YOU CAN'T LOOK BACK.

there is something ugly inside of you. and it will eat your heart if you let it.

[joslyncuriie]

@axkowvlski​ ,

                    “Don’t worry I’m not here to mother you again,” the faint recollection of their last encounter elicited such extempore, sliding into the bar seat in tandem. Her casual interaction around the town in general was next to none, her fears of running into Beck having simmered as of late; said hunter having been relatively absent in recent months much to Joslyn’s luck. “What’s the drink of choice for tonight?” She inquired, not keen on the activity much herself in later years. 

[marvelactress]

Evangeline Lilly for DUJOUR Magazine January 2014

[joslyncuriie]

MFK: Holden, Malchester, Noah

          “---- What’s a Malchester?”

[joslyncuriie]

MFK sorry fuckboy addition: JD, Nolan, Jer

          “Surely I wouldn’t hear the end from Nolan if I didn’t put him on the fuck side of this fantasy what if list. I could marry JD, we were close friends when I first lived here and at least then, he can go get some action and we’d just be those friends that are married and hang out together all the time. Kill Jer, I’m not sure who that is, sorry.”

[joslyncuriie]

MFK: Bonnie, Cassidy, Tatum

          “Well, doing any of the first two with Cassidy would be sort of weird, since I consider her older brother like a father figure to me. Yikes. So I guess kill Cassidy, sorry. Marry Bonnie, I don’t really know her that well, she sounds sweet. And whichever one that’s left for Tatum.”

[rhianonns-deactivated20220809]

Well, fear’s sort of an odd thing.

[joslyncuriie]

Beck.

A humorless chuckle graced sharp vocal chords, the hunter’s amusement growing with every stitched nerve that sewed themselves into a rather comical mask of pure terror on Joslyn’s face. Like a deer trapped in menacing headlights without any sense of direction towards where to flee; safety didn’t exist in Red Creek. “Life might be a little easier if you start expecting the unexpected.” Or in this case, entirely obvious since Beck would never be the kind to allow someone hunted across two different continents to simply slide by without acknowledgement. “You look nervous, babygirl. Worried I might gut you right out in the open? Don’t panic— I never did like an audience.” Solitude had always been more her style and the dramatics of disemboweling a super in plain view of the whole town were better reserved for the less confident in her trade. As entertaining as it might have been to leave a potent warning to the rest, she preferred a more subtle venture when on her own. “You still haven’t answered the most important question: did you miss me?”

          It was that horrid lurch in her gut, such panic that grasped at her throat and choked the life out of her. It wasn’t just the sight of Beck, hunter turned ghost for the werewolf who had been so sure Beck had been apart of the fire that had enveloped the Talbot home. For her, it was that unfortunate twist of relief that mingled so desperately between the lines of her own fear. It all trickled down to how Joslyn’s entire life had been such of living on the run. Where perhaps destiny would never be kind to those like her, who held her heart so naively in her hands. Who clung to the merest show of care that was presented from others. Even with her pack having been brutally murdered by the woman who stood before her, a mere stranger now compared to the fabricated version that had been presented to her; Joslyn was still hit with a pang of relief. A feeling that soon became mangled with such guilt, to be conflicted over someone who she felt such real affections for. That very same person who snuffed out such affections in a single night that totaled out to a massacre of her people. To miss the memories that someone could no longer provide was likely the deepest suffering for her of all. Perhaps only second to staring them in the face and knowing it was all an act projected onto her naivety. Such scorn that she felt condemned to was enough to leave her at such a lack for words, finally mustering out a reply through gritted teeth. “----No. But ---- in some strange way, I’m relieved you didn’t die. I do suffer from an abundance of empathy.” A strangled chuckle left her lips, as she tried to appear as blase as Beck had clearly mastered so long ago. Besides the lack of an ability to lie, it was clear Joslyn was also plagued with having a heart that was far too heavy for her own good. Presented now as she offered a sheer sliver of truth that covered her own relief. 

[joshholloway]

[joslyncuriie]

Bishop.

                “ — You’ve changed and its scaring me into doing things that I never usually do, I hope you know that. Just beyond the bunch of trees that look sorta menacing and as though they’re urging me to turn around and just leave you here. Which we know I can’t do so — okay, no more talking and more; action..”

          “I’m trying this whole new screw fear and make your own course and all that... but honestly, it’s making me feel like throwing up right about now. Still, I’m trying. You have to give me credit for that.” A weak smile blossomed on her lips, “Just.... trust me. Chris told me about this place. It’s... for target practice.” Leave it to her to be a werewolf and yet still cling to more human grade forms of protection. Like a handgun in which she had no idea how to even hold, much less take aim and fire if it ever came down to it. 

[joslyncuriie]

Prescott.

He didn’t know if he was smiling because he had met someone that was terrible at cracking joke or cause he had heard the name of his brother, a brother who tended to be more MIA than him but got less shit than he did. It didn’t even matter at the moment since the laughs had been heard and placed out there. “You’re not even a bit curious about the events that lead to the death of some key members of the community?” Perhaps he wasn’t reading things right but he felt like something was off. “In this town? Nothing. So you know Chris?”

