What if he brought his bad luck with him and was spreading it like the plague? What if he got Alex killed, or what if-
But he didn’t get to finish the thought. Alex was calling down from upstairs, asking him to get Ellie in the car and who was he not to listen? It was a blur from there, panic warring with an emotion he could only name ‘oh god, Alex looks really good in that suit- why is it so hot in here?’ but at least Elena wasn’t crying and they hadn’t crashed on their way to the school. “You don’t need to thank me,” Max said when he felt he wasn’t going to hyperventilate, for even the idea of socializing took a toll on him, “It wasn’t like I had plans anyways.” And wasn’t that the sad truth.
When they arrived, he was a ball of nerves, afraid of what was waiting for him inside of there, but the anxiety he was feeling was quickly diffused by Alex’s joke. It was then that he spotted the severely poorly parked car and he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. Seems he wasn’t the only nervous tonight, and the idea of (big, bad, mean) Natalia being anxious, too, put him at ease. Still, he kind of wished he was the one holding Ellie if only because she kept him calm- and definitely because she was something he could hide behind- but he didn’t say anything, couldn’t bring himself to steal Alex’s little girl from him just for his own benefit.
Max was a bit startled, not a surprise, when Alex paused before they entered the room the event was being held in, but the confusion quickly melted into adoration as the man promised him an out. He wasn’t used to people caring, let alone taking note of the fact that this evening could very well push him over the edge. Not that it would be his first time crying in public. He had a fucked up childhood, it was the only thing to explain who he’d become.
“I will,” he answered softly, eyes wet with awe as his cheeks flushed a soft pink, “Thank you.” Alex didn’t know how much that meant to him, how much the idea that he had this man in his corner empowered him. He reached for Alex’s free hand, slowly and shyly to give him time to retract it, but when he didn’t, he only grinned wider and promised, “I’m ready.”
He had to be.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Mar 8, 2017 19:24:20 GMT
Natalia could virtually smell Sam’s reaction to her parking. She almost snapped, nerves getting to her but he didn’t say anything and her anger dissipated. Becoming a werewolf hadn’t helped with her quick to rise anger, it just enhanced the feeling and now Natalia needed to focus more on not shifting than just saying something bitchy. It was hard but she managed, and sure, she was an omega but Natalia was miss. Independent number one and didn’t need some kind of pack to have her back.
Seeing the picture of Bobbi left Natalia feeling not sad necessarily but regretful. She regretted not getting to know the girl, regretted not being nicer to her when they were in high school (although that sentiment applied to a lot of other people, Sam included) but most of all she regretted having to be here next to Sam when she felt the spot rightfully belonged to Bobbi. Natalia doubted she’d ever be able to offer him the support Bobbi had (or that Gen did, the bitch) but this was the start of trying. At Sam’s dipped head and the noticeable wipe of his tears which he tried to hide, Natalia’s heart clenched, her right hand reaching up to brush against his shoulder but hesitating half-way. She had no idea if physical contact was something he needed or if it would just push him even closer to the edge.
At Sam’s weak chuckle, Natalia offered him a soft smile, a level of gentleness she rarely could muster. Ellie was probably the one who saw that look the most and even then Natalia was ready to be the mean aunt if her niece did something stupid. That hand squeeze, fuck him. Fuck this night. That hand to hand contact set Natalia’s heart racing as if she was 13 years old again and boy did she not know what to do with that reaction. “Don’t be.” Natalia told him, tipping her body towards him so he could hear her better.
The loss of Sam’s hand brought a small frown to Natalia’s face as she returned her once again empty hand to her side. Was there a manual for this- for feeling like a teenage girl around your crush when you were in your 20s? Because if there was Natalia was ready to cringe her way through reading it just for a bit of advice. Maybe it was because it was Sam, maybe it was Sam that made this so difficult for her or maybe it was because she had zero idea on how to be romantic or affectionate. It was probably a combination of the both.
“Alex is probably running late but he told me he’d be here, so, I’m sure he’ll turn up.” And if he didn’t, her twin was going to be strongly spoken to when she got back. They relied on each other so heavily, like two sides of the same coin in every aspect of life. He was changing though but so was she. They were growing up and seemed to both notice the changes in each other before the other person did. Like the way Natalia had noticed Alex always watching out for Max, his phone constantly in his hand and often in some conversation with Max. It was nice, this new relaxed and caring side of Alex. Although maybe with Elena relaxed wans’t the best word to use. It was true, the little girl had stolen the hearts of all of the Harpers (and Max and Sam). Natalia just hoped that when Elena’s mom decided what she was going to do, it wouldn’t cut Alex out of the picture completely because Natalia knew, maybe more than anything, that losing Ellie would truly break him and Natalia wasn’t sure how she could rebuild that.
