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@dormivegliastilinski
i'm so scrambled about replies and starters, it's ridiculous, and this new update isn't making the roleplay life any easier. if i owe you a reply or a starter, could you please like this and verify which one so i can start getting back in the action?
You are a hurricane of a girl; remember to breathe every once in a while, do not drown within your own storm.
i think i saw you smile once, Emma Bleker (via mccallistic)
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Okay so from here on out, any threads that take place within the main verse will occur with possessed!Lena (You should read the drabble for more information). This does not mean that she will be possessed in any of the threads we already started prior to this event, or any threads that take place in other verses where the possession didn't happen. However, if you would like to start a new thread in the main verse prior to Lena's possession, just let me know. I won't mind either way. But you should know... possessed!Lena is going to be oodles of fun ;D
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The party was, surprisingly enough, the Sheriff's idea. Something about Lena needing to get out of the house and relax. That's what he'd referred to it as. Relaxing. "You need to have fun, kid." He'd said. "Get out, make friends, relax every once in a while. Be a damn kid for once." It was one of those nights where he'd be home, buried up to his neck in paper work anyway. So if she went for even an hour or two and wanted to come back home, he'd pick her up. But the deal was that she had to at least try first.
Which was why Lena currently found herself sandwiched in between various juniors and seniors, attempting to be gentle as she nudged her way through gyrating hips and sloshing red solo cups. It hadn't even been twenty minutes and she could already feel the anxiety building at the base of her spine, setting her nerves alight. The room was too crowded. The music was too loud. If she didn't find a safe corner soon, she'd be stuck in the middle of it all for the rest of the night.
The living room and kitchen were connected, with a large window pass-through that they'd been using as a refill station for beer and alcohol. She could see where the guest bathroom was, having watched a couple exit, not-so-slyly fixing their clothes back into place. It was sure to smell rank, but she needed space. She needed air. And the bathroom was the only place she was likely to get any of that right now. Forcing her way through the crowd (well, it was more like dodging and ducking around people), Lena squeezed her way into the kitchen and to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Clicking the lock. Closing her eyes and leaning against it, taking a deep, shaky breath.
For a moment, her shoulders dropped. The separation of rooms made the realization of where she was and what she was doing much more manageable. One could even say that it put her at a temporary ease.
Until she heard the noise a soft clicking. No, a... tsking? Someone was in the bathroom and tsking her? Face contorting in confusion, Lena opened her eyes and... instantly regretted it.
A young woman was peeking at her from behind the shower curtain. Dark haired, green eyed, olive skinned. She was gorgeous. Model kind of gorgeous. But there was something about her; a strange glint in her eyes that made Lena uneasy. Then she stepped out from the claw foot tub, one long, tan leg at a time. Barefoot. The white lace of her dress brushing against toned knees. And... dark bruises pressed into her throat. The dry-rotted twine of an old rope dangling from behind her. Almost as if it was connected to her A slight shift of her dress and the noose appeared, hanging low at her chest like a necklace. And instantly, Lena understood.
"No... no,no,no." she muttered, turning her back to the young woman. Shaky fingers reaching for the clasp of the door's lock. Practically hyperventilating. Practically sobbing. "Please. Please. Not here. Not now."
"Shhh..." A soft voice. A cool breath of air washing over her collarbone. Icy lips pressing a deft kiss against the base of her neck, causing goosebumps to raise. Cold, bloodless fingers folding over her own, pulling her hand away from the door.
But then the icy lips were replaced with an icy tongue, a slow swipe up the back of her neck from base to hairline, and her unease skyrocketed into full blown panic. Definitely hyperventilating now, she tried to reach for the lock again, but the fingers wrapped around her wrist, firm and steadfast. And with a violent jolt of terror, she realized she was being pulled backward. Away from the door. Away from escape.
"No! Please! PLEASE!"
On the opposite side of the door, rap music blasted loud enough to shake the walls. Loud enough to drown out the screams. Even the few drunken stragglers who tried the doorknob after one too many beers simply figured that the bathroom was occupied, and instead went in search of the other two that the house contained. No one suspected anything was wrong.
Minutes passed before the bathroom door opened again. A blonde girl named Becky stood but a foot away, two red solo cups in hand. When she saw Lena, she extended one out like it was an olive branch, smiling softly. She knew Lena from Chemistry class. They often partnered up for lab projects, but they weren't really friends outside of school. Lena wasn't exactly someone who could be considered easily approachable.
