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ephcmere:

closed starter for @lxstman , isaac lahey

BLONDE WAVES BOUNCED, as the werewolf maneuvered her way around the crowds forming. normally, festivals weren’t really her thing, but she could think of worse things to do with her time. erica had been making her way past the booths of games that’d been set up, only pausing when an all too familiar scent caught her attention. it’d been years now & she probably didn’t even really have the luxury to consider him her pack anymore, but she’d know him anywhere. gaze moved around, attempting to stay as nonchalant as possible, until she saw him. ❝ isaac, ❞ she called, tone bold to ensure he’d hear, as she approached. ❝ —— holy shit, it’s really you. ❞

isaac froze in place when he caught whiff of that scent, the one that haunted his dreams most nights now, reliving a life he was trying to grasp was actually his. he turned around, eyes widening at the sight of familiar blonde hair and eyes that he’d know anywhere. “ erica? “ he asked, not waiting for a response before he’s walking quick to eliminate the distance between them. “ holy hell, you’re here, “ is all he gets out before he’s wrapping his arms around her and hugging the girl. “ i’ve missed you so much. “ the fact that she was alive in his arms was a relief, after getting back the memories of her dying, of losing his first friend.

#ephcmere #convo;; erica reyes #isaac;; thread #event ;; thread

ephcmere:

❝ I AM ? ❞ he sure didn’t expect that. a chuckle managed to escape — imagine if adam knew how old he really was. ❝ how old are you ? you seem young too. ❞ he countered, his curiosity about this male growing. brows furrowed, a frown appearing, as he took a sip of his soda. ❝ i don’t understand, ❞ he admitted as he other attempted to explain. ❝ why don’t they just bring you a coca cola instead ? if i asked for coke, i surely want a coke. ❞ was he overthinking it now ? definitely. ❝ oh, uh, i live in the dorms. at university of washington. ❞ he never thought he’d say that, but at least attending school helped his image of normal. ❝ so, kinda far, but not really. ❞ he liked to wander. ❝ what about you ? ❞

“ i’m twenty five. basically dust. thirty is so close. “ he complained, taking a sip from his own bottle and making a face. mentally, he felt like he had been alive for far too long now, but physically he had barely aged. “ yeah, well, you should take that up with the soda industry, they’re the ones monopolizing it. “ adam didn’t seem to take it as weird anymore, figuring that maybe jack just hated not having so many choices, he could relate to that. “ a student. what’re you studying? i use to go to med school, few years back now though. “ he sighed, thinking about his unfinished degree, it was too difficult at the moment to return to a normal life but he had hopes for one day maybe. “ i live over in arwen properties, the woods basically. it’s nice, i like it a lot. “

#ephcmere #convo;; jack kline #adam ;; thread

searchinghearts:

“no, just someone who comes here often,” lando said, unperturbed. “pro-tip - you hang out in the same place every night, doing the same thing – people will notice. you want to avoid people and setting off alarm bells? you gotta move around a bit. take it from me - i’m used to running away from people and things.”

he gave him a smile. “good to meet you, adam. i’ve been here for just about over two months. so… what’s your story before you turned up here?”

adam nodded, he knew that eventually it would attract attention to always be showing up in one place, but he had hoped it would attract the attention of the people he was looking for. “ maybe i should try the other bar in town. maybe a library? think they’ll let me sneak in a flask? “ he joked. “ the classic deadbeat dad, actual dead mom. “ he paused, a wave of grief hitting him again before he collected himself. “ i have family out here i’m looking for. what about you? “

#searchinghearts #convo;; lando #adam ;; thread

( pale arms covered in goosebumps, long sleeves and scarves in summer, claw marks on a wooden door ) –– && it looks like isaac lahey has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from teen wolf ). although known as a werewolf back home, here they are a/an twenty one year old waiter/student, known to be loyal, but insecure. they were coaxed here with the promise of their loved ones. they remember leaving for france with chris.

tw: 2 second mention of past abuse/death

#woodshore: intro #isaac intro

handsbloodied:

there was a long list of faces that sam did not want to see here in woodshore. some who had made the cut so far: ruby. michael was another name on the list, one that was far more intimidating, and it was impossible not to stiffen at the mention of the archangel. “i… i’m so sorry, adam. we didn’t have another choice.” it was a piss poor excuse and he knew it. there was no good explanation, no solid reason.

“ no choice? “ adam echoed, hand gripping his bottle tighter as he tried to not let his emotions overwhelm him. “ that’s what you say when the store is out of something. not when you forget your brother in hell. “ his voice is shakier now, eyes starting to well up as he comes face to face with sam, having rose out of his seat. “ you were there, sam. you knew what was in there with me. i kept waiting, because you both are the only family i have left. when did you stop trying? a year in or two? “ his voice cracks as the tears start to flow a bit more, and fuck he’s mad that he’s always been bad at holding in how he feels.