Sam’s next words took Natalia by surprise, her posture slackening ever so minutely. A dip of her head in embarrassment and a peering at Sam through her eyelashes came next. Someone stop her before she truly disgraced herself with blushing. Her cheeks held cool though and Natalia was able to smile. “Helps that I have someone handsome to be here with.” Natalia said smoothly and before either of them could dwell on the words too much they were joined by Evans and… Clayton?
Well fuck, that wasn’t a face Natalia had expected to see. Hadn’t Clayton gone to boarding school with the assumption that he’d never return? Natalia struggled to remember, it was years ago. Taking a small step closer to Sam (to make more room in the group, obviously), Natalia shot a smile at Evans, “you look hot.” She said with approval, a hint of mischief in Natalia’s eyes before they met Clay’s and that look faded. “Didn’t know you were back in Beacon Hills?” Natalia said to him as next to her she felt the heat from Sam’s body. Maybe Evans had mentioned it to Natalia and she’d failed to put the face to a name but here he was and here they all were.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
22 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Alex Harper on Mar 8, 2017 19:57:04 GMT
“I was going to be your plans.” Alex told him with a quick wink that he thought a moment later could have other connotations but decided to let it slide and hope that Max didn’t notice. “I was thinking I could finally beat your Monopoly winning streak.” Alex said referencing the endless games they’d play as they kept Ellie quiet and calm as she slept. Without Max, Alex wasn’t sure how he’d be coping with it all but Max was always offering help and Alex was eternally grateful for it- especially when it meant he got to sleep. Alex had taken to blaming his lack of sleep on his losing of the board game but the issue was he invested too quickly on shit opportunities and then ended up in endless debt by the end of the game. Maybe that was why he wasn’t investing romantically in Max too quickly even though he wanted to, wow did he want to when he saw Max in his suit, when he saw Max smile at one of Alex’s dumb jokes or when the man was playing with Ellie and Alex was half-dead with exhaustion.
Alex could sense Max’s nerves and sure Alex was nervous himself but realising he wasn’t the only one helped. Maybe that was why he cracked the joke about Natalia’s parking (which she’d probably slap him for saying or at least glower with her yellow eyes she liked to flash at him occasionally to display her displeasure- it was a neat trick). But humour was often Alex’s defence. Making a joke about the situation often felt more intuitive and sensible that talking through his problems. Maybe that was why he’d spend hours drinking, or at least that’s how it had been- before Ellie, before Max. A period that had not being that long before but felt like millennia ago.
The look in Max’s eyes when he stopped them set Alex’s heart stuttering, his own words failing him for a moment. It was such a pure look and one Alex wanted to see again and again, and hell, even again. Alex didn’t hesitate when Max reached for his hand, didn’t even pause as he laced his fingers with his. “Then lets get going- I’m sure Natalia is already scouting out the alcohol supply.” His twin would need to drink a hell of a lot to actually feel properly intoxicated which made her lethal in drinking games but as Alex noticed the picture of Bobbi, he doubted that a game of beer pong was how this night was going to end.
Holding Ellie tight to him, he could feel her small body squirming as she looked around. She attracted attention immediately and Alex was happy that he felt no shame in it. Felt no sorrow that he had a child, that he was a dad and that he was here holding Max’s hand. Sure, maybe he would have liked to know about Ellie earlier on but he had her now and wasn’t willing to lose her anytime soon, that was probably why he put his lips close to Max’s ear and said, “only let me, you, Natalia and Sam hold Ellie okay- I don’t want her being passed around by a bunch of 22 year olds with no career prospects.” His tone was light but he meant it, he didn’t want to lose sight of Ellie or not know who was holding her. She was quite possibly the most precious thing to him and he wasn’t willing to let her be hurt by some reunion-turned-memorial.
