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[nothingleftofyou]

"suddenly," it had become something of a habit since she began journaling again. speaking out loud her thoughts, it helped given the mess that dawn was used to circling her like oxygen itself. sometimes the only way she could hear her own thoughts at all was if she spoke them out loud. "no one cared where i was." a deep breath in, and then one out. those memories struck her painfully no matter how far in the past it was. the feeling stuck. "i miss that." missed? the tense made her pause with her pen, pausing in lament. then, dawn resumed. "someone caring where i am all the time..." it wasn't the same as it used to be, but that feeling had never been forgotten. she inhaled deeply, forgetting just how deeply emotions had hit her even with a simple journal entry documenting past feelings. for the first time she realized she was in company of another. they'd been quiet, and she'd been focused. "sorry i was just..." words escaped her as did explanation, and any lie felt kinda pathetic. "... writing?" dawn landed on, lamely.

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[oflabonairs]

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not much ruffled her feathers (fur, in her case?) but seeing Dawn did just that. She hadn't meant to stumble across her, in fact the moment she snagged Dawn's wallet (sans her ID) and left her sleeping and sound was the last time she ever thought she'd see her. Deep in her bones, she knew this wasn't going to be a joyous reunion. Hayley left and with her, all of Dawn's money. Hayley always left, it was easier to be the one leaving than to get left. She's had enough of that in her lifetime. She had to look after herself, even if that meant hurting people in one way or another. A mindset she truly hated, she didn't want this kind of life for herself, but fate had another plan for her and here she was. She has had to roll with the punches since she was young, too young. Hayley kept a good five feet between the two, already expecting the situation to turn hostile. "Fun." The word fell between them, "You're a long way from California."

[nexvsvorti]

some things, hope notes, have stayed exactly the same. some have changed with time. to stand in the square of a town that hope once called home, to see all the differences in person — well they still don't know how to best approach things anymore. a world where hybrids aren't possible yet. a world where most of her family lay in coffins of her father's design. ( a thought of finding them remains ever present, a simple locator spell should do the trick she surmises. he's had no reason to cloak them yet, from what hope remembers of the stories or of her uncle's journals. )  

how can everything feel exactly the same and so much different at once?

though it dawns on them, that it's the people of their time they miss more than any place or "home" they might have had once. those she was unable to save, those who have seen a different path, even those who still share a roof and yet seem so distant, so beyond reach.

right now though, hope finds herself missing the salvatore library the most. all that knowledge, all those books, journals, grimoires, and more now scattered the globe. she's so sure that the answer could lie in one of those books, just out of reach now. somehow it feels more as if the universe wishes to taunt her than punish. perhaps this is her punishment, maybe this new life, this new time, is a twisted wish.

"ugh!" the book in front of them slams shut with a loud groan, shoved across the table and sent to the floor with the force of the push. lights flicker, objects rattle, and the tribrid looks ashamed. it's been a long time since she lost control, they think. not uncommon for the mikaelson unfortunately. with high emotions, high stress, they tend to lash out to expel it all.

"what?!" stares from others make her snap, head swiveling to stare anyone away who thinks to approach. "it's chris' turn to handle the next crisis. leave me alone."

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[oflabonairs]

By the grace of her wolf, her footsteps were light - combat boots and all, her strides slow as the lights flicker and loose objects begin to rattle. Ah, a classic witch fit. She couldn't say much, considering she shifted and destroyed her adopted families home all those years ago. A perfectly arched brow rises at the vitriol tone they took with Hayley, she didn't flinch though. No, she would never flinch. She's been through hell and back, a little attitude wouldn't tear Hayley Marshall down. If anything, she was glad to see someone in this town had a damn backbone. "Who the hell is Chris?" She finally spoke, shaking the question off then. The less people she knew, the better. Her wolf brought her here for some god damn reason and Hayley stupidly had a hope that it led her here because somewhere in this town, she belonged. "Oh, believe me. I can handle my crisis' on my own." She didn't like to rely on people. All they did was leave, let her down and disappoint her. She didn't want to give anyone that power anymore. Confidently, and without a single worry Hayley furthered into the room, gaze glancing briefly to the book the girl had shoved away, then flicking up to really look at her. It was like looking in a mirror, only a little different. The similarities between the two were crazy, but Hayley didn't let herself hope. Hope was a bitch. "You look like you need a break from whatever the hell this is." She waves at the mess around them, was that an invitation, or just an observation? Hayley didn't know.

