#olivia2

[jamesoncastello]

Status: closed for @emmycahill​ & @oliviapcrter​ Time & Date: March 12th, evening

   Until a couple of hours ago, Jaime really didn’t see much cause for concern when it came to evacuating. His apartment downtown he shared with Sirena seemed plenty safe, and he had dealt with some stormy weather in Oakland, but as the conditions got worse... he became worried. Unwilling to leave when it was Carmen’s birthday, Jaime put it off until a text from Emmy felt like fate. Before long, he was situated in her backseat, headed to Charlotte, and cracking jokes to make her and Liv laugh in the front seat. 

   It didn’t take long for the heavy rain pelting the little car to drown out his voice. With each mile they progressed, the storm raged worse, until even Jaime was feeling a little worried. He wouldn’t show it, though, unbuckling his seat belt to lean forward a little to be heard over the raging winds and rains. “Damn, this storm is like having sex with a stranger. You never know how many inches you’re gonna get, or how long it’ll last,” Jaime spoke loudly over the storm, hoping to lighten the palpable tension in the car. Perhaps a little... poorly worded, given his initial meeting with Emmy, but he chuckled at himself anyway. 

[ofmcya-blog]

“Look Olivia...I’m not interested in whatever you have to say. Just...why are you even here?” Maya wasn’t going to sit at this table, and pretend everything was okay. She would forgive Olivia eventually, but when it felt right. “I can’t do this with you right now. Or maybe ever. You just have to respect that, please.” @oliviaglake

[rosalinehoffman]

      After picking up some sugar cookies at Pie in the Sky,  along with a box of other assorted sweet treats, Rose took a cab to Olivia’s home. As she came to her door, she found herself stuggling to put thoughts of the witch’s vision out of her mind. Still, they had already found that there wasn’t much else to be seen, so Rose would have to do her digging on her own time. She knocked, and called out, “Delivery!”

@oliviaclxrke

[tristanlindner-blog]

"What are you looking at?"

[natelindner]

[He stumbled down the road, carrying a bottle in his hand. He stumbled into someone.] Hey whoa, don't stand in front of me like that.

[victimofthemoon-tristan-blog]

Two Can Keep A Secret || Tristan and Olivia

If one of them is dead.

Faint voices keep insisting Tristan wake up, so he promptly kept his eyes closed. He had hoped this was all a weird dream, but the pounding at the back of his skull told him otherwise. Regardless of his will to stay in the cool blackness of his head, he slowly started recognizing light against his eyelids, and firm, constant pain on his wrists and around his waist. 

He moved with a jerk, and the pain seared more into his flesh, which forced his eyes open and causd a low moan to rattle his throat. Tristan grimaced as he surveyed his situation, ignoring the reaction of the hunters in front of him. The cool air that now registered against his skin and the darkness that surrounded him suggested he was in a basement. His hands and waist were bound to a chair with silver chains, neatly braided with Wolfsbane. These damn people seemed to know what they were doing. 

The girl asked him how he was enjoying his stay, and Tristan couldn't contain an eyeroll. He muttered something about requesting room service, which only got a fiery dusting of wolfsbane across his chest. Typical. 

But soon they left the room to 'consult,' and Tristan had time alone to think. Judging by his surroundings, he'd have to rely on his strength and high pain tolerance in order to escape; but one thing was certain, he was not dying here. No. That was completely and utterly acceptable. He hadn't made it this far to lose just because the other team was stealing bases. So he concentrated on pulling his wrists free of confinement, biting back the sounds of pain that wanted to come out as his skin itched and burned with the movement. He'd occasionally stop and call out with sarcastic requests, knowing that if he was silent too long, they'd get suspicious. He had to get out.