Up ahead Alex could see Sam (everyone could see Sam, so that wasn’t a shock) with Natalia and what looked like the back of Evans and someone else. “Do you want to go say hi to the only other people we know here or should we get a drink first?” Alex asked just before they reached the other group, making sure that Alex at least waved at Natalia before Max decided.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Mar 9, 2017 19:14:22 GMT
Of all the things that tonight promised—pain, misery, guilt, regret, and a bouquet of several other miserable moods—the thing that tripped Sam up the most was the fact that Natalia was trying. Trying to comfort him, to be there for him despite how uneasy it must make her—and that, that made all of those damn negative feelings worthwhile, because she was at his side, trying to soothing. He couldn’t ask for anything more, never thought this was even possible. For as long as he could remember, she’d been cold, a block of ice that froze people out and burned them with her frost—but here he was, chipping away slowly but surely and finding the warmth at her center. It was like a dream, like a miracle. Really, he shouldn’t have had such low hopes that this was possible, but he had. After all the years he’d known her, he hadn’t thought this she was capable of caring for anyone but her blood. Yet, here she was with concern in her eyes and in her voice. He never thought he’d be on the receiving end of that look, but Natalia was only human and surely anyone would pity a six foot plus man tearing up in the middle of room full of the kids who used to bully him—a room with a picture of his deceased best friend hanging just behind him. So maybe it was just that, pity, but Sam wanted to believe that it was something more. That maybe he mattered to Natalia, that these last few weeks of them getting closer meant more.
Before he could dwell on the thought too long, Natalia was leaning in closer, and his breath caught in his throat. How? How could she have so much power over him? Genevieve could do the same thing, bat her lashes and press up in his space, and he’d have some witty comment on the tip of his tongue as he flashed her a grin, but Nat? His mouth dried up, cheeks flushing in a way he’d gotten used to. Face it, if he was standing anywhere near Natalia, he was blushing like a fool—acting like one too. She made him stupid, made him weak and he just wished for one damn second he could play it cool and just act normal. No luck. She had him wrapped around her finger and he didn’t know how to untangle himself.
The frown on her lips unsettled him for a moment, leaving him confused. He didn’t know what he’d done. Was it because he’d taken her hand or—he was desperate and couldn’t help but hope—was she upset because he’d taken it away? He wasn’t given a chance to linger on the idea that maybe she had enjoyed him holding her hand because she was already moving on, effectively closing the topic before there had even been a chance for him to ask. Not that he would have anyways. He was terrified of her answer.
“He’s probably just a little preoccupied,” Sam tried to tease, desperate for a distraction from his own feelings, so he brought up Alex’s. That’s what he gets for being late and letting him and Nat be alone when she looked so beautiful. “You know, getting Ellie dressed,” he paused, dipping in closer to whisper, “Getting Max dressed.” Now Sam wasn’t one to ever wish anything ill upon anyone, besides those who deserved it, but he was honestly thankful that there was someone in the Harper’s life that was more awkward than him. Max was skittish, paranoid and that made him an easy target for their light banter—but only because it got Alex all flustered. He never meant any harm towards the man, could tell that he’d suffered enough in his life, so their jokes mainly consisted of getting each of them blushing over one another. It was the only time he felt normal around Natalia, when they were both picking at how much the man changed her brother. He had a mischievous grin on his lips as he lingered in her space, testing his previous ‘hand-holding’ theory with their closeness. “When do you think he’ll finally ask poor Max out?” He asked, genuinely curious because it seemed that they were both smitten. Though he understood the apprehension. They both had some pretty obvious baggage. Alex had a kid and commitment issues, while Max clearly had a troubled past that he wasn’t sure any of them knew the true details about. Hell, he was afraid to ask. It didn’t seem like something he, an acquaintance at best, should be asking.
Before he could ask another question, trying to make conversation and honestly curious about whether Alex was bringing Elena or not—he loved the little girl, for she, like her aunt, had him wrapped around her little fingers too—but he found himself speechless at her compliment back. It had been the last thing he’d expected, and confusion crossed over his features before he found himself flushing pink once more—head dipping as he chuckled bashfully. Did she really mean that? Could she?
Once more, he found himself interrupted as he glanced up in time to spot Evans and then someone he hadn’t ever expected to see again. He offered a smile to Evans in greeting, but it was weak- for he was distracted by the new comer. “Clay,” he’d asked as recognition sunk in. They’d been old friends, as their parents had all been close and thus they insisted their children should be too. Sam had always had an odd feeling about the man, and he knew it mostly likely had to deal with the crush Clay had on Natalia that never truly tried to hide. So when Nat took a step closer to him and not Clay, a strange sense of pride and courage washed over him and he found himself sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her close enough that their sides brushed. He didn’t like the way he was looking at her, and he hoped that this gave Clayton the message to ‘back the fuck off’ that he was going for.
