#para: laura

[lion-heartedvixen-blog]

Things You Can’t Outrun || Malia & Laura

Questions. She had so many of them. And maybe Laura had them too. Either way, now that Malia had her eyesight back, she could finally go out on her own again and meet up with Laura at the cafe. If it was one thing that Malia hated, it was having to depend on other people to do things for her. She’d hated the fact that she couldn’t see - it put her at a disadvantage after all and it also made her feel powerless and helpless. She’d sent the other wolf a quick text so that she knew where Malia wanted to meet up, inserting emojis into her message as promised. After eleven years, it was time to tell Laura the truth about what had happened to her. People didn’t just randomly fall off the face of the earth, right? Malia just hoped that Laura would react better than her father had. Well, Malia hadn’t told him about being cursed, but she still worried that people would react the same way he did when he first saw her again after all this time. They probably all just assumed she’d run away or that she’d faked her death - as if she actually enjoyed it. Not that those things were true, obviously, but no one really realized or understood what the young girl had actually been through - how hard it had been to be forced to live as a werewolf in the woods for over a decade, to not be able to call out to anyone and tell them that she was Malia, to have to change her entire life because werewolves didn’t live the way that humans did and basically just be cut off from everything and everyone. And now that she was back, people tended to give her weird looks or thought she was stupid, just because she had to start over and learn everything again. Rules that contained money, jobs, homes and other things were all still difficult for Malia because the last time she’d been human, she was only twelve years old and then it had all changed. People needed an immense amount of patience if they wanted to be in her life and not everyone was able to muster that up. She just hoped that Laura wouldn’t be one of those people. Malia headed inside the cafe, which was the place she’d been in when she’d turned blind, but it looked like the building was fixed up again now. Taking a seat at one of the tables by the window, the hybrid ordered herself some tea as she waited for Laura to arrive.

@laura-a-whittemore

[matthewxdavidson]

Fiddle-Dee-Dee || Lauratt

Matt: Was it like Matt to annoy someone for fun? You bet your ass it was and when he saw the post Laura made after she placed her bid on him Matt knew it was high time to hone in on her with his charming self. Thanks to Kurt he felt completely put together, that wig no long sliding this way and that; so when he approached Laura with his walking stick in tow and fangs on full display, he gave her a flirty smirk and said, "Well, Rhett. Unless you've kept bidding on me it looks like somebody bumped you off the list."

[whats-a-blog-rp]

Logan didn’t know what he was doing. The menu board for the coffee shop had a bunch of drinks he didn’t understand. What was a machi- machiat-o?  He couldn’t even pronounce it in his head. The guy looked from his left, then to his right before he braved asking someone; anyone who’d listen. “What do you think I should get? I just need something with caffeine.”

[stephen-murphy]

Interview at Duel||Stephen and Laura

@laurcndersn

It's broad daylight and the parking lot is empty of course since the bar doesn’t open up for a few hours. Stephen looks longingly back at his trailer wishing he could just skip work today, but he had bar business to attend to, so he headed inside. Even in the middle of the day, very little light shines in through the small, high windows. The bar looks totally different without the wild lights and the wall-to-wall crush of bodies . The high tables are clean and empty, the black floors are polished to a shine, and the only illumination in the whole room is the backlit liquor display cases behind the bar. Stephen made a bee line to the bar having to make sure everything was put away and that they were stocked up enough for happy hour. Stephen was so engrossed in what he was doing, that the door opening and shutting, startled him. At first he thought it was probably Maxen since his employees weren’t due to come in until later, but when he saw the who the person was, he remembered that he was having an interview today. “Hey, I almost forgot that you have an interview today. How are you doing?”

[gwenny-stace]

friend...date. right? //laura and gwen

Gwen regretted the turn in weather to a degree.

Sometimes it seemed a lot easier to hide from your problems in layer upon layer of warm winter clothes. The flu she'd gotten over wasn't anything to reminisce about of course, but she missed having the layers of protection. Clutching the end of her flowy pink shirt in one hand, her skinny-jeaned legs propelling her down the dorm hallway, curly ponytail swinging, Gwen stopped at Laura's door, standing on the tiptoes of her black flats to rap on the door.

"Laura?" She called, somewhat hesitantly. "Are you there? You haven't been around lately, and....I could really use someone to talk to."

[issykeller]

Support and Ice Cream || Issy & Laura

Issy was feeling completely out of the loop. Upon receiving the first text message from Laura, she'd forced herself to really think about things. When had she grown so distant from the people she cared about most? Apparently there were things happening to her family members and best friends, bad things from the sounds of it, and she was completely clueless. What had she gotten so wrapped up in that it took her away from helping out the people she loved?

She allowed herself to wallow in self-pity and self-reflection for a few moments before deciding that it was time to take action. Being supportive was her best bet. She didn't know what had gone down with Laura and Ryan, but either way, they were two of the people she cared about most and if they were both hurting, she'd take turns consoling them. Laura, it appeared, needed her assistance more than Ryan at the moment. And with that assistance came plenty of junk food.

By the time Issy made her way up the driveway to Laura's home, she was weighed down by bags of junk food -- potato chips, candy, ice cream, basically anything she could find around her kitchen had been gathered for his excursion. Exhaling softly, she knocked on the door. "I've got a delivery for a Miss Laura Hale," she called through the door as she leaned against the outside of the door frame. "It includes massive hugs and enough junk to put you into a sugar coma."