#handsbloodied #convo;; sam winchester

ephcmere:

❝ OH, THANK YOU, ❞ he grinned, elbows resting on the countertop. ❝ i’m twenty. ❞ technically not a lie, because he looked it despite the fact that he’d technically only been on earth for three years. that was probably one of the few things he would withhold the truth about — how would he explain that to anyone, let alone someone he just met ? ❝ a pepsi only town ? strange, but thank you, ❞ he nodded, as the other — adam — turned to order him a soda. ❝ i’m jack, ❞ he offered a smile as his glass was set in front of him.

“ you’re so young, damn. “ he said with a small laugh, a bit jealous to see someone so young and seemingly full of a positive attitude, he had missed ten years of his own life, all that chipperness was shoved out of him before he had a real chance to experience it. “ you’ve never heard of a pepsi only place? it’s like, when you go out and ask for a coke but they say is pepsi okay? it’s not, but you say it is because they have a deal with the company. “ he tried to explain before shrugging it off. “ eh, nevermind. you live around here? “

#ephcmere #convo;; jack kline

hypnctics:

the laugh is an icebreaker, releasing the tension from her shoulders. the last thing she had wanted was to bicker over a bar stool. bright emerald irises linger on his expression, her words failing her for a fraction of a second. ghosts ?? of course, he was messing with her. she could tell from the conspiratorial way he leaned towards her. but for the briefest of moments, she wondered if he knew. if he suspected like she did. if he saw the shadows that weren’t there like she did. blinking rapidly, she shakes off the thought and matches his stance, leaning forward as if to join in on the secret. “you know i can’t but…i can smell something-” lydia takes in an exaggerated breath, locking her eyes with his. “i think it’s called bullshit ??”

adam laughed, breaking eye contact to shake his head and take another sip of his drink. “ it’s only as bullshit as you being a natural redhead, “ he countered, looking back at her with a smirk on his face. he knew ghouls existed but the reality behind actual ghosts still confused him, having only ever read of the monsters that spirits become- and the new names they take on when they do. “ but feel free to keep sitting there. i’m sure they won’t haunt you.”

#hypnctics #convo;; lydia

ephcmere:

BROWS FURROWED, especially at the invitation, the sudden change of mind, apparently. jack wondered why that was, but at least this man was being friendly. he offered him another nod, before realizing he was still standing awkwardly. ❝ i don’t have a fake id, ❞ he responded, before taking a seat, finally. he probably should have one, but all in all, he had no use for it & it always seemed so — dishonest. ❝ a pepsi sounds nice, though. do you think they have coca cola here ? ❞

“ you don’t have a fake id. there’s no way you’re twenty one, you barely look nineteen, dude. “ adam teased, it shifted into something a bit more confused when the other man actually asked about ordering a soda. god, weird. “ i think this might be a pepsi only town. but i’ll buy you one. “ he motioned over the bartender to order the other a soda. “ i’m adam. “

#ephcmere #convo;; jack kline

hypnctics:

she’s not really bothered with the bars in town - her focus has been on finishing her latest paper. but now that she’s turned that in, she figures she’s allowed to let off some steam. the bar is busier than she’s expecting, full of faces she doesn’t know and admittedly hasn’t really tried to get to know. there’s an empty spot though, down the end, and she makes her way towards it - gesturing to the bartender as she does so. the redhead is about to slip into the seat when the man beside her takes issue. “it’s also the only empty one.” lydia turns her gaze on him, slender frame leaning against the counter. “so unless you can point me towards the person occupying it, you’re going to have to deal.”

adam laughed, closing his book and shifting to lean against the bar and look at her. she seemed like a fairly sweet, a bit cute if he really was thinking about, and he couldn’t help but want to mess with her a little. “ well. it’s kind of hard to point towards a ghost, isn’t it? unless you can see them. “ he said, lowering his voice as if he was telling her a secret.

#hypnctics #convo;; lydia

searchinghearts:

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ – lando calrissian

“it is now,” lando said, sliding shamelessly into the seat and looking the guy over.

it wasn’t the first time he’d seen him here – in fact, lando had seen him turn up almost every night, without a companion. “listen, i couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been here a lot. same seat, same drink, same generally unhappy air. maybe a change in routine could help. despite what everyone thinks, drowning your sorrows doesn’t actually work. trust me, i’ve been there.”

he held out a hand. “the name’s lando. i take it you’re new here.”

adam was taken back by how upfront the other guy was, with all his effort towards keeping an eye on who came around the bar, he hadn’t noticed lando before. “ i’m sorry, but that sounds a little bit like a stalker, doesn’t it? “ he asked, though he didn’t leave, instead turning towards the other, curious. “ i’m adam. i’ve been here a few weeks now, i thought i was keeping a low profile but i guess not.. how long have you lived here? “

#searchinghearts #convo;; lando

remnants-scattered-through-time:

Gyro had only been to the railyard tap a couple of times before and it had been to meet up with one of his classmates. And that was actually why he’d gone there that night as well, but when his classmate decided to skip out on him he’d decided that he was going to get himself a drink before he started work on his new blueprints. He was surprised when he saw someone sitting on the stool that he normally sat at but shrugged slightly and walked up to the bar. When he heard the other’s comment he nodded slightly even though he hadn’t seen anyone sitting on the stool when he first walked in. “Right… I had a feeling you’d say that. Don’t worry I’m just ordering a drink and then I’ll be heading over there so I can get to work on my next ‘project’.”

adam raised an eyebrow, closing the book to turn his attention to the stranger. “ your next project? “ he asked curiously. “ is it the world ending type of project or just a standard run of the mill university project? i think both of those usually require an extra set of hands...but you’re alone. “ he pointed out, nursing his own drink, not acknowledging that he was also sitting alone in a bar reading, a bit like a weirdo.