Who knew all it would take was a little competition and a bit of jealousy to knock some sense into Sam? Natalia was single now, but she wouldn’t always be. She was breathtaking and truly remarkable. If he let this chance slip through his fingers, he didn’t know what he’d do. So he kept his gaze level with Clayton’s as the man glared at him, though it softened as he explained, “I never intended to come back, but with my parents passing, I had to return to go over the will and figure out what to do with the business.” That struck Sam funny, his heart aching because he couldn’t imagine losing his parents no matter how poorly he got on with his father—but he didn’t lessen his hold on Natalia, couldn’t.
His fingers were splayed over her hip, head dipped down in sympathy as he offered, “God, I’m sorry, man.” He’d heard of the deaths, but had been too busy with the rogue pack to his pay his respects and now he guilty for not doing so.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
59 posts.
21 years old.
crushin'.
I am Female.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Mar 9, 2017 23:13:30 GMT
With the four of them standing together it almost felt like they were about to go off on an awkward double date, but it just so happened that none of them were actually dating (yet). Once Alex arrived with Max she was sure that feeling would only get stronger, as Nat had told her a lot about her twins odd relationship with the even odder man. She ginned at her friend, giving her a once over. She'd always been jealous of Natalia; the woman seemed to look good in literally everything. "So do you" She complimented back.
The brunette raised an eyebrow at Natalia when she seemed to be surprised about Clayton being at the event, or him even being back in town. She'd deffiently blabbed about him to her on multiple occasions- coming closest to acting like a teenage girl then she ever had before. Snaps of outfits before dates, followed by late night run downs of what had happened. Evans liked to think she was a chill person, but it seemed that sometimes that wasn't true. Still, after years of friendship with her, she knew Nat wasn't always the best listener, and it was possible that she hadn't put a face to the name. Though Clayton was a pretty weird name, and Evans would be surprised if Nat genuinely thought two of them existed on the planet, let alone in Beacon Hills.
Evans had always had a talent for gauging peoples thoughts and emotions from their smallest mannerisms- it was something her parents had passed down to her, and they'd taught her how to develop it over the years. Her father especially insisted it was a needed skill in their profession, as they dealt with both supernatural creatures and temperamental hunters, it was always useful to be able to pick up on even the smallest signs of aggression. So when Sam was not so subtle with wrapping his arm around Natalia while almost staring Clayton down, Evans could tell something was up with them. She didn't really know the past that the pair had, though, so she just put it down to some kind of past rivalry and left it at that, not bothering to think about it too much. Instead she gave her dates hand a squeeze as the topic of his return to Beacon Hills was brought up. Something the pair had, unfortunately, realised they could bond over was the fact that they'd both recently lost parents. All Evans knew was that Clay had lost both his, though he didn't go into much detail about what happened, and Evans had never pressured him. She didn't think it was right that she asked him niggling questions about such a sensitive topic, she knew it would be like tearing at an open wound. He'd been kind enough to not ask for details about her father, which she was grateful for, not that she'd even tell him the truth if he did. You couldn't just tell a guy that your father was murdered by a werewolf- he'd think you were crazy.
Dead parents wasn't exactly the best conversation for a situation like this, especially when the mood was so soured by the picture of a dead class mate looming over them all. Evans offered Clay a comforting smile, hoping he was okay after having to bring the deaths up so early in the evening, before she looked back at Natalia and Sam. "I think i'm going to grab a drink, does anyone want one?" She asked, spying the few refreshments in the corner of the room. If there wasn't alcohol in any of those drinks Evans wasn't quite sure how she'd survive the rest of the night.
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SHIN OF ADOX
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Human
Written by Megan.
75 posts.
21 years old.
bi bi bi.
I am Male.