[thequeenofdrama]

The Originals Ladies • Favorite Outfits ↪ Hayley Marshall ≫ ‘A Walk On The Wild Side’ [3x04]

[nothingleftofyou]

wesley lived in contradiction. his continued existence hinged on staining his hands with blood. and so, he chose that blood with specification. dirtying with hands with the demise of who deserved it. but death was death, ultimately. wasn't it? he was only sending more to hell, making more monsters just like himself. he also stopped a woman from being runover on the street. she had tried to thank him, and wesley practically bit her head off. called her an idiot for not looking both ways--- which she was one, but still. he didn't need anyone thanking him. the amount of lives saved was no comparison to the ones ruined. so there he sat. alongside a windowsill, finally understanding why angel spent so much time looking over the city. perhaps it was the same feeling wesley felt in this moment. knowing he could easily go splat and walk it off. footsteps approached, and he withheld a proper groan from the thought alone of dealing with anyone at all. god help him if it was the girl he'd saved. and so, without turning his head, wesley spoke. "i'm not looking for company."

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[oflabonairs]

"GOOD FOR YOU." She didn't bother to glance up from her phone, as if watching the device would suddenly cause the very text she was expecting to appear. If there was one thing about Hayley Marshall, it was that she was impatient. She hated waiting, she even told Vance to not keep her waiting; though he was one who always seemed to test her patience. "I'm not exactly in the market for it either." In the few days that she's been in this town, she's gathered that most of it's residents were fairly presumptuous. One last look at her phone, she makes the choice to lock it and secure it in the back of her jeans. Arms crossed over her chest as she peered out the window, waiting for Vance to make his grand entrance.

[tvdverseladies]

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[oflabonairs]

( PHOEBE TONKIN • SHE/HER • FEMALE • 19 •) did you hear REMIND ME AGAIN WHY I SHOULD GIVE A DAMN? it reminded me of HAYLEY MARSHALL (ANDREA LABONAIR). rumor has it they’re from the PAST. they say they’re a WEREWOLF, that explains why they’re loyal to HERSELF.

Early Life

June 6th, 1991 Andrea Labonair was born into the world.

Shortly after her birth, her parents were killed by Richard Dumas. At this point in her arc, that is unknown to her.

Marcel Gerard found her in her cradle, and due to his rule of protecting children he spared her life and handed her over to Father Kieran, who later put her into the foster system.

Andrea Labonair was nothing but a whisper in the wind, and Hayley Marshall was born.

Life in foster care wasn't easy, Hayley never really had a permanent home, at one point she stopped keeping things because it wasn't worth it to pack up a garbage bag of her things and move again.

Finally one day, Hayley was adopted into a family. It took her a good while to really realize that she wasn't going anywhere, that she would have a home to celebrate birthdays and holidays in. She was enrolled into school and made friends very easily.

When Hayley was thirteen, she and her friends were on a boat trip drunk and there was an accident, instantly killing one of her friends. Her gene then triggered.

Because Hayley wasn't raised around the supernatural, and didn't even think the supernatural existed, precautions weren't taken and she made her first transition in the living room of her adopted parents house.

She was then kicked out, and has been on her own ever since then.

Now knowing what she is, Hayley wanted to get answers. So, she went from pack to pack, along the way the pack members helping Hayley with transformation control so she was aware of what she was doing.

She didn't always mesh well with packs, specifically, didn't like being told what to do. Often, she'd go toe to toe with the Alpha of said pack and learn why you didn't do that. But, even then, that didn't stop her.

She would find some of the wolves from various packs letting their gazes linger on her birthmark a little too long to be just a glance. But Hayley never asked about it, figuring it was just some wicked birthmark and they never offered any information about it.

Currently

Years later, Hayley is still on her own, still going from pack to pack. Never quite finding what pack she actually belonged in.

She's convinced whatever pack she does belong to is wiped off the map, and though that thought has crossed her mind several times, she refuses to stop looking until she finally gets answers.

One night, while Hayley was in form she let her wolf take her wherever the next stop was. She later woke up, in human form in the small, but overly crowded town of Mystic Falls.

Personality

She's tough as nails because she had to be to survive on her own.

She can be very protective of people that she knows/is friends with.

She holds her own very well, and isn't afraid to go toe to toe with anyone.

She speaks before she thinks and that often gets her in trouble, but she's also very blunt. She'll call you out on your shit in a heartbeat.

She values those she's friends with, but always keeps them an arm length away because she has shit luck with people sticking around.

She's determined to find where she belongs, sometimes a glimpse of her inner vulnerability can be seen but she throws up the walls to keep that hidden.

At times, she can be very selfish and manipulative to get what she wants.

Wanted Connections

Friends from other packs.

Exes/one night stands.

Enemies.

Adoptive brother & sister, they were around Hayley's age at the time, could have been a few years older too. They got along surprisingly okay, Hayley was a bit of a bad influence on them though.

[princessofwessex]

S E A S O N 4:  Hayley Marshall + Wolf Form