"You okay?" Becky asked. "Looked like you were ready to bolt before."
Lena took the proffered drink, free hand rubbing at her shoulder and neck as if she was trying to knead an impossibly stubborn knot out.
"Oh I'm fantastic." She smiled back at the blonde, warm and inviting, taking a long pull of beer from the cup. Like she hadn't had anything to drink in ages.
"Never felt more alive."
dormivegliastilinski
”I’d lie if I said I wasn’t creeped out,”
”Please tell me you're just another figment of my imagination.”
*rises from hibernation just in time for the tumblr update*
... damn son.
whoop! lena's blog has been edited! there's an update tab and playlist and everything. i should get a gold star for how long it took me ._.
”Dad,”
"Oh... You okay? " Of course he's not okay, moron. "Do you want me to talk to him when he gets up?"
”He hit me,”
"Who?"
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" —- Completely serious actually. I think it’s a great idea. Probably the best I’ve ever had. Yes. Yes! “ He quickly lifted Lena onto his shoulder, carrying her out into the hall just as certain horrid sounds began creeping through Stiles’ door. “ We need to leave. Leaving now. “
" Wha — “ Her words cut off with a grunt, as suddenly there was a shoulder pressed against her rib cage and she was bent forward, watching the now upside down hallway pictures reel passed. " Stu, the sound of Stiles' getting some does not affect my ability to walk. “ Her ability to stomach food for the next few days, maybe.
Alec decides that he likes his sister. He can’t quite remember her name — he tended to zone out when Stiles rambled. (Some brother, right?) Her sentence cuts off and Alec scratches the side of his neck, looking over at her uncomfortably. How as he been? In all honestly: Alec has no idea. He’s been fairly numb since coming ‘home’ but he can’t exactly say that, can he? ”I’ve been.” That’s a fairly safe answer, right? “You?”
I've been... The answer comes so easy to him, she figures it should be just as easy for her. But there's so much she could attach to the end of that sentence; so much that she can't attach to the end of that sentence. But brother or not, none of it is any of his business and he probably only asked to be polite anyway. So she offers up a shrug in reply and changes the subject. "You hungry?"
She could have prevented it. And, if not, she could quickly reverse the situation. But that smile was worth all the sweet torture she would probably suffer from being still and quiet. Sometimes the loser of a battle earned far more than the winner, and damn it, if she was going to stay on top of her, smiling like that, she didn’t mind losing all the battles for the rest of her life. Yet, she still arched her back and moved her hips, pretending to want to move… God forbid Lena knowing she was losing on purpose. But it was so incredibly fantastic to see her so light hearted, so very secure of herself while laughs filled the room, bringing life to the two girls that some times had a bit too much. With one more upward movement from her hips, she then sighed and laid down, comfortably. “ I suppose I’m all yours. Don’t be mean. “
Soft fingertips dipped beneath the bottom hem of Cassia's shirt, gingerly exploring the warm expanse of skin they found; brushing across flat plains of stomach and sharp juts of hipbones, but not digging in. Chocolate brown orbs were narrowed playfully, studying the blonde's facial expression with an inquisitiveness that was far from innocent. A silent foreboding of things that may or may not come. Then, as if a metaphorical light had been turned on, a tide of certainty washed over Lena's face, and she leaned forward with a wry grin. "All mine, hm?" A murmur of words and then her lips and fingers attacked in sync, connecting with their designated targets; an unguarded mouth and a vulnerable side.
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theY HAVE THE SAME EXACT INJURIES THO????
you do not understand the w e i g h t i place upon my own shoulders
“ I wanna spend time with my beautiful baby sister. Also Malia is here, so we better head out now before we start hearing howls of passion coming from Stiles room. Come on sweetheart, everything is on me. “
Ah, there is it. Malia. “ Just one more question... Are you serious about the tattoo thing? And if so, please tell me you're not planning on spending your entire paycheck on me tonight. “
"Are you okay? You look like you're ready to drop." The comment is fairly ironic coming from her; with the split lip, bruised face, and dark purple imprints under her eyes from insomnia, Lena's the one who looks more likely to drop. Not that she will, of course. It took a lot of pleading to coax the Sheriff into letting her go to school at all after her little... episode. If you count getting hit repeatedly in the face by a dead girl at two thirty in the morning an "episode". Self-inflicted her ass. Blackout... More like bullshit.