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Post by Maddox Kane on Mar 10, 2017 12:19:25 GMT
Innocent wasn’t quite the right word for Max, not by a long shot. It wasn’t that he had done anything bad, nor was he guilty of anything, it was just—just that his innocence had been stolen from him. He didn’t like to remember where it went, didn’t want to remember what he was like when it was gone. Naive fit better. He wasn’t a sheltered kid, but he’d never learned how to read someone. He didn’t know social ques or subtle hints or sexual innuendos—or rather, most of the time he didn’t know. He wasn’t a completely moron, just mostly. So when Alex dropped his voice, winked, and insinuated that he would have been Max’s plans anyways, the man just dipped his head in agreement. He missed the double meaning completely, for it went right over his head as he was left assuming that he’d been referring to just another evening between them. Like another game night, as Alex continued to explain. Monopoly, something he had never played before meeting Alex, turned out to be one of those few things he had a knack for—not that he let it be known. Alex had to suss that out. The first time he’d one, Alex had been upset and Max had quickly decided that he didn’t like that look on him, so he’d thrown the next few games until his friend had put two and two together to realize that he was being allowed to win. After Alex called him out on it, which led to a flustered and panicking Max because he’d thought he had been doing the right thing, it was calmly explained to him that he didn’t have to let Alex win, that it was no fun if there was no competition. Max has been kicking his ass in Monopoly ever since. He could tell it still irked Alex that he couldn’t beat him, but he always offered him a soft smile to reassure him as he made up some lame excuse on why he lost and how he’d ‘get him next round’—and that was enough to keep him from bawling like a baby. Which would wake the actual baby sleeping in either his or Alex’s lap depending on the night (and it was almost always Max’s because Alex had a tendency to throw his arms up and shift unhappily whenever Max landed a property he’d been gunning for).
A game night filled with fussing sounded like heaven compared to the stereotypical pop song playing from behind those doors, but he knew this was important to Alex—he wasn’t that naïve. So Max put on the bravest face he could muster, which was still kind of pitiful, but not as pitiful as it could be, and moved to keep in step with Alex as they finally walked through the doors.
Sweat was pooling in the palm of his hand and he knew Alex must feel it, but he was more scared of letting go than of the dampness. The man seemed unaffected by it anyhow, with his head held high and hold tight on both Ellie and Max—like he was proud to be walking around with them. It made his heart race, and, for once, not in a negative way—which was fucking odd. He wanted to laugh at the joke about Natalia, but he could everyone glancing their way and his throat closed up. He pushed himself tighter against Alex’s side, eye downcast out of habit. He didn’t belong here.
It was that bad habit of keeping his head down that saved him from seeing Bobbi’s picture, yet, and damn if that wasn’t the smartest thing he’d done thus far.
Though, he did glance up to meet Alex’s eyes after the man pulled away, his face heavy with thought as he nodded. Odds were that once Ellie was in his arms, he wasn’t going to give her up—so the father didn’t have to worry about his baby girl getting stolen tonight.
As he was offered a decision, Max had a brief moment of panic. What if he chose the wrong thing? Could there be consequences for that? But more importantly than that, he was afraid. He hadn’t been around Alex drunk, but he’d heard stories from Natalia about just how much he used to drink, and how he acted when he was intoxicated. Max had been around too man handsy, drunk men in his life to count and he didn’t want to add Alex to that list, didn’t not want to trust him, but the idea of walking over there to their small group when he could still barely lift his eyes from his shoes? Maybe one drink couldn’t hurt. He prayed, not that he believed anyone was listening.
“Let’s get a drink?” He asked, though it had meant to be a statement. His nerves radiated off of him, driving him to make himself press closer to Alex simply for something to hide behind—and maybe for something more, but his brain was in overdrive and couldn’t possibly comprehend his motives at this moment. It was times like this where Max just wished he was normal, wished he could hang off of Alex’s arm and grin at all these people who grew up with him. Wished he could just be whole for once in his life, but then again, this was the closest to that feeling that he’s ever been, wasn’t it? With Alex and his family? And hell, he wouldn’t even be here if it hadn’t been for his quirky ways, for that one moment of braveness where he ran from home and across country.
He may not be normal, but damn anyone who said he didn’t try.
Raising a chin a bit higher with a newfound determination, he sought out Alex’s eyes and said softly, “I think a drink would do us both well right about now.” And while he’d never be a fan of it, didn’t think he would ever be, they both needed it. Max didn’t see how anyone could make it through this hellish night and not have at least one drink.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
48 posts.
22 years old.
crushin'.
I am Male.
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Post by Alex Harper on Mar 16, 2017 19:51:46 GMT
This music, honestly, it was hurting Alex’s ears, he could only wonder how it sounded to Natalia’s sharp hearing. It didn’t help that the stereo system the school used hadn’t been updated for 30 years so that everything had a tinny note to it. They’d all just have to endure it and hopefully end up making enough noise themselves that it drowned out the sound. Alex peered down at Ellie, checking up on her to see how she was reacting to everything. Thankfully she seemed relatively calm but the moment she started getting upset or tired or hungry or all three, Alex would be ready to leave. So sure, maybe he’d bought her as a bit of a ‘get out of jail’ card but who could blame him? His bed was already calling to him back home thanks to the limited sleep he’d gotten before and amazingly enough it wasn’t even because Ellie had been crying. No, she’d slept soundly whilst he’d tossed and turned, his mind quickly switching back to worry about how tonight would go. With Max here, however, Alex hoped- no, knew – that it wouldn’t go too badly.