#remnants-scattered-through-time #convo;; gyro

undertheviolentmoon:

Triss had just walked into the the railyard tap, a bar she rarely visits, even though she had to see someone. Looking around, she was trying to find a place to sit when she spotted one. Triss stopped, though, when she heard someone clear their throat and say that the stool next to her is taken. “Sorry abut that,” she said simply, moving to take the next seat over and just ordered a Blue Moon to sip on for the night.

adam smiled politely back at her, though he felt a bit bad at having been rude to her at first. especially considering she seemed harmless enough, hadn’t even fought him over the chair. when the bartender came back around, he paid for her Blue Moon to try and make up for it. “ uh, sorry. i just, like my personal space a lot. “

#undertheviolentmoon #convo;; triss

ephcmere:

HE DIDN’T BELONG. jack kline in a bar was pretty much the definition of a dear caught in flashlights. albeit, the nephilim had no idea what he was actually doing here. he was simply wandering around & managed to arrive here of all places. in a world where jack knew pretty much no one, he spent a lot of his time learning, exploring. ❝ i wasn’t going to — ❞ he countered, brows furrowed as he approached the other. there was only curiosity in his tone, head tilted slightly. ❝ are you lying ? i’m not here to bother you, i just — want a drink. ❞ he nodded, hoping that that came off normal enough.

adam glanced up, giving the other a blank stare as he sized him up before he laughed and set aside his book, tugging his jacket off the stool. “ i didn’t realize they accepted fake ids here. “ he teased, motioning for jack to take the seat next to him. if asked, he couldn’t exactly tell you why he felt drawn to the baby deer disguising itself as a young man, but there was something about the stranger that made him let his guard down a little. “ or are you really going to come into a bar to drink a pepsi? “

#ephcmere #convo;; jack kline

handsbloodied:

the recognition was immediate and sam wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. he reflexively straightened up to his full height, as if to put some kind of distance between himself and adam. it was nothing against his half-brother – it’d never really been a personal issue, even if they were family – but the pure shock of seeing him here and alive. “i…” he was at a loss for words, just standing there for a moment. if it was possible anywhere, it was here. woodshore had never followed the rules. “how did you get out?”

the younger man tried to not take it personally when he didn’t get a warmer welcome from sam, he figured that the other probably remembered a lot of what had happened- though when sam asks how he got out, he grimaced. “ michael. he didn’t explain why and now he’s longer up here. “ adam tapped the side of his head with a knowing look. “ i’m guessing i was naive to think it was you who helped us. you really did leave me there to rot? “

#handsbloodied #convo;; sam winchester

handsbloodied:

the first time that sam caught a glance of him, itw as out of the corner of his eye and he assumed it to be nothing more than a mere coincidence. adam was dead, after all. he had been left behind in hell – in the cage – years ago and that was the end of the story. the itching feeling in his gut had him glance over at the man a second time, this time his gaze sticking as he recognized him. adam. certain of it, despite the nauseating feeling that it triggered inside of him: memories of the cage better left behind. he stepped up next to his younger half-brother, not sitting down next, needing to be absolutely sure. “adam?”

the voice caught adam off guard, he would recognize it almost anywhere- he heard it still in his nightmares sometimes, when their periods in the cage had lined up. blue eyes turned their attention up to look at the person who had spoken to him, his half brother. “ sam. “ his voice had the slightest tremble to it, despite the fact that he had been looking for his brothers, he hadn’t been prepared for what he’d say when he found them. “ i have a knife on me. if you want to test. i’m *real*, i swear. “

#handsbloodied #convo;; sam winchester

adam turned the page in his book and reached for his beer, taking another sip of it as he continued reading. to most, he probably seemed distracted and at ease but the man was aware of every time someone left or entered the railyard tap, body tensing up slightly if someone got too close to his perch on the edge of the bar. he’d become enough of a barfly here the past few weeks that the bartender mostly left him alone, not bothering to ask why he sat there night after night, glancing up every time he smelt smoke. as someone approached his perch, not seeming to take his hint, he cleared his throat loudly. “ stool next to me is taken. “ @woodshorestarters

#woodshore: starter #open to anyone!

( scarred hands wrapped in medical tape as they tremble slightly, bright blue eyes that carry the weight of centuries, wrinkled photograph folded over and over again ) –– && it looks like adam milligan has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from supernatural ). although known as THE FORGOTTEN WINCHESTER back home, here they are a/an twenty six year old hunter, known to be SENSITIVE, but BLUNT. they were coaxed here with the promise of FINDING A FAMILY AGAIN. they remember CLIMBING OUT OF THE CAGE.

tw for mentions of hell

#woodshore: intro #very open to plotting

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