#para:addison

[micahpryce]

Casual Encounters - Addison/Micah

Micah’s life as of late had been decidedly drab, and boring. He wasn’t feeling particularly excited by anything other than going to perform every night, and he really did feel the need to do something spontaneous, so inviting Addison out seemed like a good solution to that problem. He didn’t exactly know her very well, but hey, he was always up for an adventure. When the chance for them to hang out came up, he jumped on it, a part of the day when neither of them were busy with any kind of work. He’d shot her a quick text with where to meet him since it was easier than traveling across the city to find a place to meet up -- and in hindsight, part of him wished he’d been gentlemanly enough to offer to do so. As far as he knew, it was just two tentative friends hanging out, and she was an intriguing woman. He’d taken enough care to put a jacket on since it wasn’t cold enough to warrant anything heavier, and forced himself out of his apartment and into a cab. 

Central Park seemed like a good place to begin their excursion, and so he wasn’t surprised to see Addison waiting exactly where they’d agreed upon. “Hey! Sorry I’m late,” he said, jogging over to her, resting his hand on the back of the bench to catch his breath, which was clearly an exaggeration and a joke. “So, we have a few options. We can walk around and enjoy making fun of the tourists and shitty hot dog carts, or you can trust me and let me take you to one of my favorite places in the city. And, disclaimer, I promise you won’t end up getting slaughtered in an alley. Last time I treated a friend to this place, he asked if he was going to get his kidneys torn out.”

[marksloan-md-plastics]

Old Friends || Addison & Mark

It had been a tiring day, the disaster and being at the scene had taken it out of Mark. He had sat down on one of the chairs in the locker room and was pretty sure he fell asleep, because he remembered nothing but his phone buzzing in his pocket and suddenly finding it was darker than what he had remembered outside. Rubbing his eyes, he had read his phone, through tired eyes, and was quite surprised to see who had texted him. He first thought he had to still be dreaming, or maybe he had knocked his head out in the scene and had forgotten about it. But as he texted back, he knew that through the exchange of texts that it was real. He and Addison were texting, and it felt like everything in the past no longer existed. Like it used to be before everything went to hell.

From Mark could tell she was happy, and that actually made him happy to know that. Everyone around him was making their way in life with marriage and children, and although Mark felt like he was only starting to move forward from moving backwards for so long, he was thrilled for everyone. As they exchanged texts, he learnt she had a daughter, now part of him couldn't help but hear alarm bells ringing in his ears! But he wanted to go and see her anyway. Finding out her room number Mark began to walk to the elevator and headed to her room. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, he had not seen Addison in such a long time, and although no romantic or physical feelings were even left for her, he still felt nervous. Perhaps it had been too long, and without any communication. He knocked the door gently and pushed it open, "Knock knock, anyone home?" Mark smiled as he walked into the room and looked to Addison in the hospital bed.

[aconitum-alpha]

Jingle Bells, something Smells, Wolf nearly Ran Away || Derek & Addison

Jingle, jingle, jingle. The irritating bells about the door were ringing in his ears as he wandered through the store.

The door wasn't opening, their warning redundant now, as the broken window let in a howling wind that made that bell seem like it was on steroids. He tried his best to keep his mind occupied, to remember the list of items that he was on the look out for. He hadn't ventured this far from the bar in awhile but needs must, he and Stiles had to eat.

Those damned bells carried on with every blow and chill and the wolf found himself tugging up his shirt collar while he roamed the little store, stuffing what he could in to his bag. Toilet roll was a must and the moment he found a small pack at the back of the shelf it was stuffed into his bag like it was liquid gold.

It was one of the only things they were short on, as the wolf liked to keep the bar's stock room stocked to the brim, after all, that's what it was for, as the name suggests with his big white plaque with bold writing 'STOCK ROOM'. The office however, had a different purpose now, but that was a little X-rated since the wolf and his human had changed the dynamic of their relationship.

Ting, Ting, jingle jangle, the wolf was under the door in the blink of an eye, a clawed hand reaching up to pull the metal stem from the wall, the nails proving no match for werewolf stength as he tugged it down and tossed it aside where it's noise would no more ache his ears or create a headache. "Thank God." he grumbled, and went back to his shopping spree.

The wind howled again, but only this time, it wasn't the bells that drew his attention from his list, but the smell that was carried on the chilly breeze. "What the...?" He wasn't sure what it was, not with the stench of a rotting corpse coming from the stores back room. It obviously hadn't been too long since the Croatoan's invaded this little slice of retail heaven, as the blood he could smell was almost fresh.

It distorted the passing scent but no matter what, Derek could smell something out there and his brows narrowed as he slid the bag on to his shoulder and moved, no, stalked closer to the window, his brows narrowing, keeping them peeled.

[mason--cole]

Rescue mission || Addison & Mason

Three days later, and Mason wasn't entirely sure he was as up-to-shape as he'd told Addison. His shoulder was stiff and painful, a little because he'd asked for no morphine whatsoever this day, as he wanted a clear head and steady physique when he'd go out looking for his brother. His back was sore and sensitive, though he moved around easier under the impact of the damage there, seeing as it wasn't as heavy as with his shoulder. A few cuts and bruises covered his body, but they'd be hidden well enough when Addison turned up with the clothes he'd asked her to bring. After all, Mason didn't really want to run around in hospital clothes. The compartment he was in had had its lights shut off hours ago, and the only person sharing the room with Mason was fast asleep under heavy doses of morphine. When they'd brought her in, the woman was no doubt a victim of the eclipse. Her wounds weren't fatal, but they were severe. 

Even though his thoughts were swirling around in his head like smoke; clumsy, cloudy, and hard to see through, Mason stood in a calm manner by the window, which he'd opened as big as he could. He didn't exactly know how Addison would get inside, but he'd done everything he could to help her along whichever way she chose.