          “It might sound insensitive but nope, not entirely.” Of course it terrified her beyond means, but her fears were never something she voiced quite often. Even to those she should consider family, like the Talbot’s. Still, Prescott was as good a stranger as any and with that she could shrug, offering a noncommittal smile, “I feel for their loss but -- I just --- curiosity gets you killed, I guess.” The simplest way to put it, even if she couldn’t quite express it properly. A chuckle bubbled in her throat, raising a brow at the other. Joslyn was still getting used to the whole thousand year old werewolf family... bit of the equation. Sometimes she figured they likely went hundreds of years without speaking to each other and that likely felt like the blink of an eye. “Kind of became my dad figure when I really needed someone to lean on. Raised me, trained me; that whole bit. Guess he never mentioned that, hm?”

[joslyncuriie]

Nolan.

“No shit, you’re a scissor sister. That explains everything.  Let me tell you, I was aggressively hitting on you all that time and getting damn radio silence, that doesn’t happen to me. This little revelation – all the pieces are coming together. It’s not me, it’s you.”

           Mouth hung slightly open at Nolan’s choice of words, breathing out a dry chuckle, “Uhm, have you ever thought that your aggressive approach of flirtation might also be apart of the equation?” Not that it was her reason for a lack of interest but hell, if she could make him care about the aspect of his own vulgarity maybe he’d tone it down a notch. 

[joslyncuriie]

Bishop.

                 “That’s all really good points and now I can’t actually think of like, a counter argument so —- okay, I’m blindly following you in this reckless decision that you are actually making and maybe, just maybe we’ll make it through this.”

          “Come on now --- nobody ever had fun by laying low and not taking risks. Which -- okay, I definitely am starting to scare myself because I’ve never really been one for this type of stuff. But, let’s just keep going and stop talking about it before I change my mind. We’re almost there. It’s just past this bunch of trees.” 

[joslyncuriie]

Cristina.

              “Exactly, sweets, it was a form on punishment. Children are literally doing this for fun and thinking it’s hilarious when they are hospitalized for eating fuckin’ laundry detergent. Over a thousand but we’re all still fuckin’ hot. Focus on the facts that matter here, darling.”

          “I’m just saying --- everything was all misconstrued and twisted back then. We should just be happy that humanity still got this far.” Not that it was ever without its slip ups. “Besides -- I’ve begun to learn that half off the Internet is faked for views or whatever the hell is so sought after.” Lips split into a small smile, appreciate of the humor as a chuckle escaped her, “Right --- I’ll try not to forget that, even though Chris is basically the closest thing to a dad I’ve had so --- ew, creepy.”

[joslyncuriie]

Beck.

The timid voice couldn’t have been misplaced if Beck tried, her familiarity with its cadence and timbre almost criminal and most assuredly hypocritical considering recent aggravations. "Is that disappointment I hear?” The hunter pivoted slightly to face her supernatural counterpart with a half-smirk adorning usually stoic lips. A haze of memories from Italy whispered in the back of her mind like the gentlest of fog that she didn’t dare peer into— for fear of staring her own sins in the mouth. Lines had been crossed which even she couldn’t deny and the only witness to her slip stood before her; breathing, living, existing despite every inclination to remove such a threat to her reputation. “C’mon now… Did you really think it was that easy to get rid of me?”

          She took a step back as if that small stretch of space would ever allow Joslyn to escape with her life. The hunter certainly had a proven reputation to deny any possibility of the werewolf outsmarting her twice. To have slaughtered the entirety of her small pack within the blink of an eye, to know that Joslyn was to blame for leading them all to slaughter. For entrusting the woman who had sheathed her weapons and put on an alluring disposition all to destroy her life and all those she had come to admire. “I---” Her mouth had went dry, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. With all that Chris had taught her she had never done her part in fully accepting her beastly counterpart. The part that could perhaps save her in moments like these, instead of focusing on obtaining a gun -- of becoming Beck’s equal as if she ever had any sort of knowledge of such hunter world at all. “I guess you just keep surprising me,” she sickly breathed out, such wave of nausea rushing over her. It was as if the air had thinned and she was scrambling for that final intake of breath that could help save her damned life. 

[joslyncuriie]

Devlin.

“You’re supposed to be awed and inspired, but I’ll settle for impressed.”

          “Right --- the whole pass it on sort of nature? I just didn’t think you had it in you, if I have to be blunt.” 

[joslyncuriie]

Prescott. 

“First of all dirt was here long before us. Second of all age doesn’t mean that I know everything. If that was true then Chris would be a fucking genius and I think we can both agree that isn’t entirely true. Yes everyone seems to know the general news, suppose you don’t know the details? Like how or why?” Prescott had been in town less than two weeks and he already was in his I hate everyone mood.

           “Yeahh, that was my attempt at a joke --- clearly it didn’t land as I might have hoped.” Not that she was known for her quick wit or the like. “Well Chris taught me everything I know, I’d like to think he’s pretty smart,” she offered a noncommittal smile, “I’m never one to ask on the details. A party like that isn’t something I’d have jumped at the chance to be at in the first place,” Joslyn offered a small shrug, “It definitely wasn’t something natural... --- but what else could you expect?”

[iheartlost]

Evangeline Lilly on set of “LOST”