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[runawaymistakes]

“Do you need a couple moments?” Ames asked from behind the counter. Ames was one of the few faces Ethan used frequently around Sunnybrooke. Like with the others Ames had her own story and life, and was the skin he had managed to pick up a few hours at the sandwich shop with.

[griffin-hybrid]

Griffin sat inside the Central Perk, a cup of a peach tea latte in his hand. It was one of the new flavors that had been brought since people had been allowed to have day passes again. Well, the residents of Sunnybrooke that hadn’t included Griffin or his siblings. He reached his hand up, feeling where the fang he’d ripped out was growing back in. It was about halfway grown in now. He took another sip and pulled out a book from his bag, setting it on the small cafe table to read.

[raisealittlehellhound]

For most others there hadn’t been anything that felt weird the night the storm happened. For most others the lightning hadn’t meant anything more than usual. Most others weren’t Kieran Caldwell. Something had happened. He could feel it inside of him, the hellhound could feel it. There were very few times the hellhound took over when it wasn’t time for a body to be taken to the door of the afterlife, and that night had been one of them.

He’d tried everything he could to close it. Maybe he could find the already escaped souls and put them back later, but he had to close it, prevent any other from escaping first. Only nothing he did proved worthwhile. The hellhound brought him back, and though no time had passed in the realm between, a few days had passed in the realm of the living. 

“I’m going to kill her” he muttered as he moved to take a step forward before dropping to the ground from exhaustion. 

[ghostof79]

The last thing Bernard could remember was standing in the subway waiting for the train. He had been two weeks in to a trip to states, and currently residing in a closet in New York City. As far as he knew he had no plans to permanently stay, but rather was getting ready to embark on a cross country trip with his camera in the next few days. 

Suddenly, however, he found himself in a place he didn’t recognize. “Oi!” he called out to someone coming his way on the street. “How do I get back to the city?”

[jaymes-alpha]

Jaymes found herself on her couch, staring at the wall in front of her. She was so far past anger and loathing. She had room for nothing more. Counting the bricks to pass the time until she was needed somewhere, the alpha was somewhat aware of the rumbling in her body. The demand to eat. She hadn’t bothered to eat the past few days. That was really starting to bite her in the ass.

Rising to her feet her eyes slowly swept the disaster of a room. She needed something clean to wear into town. Her kitchen cabinets all hung open, empty. The fridge the same. Catching site of a white pair of sweats, stained brown and green around the ankles where she had ran through the woods, she begrudgingly pulled them on. A form fitting black sweatshirt  with a high neck was pulled over her head to cover her torso. 

The alpha lit a joint as she walked the hall out of the warehouse. The smoke twirled around her head as she autopiloted to the nearest place for food. Someone’s voice stopped her. Looking at the person was harder then she had expected. The clouds wouldn’t release her head, she couldn’t find her ground, reality. It took her a minute to finally bring them into focus. 

“I’m sorry what was that?” The question was half assed and disinterested. 

[noahgreenberg-blog1]

The Witching Hour was one of those places Noah shouldn’t have been. He was underage, and in all honesty these kinds of nights weren’t really his thing. He’d been let in by one of the doormen, another member of the pack, an actual werewolf, and Noah had grabbed a drink. It hadn’t been twenty minutes before the human was two drinks in and being offered something by one of the fae citizens. A male that he’d often seen frequenting Whitmore’s. He hesitated for a moment, before allowing the faerie to put the bottle to his lips and drink some of it. The faerie didn’t stay long, moving on through the crowd. Noah took another drink from his beer, waiting to see what would happen. Something was bound to, wasn’t it?

[mr-silvestri]

   “Please don’t ask me how I’m doing. I’m going to lie, either way.” Mateo told the other person right away, knowing that he didn’t have the energy nor the heart to put up with such mundane query. 

   His disappearance had well been noted in town, but the professor had nothing to offer them as a valid answer. All he knew was that he had successfully shut down, and lost himself for a good few weeks. He as in limbo, somewhere between his werewolf and human form, feeling everything at once. 

   Now, however, he was back. “Just, ask me something else.” 

[lonelynixie]

Nixie was at first thrilled to have her brother back in town. The longer he was here, though, the more unsettled she felt. It was like his body returned but his soul was still locked up with their father. He wasn’t himself, and not just because of a bad mood. He had changed far beyond what she ever assumed was capable. Suddenly following Father’s rule? Even just the act of referring to him as Father.

She hid all of this from her siblings, knowing well that they would be of no help. If she was defiant Nerissa would sing her into being more agreeable. Griffin loves Felix too blindly to notice a change, and would just defend their big brother. Han might be more reasonable, but she couldn’t find him anywhere.

So, she decided to try to get help from someone outside her family. The boy she daydreamed about in between sessions of worrying about Felix.

Plus, it was an excuse to spend time with him and give him the gift she made for him.

She couldn’t wait for him to just show up at Central Perk, and anyway, she didn’t want to talk about this stuff in public. She remembered him saying that he lived in the apartment building. After a bit of pleading to the custodian she was able to get his apartment number.

Nixie knocks eagerly on the door and waits for him to answer.