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askconnorjordan requested: Fight.

Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/ against yours.

[AU Factor: Connor triggers an explosion at the Mikaelson manor after a mishap with the family.]

"Destroy them. I want every last one of those bloodsucking bastards dead."

-- 48 hour lapse --

The explosion had caught the Originals off guard, and the only warning given was the abrupt flash of light seconds prior. Glass was blown from the windows, sending the nearest Original flying backward into a pile of ashen rubble, alongside the other three trapped beneath boards that had caught ablaze. Smoke funneled up from the flames, coughs and choked gasps echoing off the surrounding walls.

Their home had been destroyed.

Sirens blared somewhere deep within the city, and as each Original began to pull themselves up, none of them wasted their time to access the damage. They had to leave, and fast. It would only be a matter of time before the city officials would appear and become suspicious of the "humans" that escaped that explosion unscathed. Kol was the first to climb out of the rubble and stagger down the pathway to the street. He could hear his name being called behind him, though he was too incoherent to match the voice with a sibling. Something ad caught his attention, thus bringing the younger Original to an abrupt stop. A truck speeding past - one he knew to be none other than Connor Jordan's.

A quick glimpse of a smirking visage behind tinted windows proved his assumption correct.

It didn't take the youngest Original long to track Connor down. Asking around seemed to be the easiest method, but with the town in a frenzy due to the recent explosion (that had somehow already made the news), Kol figured it would be best to keep to himself until things died down. Somewhere down the road, the Original sought out a roaming mortal - one he could certainly use to his advantage. He didn't bother with the compulsion, but instead, chose to drag her along on his search for the hunter.

His relocation wasn't too hard to guess. On the outskirts of Mystic Falls, and undoubtedly rigged with a series of explosives. Whether he knew that the Mikaelsons had slipped away unscathed was none of Kol's concern-- and honestly, with such fleeting anger, he didn't care to find out. All he knew for certain was that he wanted this hunter dead. Not to ensure the safety of others, but to ensure his own safety. Because, as of late, he could really only find time to care about himself.

Gathering the hunter's attention was far more simple than he had initially thought. All it took was the plea for help from the mortal, crying 'vampire, vampire!' for Connor to gather his weapons and slip out from within the trailer. Kol remained back in the shadows, an intent gaze studying the foliage leading up to where the hunter stood - presumably tending to the human, trying to calm her down, but keeping a careful eye out in the clearing. Kol suspected that he knew he was being watched.

He didn't care.

When he finally emerged, it was quick. He left no room for Connor to gather his thoughts or to even conjure up a plan; the human that had once been standing with tears streaming down her face was now laid lifeless upon the floor of the forest with a broken neck and severed spine. Connor was next on the agenda, but the arrow shot through the flesh and bone of his shoulder had slowed him down; a hiss escaped his throat accompanied by the baring of fangs as his fingers coiled around the end of the arrow, ripping it out and throwing it to the ground. "You're one of them," Connor said, eyes widening. The bow was tossed shortly thereafter as the hunter scrambled for the steps to acquire the rifle, only to be grabbed by the collar of his shirt and thrown back several feet.

"I trust I need no introduction," his tone held a tinge of malevolence, and the expression plastered across his face mirrored the malicious intent. "--you just make the greatest mistake of your life."

If Connor thought he knew pain, he was in for a rude awakening.

#askconnorjordan #drabble #fight #yeah i left a cliff hanger #my apologies good sir

Drabbles owed:

askconnorjordan (1/2 finished)

bloodbankdiet

geniusinheels

rains-xblood

ask-rebekahmikaelson

fearlessmartyr

Replies owed:

perferovita (1/2 finished)

perfidexlapsisxangelus

ask-sammymulder

blood-andbourbon (1/2 finished)

I'll be trying to get those done tonight and tomorrow (at least half done tonight, hopefully).

Thank you guys for being patient with me. Especially you, Ovo. xx

#ooc #askconnorjordan #bloodbankdiet #geniusinheels #rainsxblood #askrebekahmikaelson #fearlessmartyr #perferovita #perfidexlapsisxangelus #askxsammymulder #bloodandbourbon #i'm also going to be watching the new silent hill with caro tonight so uh #expect slow replies and what not.#for normal threads i mean.

OOC;

I'll finish drabbles tomorrow, because I'm getting all drowsy and sdkjfnmsn 8c

#ooc #tagging those who sent me one #askconnorjordan #bloodbankdiet #geniusinheels #rainsxblood #askrebekahmikaelson

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Déjà Vu - 30h!3

I think I've been here before,I think I've run into you,I know the things that you do,'Cause this is déjà vu.

#lmfao omg #adkjfvadf #asks #askconnorjordan

To that Anonymous that sent her a message about rping and, "clique" ; First of all, she does rp with Anyone, I've seen her rp out of that, "clique." But Role Players sometimes have people they're closest too Out Of Character, and those people tend to be in main verses. So they get role played with more. It's friendship. Calm down 'bout it. . . . . .<3 ily -.-

Thank you my love~

ily2

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Beer o'clock. || Connor & Josh

The long walk to the bar was a cold and wet one for Josh. Initially the sky had been mildly dreary, but as his walk continued he had found himself in the middle of a downpour. Mother Nature could be such a bitch. Coat pulled tightly around his frame, Josh rushed down the street and maneuvered around people to try and get in dry shelter as fast as possible.

The neon lights of the bar caught his eye and he ducked through the smokers under the front cover and headed inside. Peeling the hood off his head, Josh looked around for the hunter. He silently hoped he didn't smell enough like wet dog to catch Connor's attention. Spotting the other, he walked over and slowly slid into the other side of the booth. The wet coat was the first thing to go, droplets rolling everywhere.

"Hey," Josh finally spoke, smiling halfway. "I see you uh, you got started on those shots."

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