Walking into that hall made Alex’s heart stop for a second, his eyes quickly scanning from wall to wall and noting with slight unease the amount of looks Ellie in his arms and Max in his hand was getting. Not that he cared though (okay, actually he did care because his ego and how he appeared to his peers was very important to him but he would pretend that that didn’t matter to him anymore). No, any negative vibes people would give him tonight would just roll off his back. This was his life and he was past caring how the other guys on the lacrosse team saw that. After all, at least he wasn’t a secret werewolf. The feel on Max pushing closing to Alex set Alex’s hand squeezing Max’s own, his lips pressing together before he said, “they’re just jealous- they’ve all gone out and bought some new suits or dresses when they realise now, stupidly too late, that they could have just worn the same clothes again and looked just as great.” Because seeing Max in Alex’s suit had made Alex avert his gaze, throat bobbing as a rush of heat went through him and even now, in the hall surrounded by all of his old classmates, Alex only really had eyes for Max. “You look good.” Was all he could muster before he forced himself to look away again.
The space between Alex and Max once Alex stepped away seemed to far, felt like too long a distance. Alex could feel Max’s hesitation over the choice and he could only assume why. He knew Natalia had spoken to Max one evening about Alex’s drinking when they both thought Alex was asleep, Ellie being hugged tightly by her auntie. Alex had heard it thought- Natalia warning Max about Alex’s lack of control but mixing the seriousness with a view embarrassing stories that Alex cursed her for remembering but amused him still. Some of the stories weren’t as light hearted and they were the ones Alex questioned himself over every time he had a drink. That lack of control was not something he’d started to miss, not now that he realised how important it was to be in control of yourself to care for another.
Alex didn’t know what Max had been through, hadn’t wanted to push his friend to tell him but sometimes he caught glimpses of how life used to be through Max and wrote a mental hit list. Maybe that was why Alex’s eyebrows rose in surprise when Max suggested getting a drink. When Max reaffirmed his point, Alex just nodded a half smile on his face. “Sounds like a plan.” Alex said and Ellie twisted in his arms, forcing Alex to readjust her position. “No alcohol for you, missy.” Alex joked as he grabbed one of her little hands and gave it a gentle tug. “You’re not to take after you’re daddy, oh no.” Alex continued but Ellie only laughed, fingers clamping around the one lone finger her offered her. “You’re going to have to carry the drinks; she’s got me in a tight grip here.” Alex said to Max as he looked back at the man and began walking toward the makeshift bar in the hall. People all around them were talking enthusiastically about the colleges they’d been to, the jobs they had and where they’d travelled. Alex was struck with a realisation then that he didn’t want to boast about where he been and that all he wanted to do was spend the evening with Max and see how he was doing. 18 year old Alex would be so confused. At the bar, the barman only gave Ellie one quick perplexed look before asking what they wanted. The choices weren’t spectacular but on one hand that was a good thing, Alex wouldn’t be too spoiled for choice. Something was holding him back from answering and it only took a sucking feeling on his finger to tell him why- he was holding a freaking baby, tonight was not the time for drinking. “I’ll just have a coke, thanks.” He said before looking at Max to see what he would order but also to see how he’d react to Alex’s decision.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
43 posts.
22 years old.
#evil.
I am Male.
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Post by Clayton Miller on Jun 22, 2017 17:29:22 GMT
With those eyes on him, those deep hazel irises that danced with the softest hint of recognition, Clay faltered for a moment. It had been years since he’d seen her, since he’d been graced with her presence, and God, seeing her pressed against that buffoon had him burning. For the briefest of moments, he felt weakness—he felt like begging for a redo. Anything to go back in time and find a way to bump into her first, to have never left at all, but then the delicate fingers tangled with his shifted and he was brought back to himself. There was no point in wishing, no possibility that there was a chance to change the past. Besides, he had Evans now, a remarkable replacement to the real deal—but still, a replacement. He’d come back to Beacon Hills to seek revenge and whisk Natalia away, but there were set backs. Evans was meant to be a step in the right direction—for she was friends with the girl who was his goal, she was the one who would drop him into Natalia’s lap, but it hadn’t happened that way. For one, it seemed that the girl he was in love with when he was younger, the one who he clung to as he stared at blank walls for years, already had a lapful of overeager, overgrown Samuel Styles. He hated him, always had. There was never one thing that stood out, he just couldn’t stand the man in general.
