#oliver002

[rowanthane]

@fatesluck

Sometimes it feels like she’s got a revolving door on her room. Between her family and the club and people she works with at the hospital, she feels like someone is always walking in right as someone else is walking out. Which is fine, she’d rather have the company than be alone but seeing Ollie come through the door is maybe one of her favourite visitors she has had so far and she can’t help but smile when he walks in. “Hey stranger,” she calls out a greeting, shifting to sit up just a little straighter despite the way her torso protests the movement. She takes a half second to check him over, frowning at the banged up state of him before crinkling her nose. “They gave you one of the cheap slings,” she points out with a roll of her eyes, as if that’s the important thing here. Her features soften, voice coming out quieter when she talks again. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

[lunalderidge]

She doesn’t expect about how easy this has turned out to be. She was rather cautious, when she first approached Lilith, regarding the matter. But, the approval nod from her employer, when the young wolf told her about borrowing one of her car for the night with her friend, caught her off guard. Still, it was a pleasant surprise. Yet here she is, with the pillows and blankets stacked at the back seat, waiting for her friend in the parking lot. Her fingers rummaged against her purse and find her cell phone. She starts to type and pressed the send button within the few seconds.

LUNA : Where are you? I’m in the parking lot. LUNA : Hurry up or we’re going to be late and all the good spots will be taken.

@olivercarson

[levmovska]

@crimsonfaux​

He had a hard time tearing his sights from the screen once the foul scenes upon it began to play, but he did. Lev Vasile is unarmed, alone, and one quick look gives him no comfort as he fails to find a single familiar face through his haze of absolute panic. Heart pounding in his chest, feet made of lead, gunfire rains just as he begins to move. “FUCK!” If he can just find his way to Walt and Axel… but even he knows that is wishful thinking. There is only one clear choice. Run. People are pushing in all directions, making it impossible to navigate as desired. Bodies are dropping, people screaming, and right now, it is hard to tell who is friend or foe. He gets Eli on the phone, difficult as the task is, and Lev is only confirming his understanding of where to go when a warm body falls back into him, taking him down with them. His phone is lost under the quickly dying stranger as he struggles to get out from under their weight, and Lev stays down, breathing ragged. He can’t stay here. He will die, and he knows it. Pushing himself up slowly, Lev is about to move when he swears he hears his name. It is only when his sights move toward the entrance that the crowd conveniently parts like the Red Sea in that very moment, and he finds himself to be easy prey for a masked shooter. “Fuck,” he exhales.

Run.