Maybe it started with the fact that Sam was obscenely taller than him and always had been, but it had morphed into something darker and crueler over time. He found himself nitpicking at everything that he didn’t agree with about the boy and when he’d been attacked, it was easy to put the blame on the hunter prodigy that couldn’t save him from a deranged wolf.
But more than his distaste for Sam and the fact that he’d beat him to Natalia, Evans posed a problem. Clay hadn’t meant to care for the girl, but he’d fallen. Hard. There was just something about her. He hated himself for it, but as he watched the giant of a male manhandle Natalia, he relaxed. He didn’t have to turn into a caveman over Evans, for she was all his. There was no doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t bat an eye at anyone else.
Still, Natalia had a place in his twisted heart and it would take time for him to decide.
Under her attention, however, he pulled out all the big guns and was set on guilt tripping the pair. He had no qualms about doing so.
“I never intended to come back, but with my parents passing, I had to return to go over the will and figure out what to do with the business,” he murmured softly, dropping his gaze, and playing the role of mourning son to a ‘t’. The show seemed to work, for Sam showed his remorse and Evans was fidgeting beside him. He didn’t know if he was thankful for her trying to break the topic or upset—this was his show, after all. He wanted to gain as much sympathy as he could, twist their perception of him so they wouldn’t see it coming. In a month’s time, he’d have this town in ruins.
So he smiled tenderly back at Evans, watching Sam relax from the corner of his eye. Good, he wouldn’t see it coming when he stole Natalia from under his nose.
“Just a water,” Sam answered, and Clay gave him an odd look for it. He could smell the grief rolling off the man, didn’t understand why he wouldn’t take something stronger. He didn’t comment on it, however, just squeezed Evans hand and offered, “I’ll go with you?”
He had to see who else was left in this town, who else he had to slaughter.
That, and well, being a cunning, evil bastard left him parched.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
86 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Natalia Harper on Jul 7, 2017 13:31:51 GMT
It felt to Natalia like there were too many people here. Like the room was too small, too hot and too loud. If there’d been an easy way to slip out of the hall she probably would have taken it for everything suddenly felt like too much pressure. She had to try though, for Sam and for her brother so that they both knew she was there for them. She had to try for herself too, to prove that she could handle being social after she’d been turned. In high school, she’d been happy to socialise, could easily spend nights out with friends and could flirt her way through a conversation with ease. Being bitten had changed that for it had changed everything she stood for so that she hadn’t been able to recognise herself for months after. She was returning more to herself now though and sure, she’d always be cold with most people but she was willing to allow herself to open up and warm to those she cared for. Especially if that person was over 6 foot tall and in need of a haircut.
Natalia smiled at Sam’s comment on Alex dressing Max, the scene so easy to picture she couldn’t help but laugh. She’d found herself alone with Max a few times and had scaled him up to be nice enough, if not a bit odd. There was something there though, in Max, that Natalia often wondered about for some seed of darkness and despair was always noticeable when she was around the man even if Max was smiling and cooing over Elena. Most of all, Natalia didn’t know if Alex had any idea of this darkness that lingered in Max but she didn’t feel it was her place to ask or say. Maybe if Alex and Max’s relationship progressed she would mention something to her brother but until then she would stay silent on the matter. Sam being so close to Natalia had her breath hitching, her eyes locked on his face, drifting between his lips and eyes, caught in a trance between the two. It would be so easy to close the gap between them to just reach up and… that was too off-topic and if Natalia wasn’t careful she’d end up accidentally going through with her imaginings. “Hopefully soon,” Natalia replied as she dragged her gaze away from Sam and over to the drinks stand where she was sure Alex would end up soon enough. “I just don’t want either of them to get hurt though.” She admitted, knowing that that outcome was highly likely when her brother was involved.
The effect her compliment had on Sam had her smirking in her mind, glad to see that her test of those particular waters caused positive results. As the night continued, Natalia had to admit that she knew for certain that she was going to continue to test his feelings for her. Natalia wasn’t sure what it was but she found herself more and more desperate at the weeks drew on to touch Sam, to kiss Sam, to tell Sam everything about herself but maybe it was that last part that had made her hesitate from telling him outright. She had no idea how he would react and she was terrified of what she would do if his reaction was a negative one.
Ah, Evans, Natalia grinned back at her friend, glad to see that the other girl had pulled through and come. Natalia’s initial surprise at seeing Clay quickly faded as she suddenly put two and two together with the Clayton Evans was dating and the Clayton that she used to know. Clearly Natalia had just been too caught up in her own mind to focus on Evans relationship which she guessed now she should have maybe looked into a bit more.
Sam’s arm wrapping around Natalia’s waist shocked her for just a second before she allowed herself to relax, savouring the feeling it gave her. However, it was the cause of Sam’s action that had Natalia take pause and remember what Clayton used to think of her which only helped too support her idea that Sam liked her. Or maybe she was just overthinking everything too much and actually just needed a big distraction from her thoughts before she jumped to a rushed conclusion.
“Oh, sorry to hear that, Clayton.” Natalia said whilst feeling like she’d already surpassed her ability to comfort others quota for that evening. Natalia was about to offer to go with Evans to have a quick chat about how much of a bad friend Natalia was but Clayton had already offered. Still, Natalia and Sam both needed drinks. “Let’s all go, I think my brother’s over there as well.” Natalia added, looking up at Sam to check he was okay with going. She was sure that he’d be more than willing to go if he knew that Ellie was over there, “pretty sure he bought Ellie, too.” She said, a gentle smile on her lips as she momentarily forgot that Evans and Clayton were right there whilst her little daydream took over. Who allowed her to become such a sop. She was meant to be hard and unbreakable, not some mushy girl who was staring up at some guy she liked.
She needed to get a grip, and fast.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
59 posts.
21 years old.
crushin'.
I am Female.
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Post by Evangeline Rose on Jul 18, 2017 16:09:06 GMT
Evans watched Sam's arm snake around Natalia's waist, wondering when on earth that boy had gathered the courage to make a move like that. Evan's wasn't stupid, the complete opposite of it actually, and she'd seen Sam pining after Nat for years but never really make a move, but now that had changed. It was just an arm around her waist, but the way he moved, the hint of jealousy in his eye obviously showed it was something more then a friendly gesture. She tried to lock eyes with Nat, ask her what was going on with him, in the silent way that only girls seemed to be able to master, but there was no luck, so she just made a mental note to ask about it later.
Everyone seemed to be done with the topic of Clays dead parents, and not a moment too soon. Dead parents was a conversation Evans didn't particularly like having at the moment, and not just for the sake of social boundaries. Sticking to what was okay to socially talk about was something that Evans had never been that interested in- she'd talk about whatever she wanted to talk about, thank you very much, but it was still a topic that was very close to the heart, and talking about it almost felt like sprinkling salt onto an open wound, so when everyone agreed that it was time for a drink she was more then thankful. She nodded at Sams request, though she couldn't say she agreed to such a boring request, but each to their own she supposed. Personally, she'd be going for something with a little more of a buzz- but then again when didn't she? She smiled up at Clayton as he spoke, glad to be standing next to him, their hands intertwined. "Sure" Evans knew she was an independent bitch who didn't need a man, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy having one around. She and Clay were barely dating at this point, and she sometimes wondered if that was even right word for them yet, but already she was enjoying hanging out with him and spending time with him. He seemed like a nice guy, if not a bit broken, but so was she, and she almost felt like, given time, they could really help heal each other. She looked back at Natalia when she suggested them all going, and shrugged "Yeah, if you guys want to come" She really didn't mind either way, though if they all needed drinks they may as well all go. She peered over at the bar, and low and behold, Alex and Max were both their, a baby strapped to Alex. Evans couldn't help but notice that they must look like the cutest little gay couple, and she wondered how many people already had seen the pair together and thought that. Alex, the classic high school womaniser, was now a gay man with a child. She knew it wasn't completely true, but it was still an amusing thought.
She glanced at Sam and Nat having yet another moment, and decided to head over to the bar with Clay. The other two could catch up once they'd finished pretending they weren't in love. She began walking, hand still in Clay's, until she'd reached the bar and took a place next to Alex and Max "hey!" She announced. She'd been friends with Alex as long as she'd been friends with Nat, though they weren't as close, but Max was still mostly a stranger to her. The man was odd, there was no denying it, and she kind of wanted to get to know him, find out why he was the way he was. She looked down at Ellie then and smiled, cooing out a little "hello" to the girl. Evans was nowhere near a maternal figure, and she would not trust herself with looking after a baby for more then 5 minutes, but she still had to admit that Ellie was adorable.
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