#vnmemorials

[todayitwillbedifferent-blog]

｡･ﾟﾟ* a heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved❞

They weren’t supposed to be here, not like this, not so soon.

Déjà vu hit hard, only this time the memorial service for their Aunt hadn’t been haphazardly thrown together for a person they barely knew. But John Gilbert’s sacrifice was an unhealed wound, and once again the guilt began to bubble uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach along with the same question Elena had been trying to push as far away from her mind as possible.

Who would be next?

And as more and more people began to file into St. Anne’s, Elena made the strategic decision to stand somewhere in-between Jeremy and the front- determined to create some sort of buffer between him and the well-meaning people who wanted to pay their respects. A quick survey of the room helped the brunette find John, fully in uniform, near the entrance of the Church, and idly she wondered if the hunter had had a similar idea.

She’d have to thank him later for this. For everything.

Polite responses were given as Elena tried to keep herself from standing still, her hands playing with a flower she had quickly picked from one of the arrangements just to have something to do. Quick answers of ‘we’re holding up okay,’ and ‘thank you’ were politely given. It was the only answer anyone wanted to hear, and Elena knew from experience they weren’t looking for anything more than that, and the offers to reach out if anything was needed was more for their benefit than hers or Jeremy’s.

Blinking to clear her vision, Elena’s shoulder bumped into something – someone- as she turned around. “Oh, I’m sorry.” A weak smile accompanied the apology.

[jchnalden-blog]

Haunted by Ghosts | Open

“—John Alden, I’m a friend of the family’s.” He said, shaking the next person in line’s hand. He’d said it so many times by this point it hardly felt awkward anymore. “Thank you for coming, it means a lot to the kids. Very nice to meet you, Elena and Jeremy are right— yep, just around the corner.” He grimaced and resisted checking his watch. He was pretty sure they still had about an hour left of the memorial. He was doing his best to play host, directing people where to go, thanking them for their thoughts and prayers, but it was hard when he hardly knew any of these people. He wasn’t a part of this family, no matter how they split it. Still, it was what he could do. 

“Hi, thank you so much for coming,” he said again, shaking the next hand in line. 

[thexstubbornxhale-blog]

Crocodile tears & fake grief ||Cora & Hayley

Rumours. 

The world seems to keep turning, fuelled by the rumour mill and New Orleans definitely is no exception. If you believe everything you hear, then you are sure to be made to look a fool everytime you step foot outside the door. 

What Cora had heard though, she can believe to be true. It seems some people want to give a memorial to her brother which they seem befitting to him. Not at all what she wants, but then again, who is she to stop them. All the young wolf wants to do is pick Hades up from Hayley and disappear back to the Algiers. 

The only one she truly believes to be grieving for the loss of Derek is Hayley and this is the reason Cora has chosen to give a respectful silence and let the memorial take place without any objections. The other wolves though, she really doesn’t think for one minute they give a damn or ever did.

There’s a certain gut-wrenching feeling inside of her which indicates that staying and taking part in it, will end up resulting in throwing a few home truths out there for the ones who come out in their numbers to mourn with their fake crocodile tears. Of course, this is Cora Hales line of thinking and it might not be a true representation of what they feel, but anyone would have a hard time trying to tell her otherwise. 

Arriving at Hayleys place, Cora gives a short and abrupt knock before walking inside. 

“I’ve come for the cat...where is she?”

@crcscnt

[vieuxnoyesrp]

Dear Members,

In order to honour the two major character losses from Season 1 that would be public knowledge (unlike the lives lost in the Harvest), we will be hosting a funeral for Derek Hale and Jenna Sommers. Derek’s memorial will take place in the Bayou; all welcome with the exception of vampires and witches. Jenna’s memorial will be hosted by John Alden on behalf of the Gilbert children. It will be held in St. Anne’s church, in the Quarter. All welcome. 

Participation in these events is optional, but highly encouraged for those closest to the dearly departed characters. Starters and threads set at these locations and related to these events are also encouraged. There is no time-limit on the initiation or completion of these threads, and we leave it up to the freedom of individual players to decide whether or not to get involved and in what capacity. Please tag any funeral-specific starters and threads with ‘VNMemorials’ to distinguish them on the dash. Despite the somber tone, we hope everyone can make use of and enjoy this writing opportunity!

~ The Admins @ VN

[thexstubbornxhale-blog]

Trying times|| Self para

It's trying times when the ill winds blow Trying times when the rivers don't flow Trying times when the heartbreak starts to show

Cora couldn’t really stomach the fakeness which would always steadily flow from people when it came to occasions like this. Personally, she would have opted for something really private for her brother, regardless whether it upset anyone or not. Then again, the memorial probably was classed as private with it being in the bayou and away from all those in the quarter. 

She’d managed it so far in honour of Derek and to a certain extent, for Hayley. Though her patience is frail and wearing thin and looking around at the wolves who in her opinion just pretend to care, the young Hale watches Hayley disappear out of view before not being able to keep her mouth shut any longer.

“You’re all hypocrites.....”

One older male wolf turns around and like she’d anticipated, starts with the arrogant attitude.

“You were his kid sister so you get a free pass for now, but watch your mouth, pup.”

Trying times when you pack it all up

It’s almost like reeling a fish in on a line when they have taken the bait, yet it’s not what Cora was trying to do. She genuinely and very strongly meant what she said, pissing him off is just a bonus.

“Why?..I mean, you all stand around here pretending to share my grief...share Hayley’s and for what??...an alpha...a wolf you couldn’t give a rats ass about!..it’s pathetic really.”

The male wolf strides forwards and stops just short of infiltrating the young Hales personal space. His shoulders are broad and he towers over her but she doesn’t flinch and the only reaction she gives is long heavy blink. 

“We all feel something when another wolf is taken down, whether they are part of our pack or not.”

Cora can feel her teeth clenching together and her cheekbones flex, puffing up slightly as she lets a small scoff leave her lips. 

“Then why did none of you do anything to try and help??...he heard me howl for help...it was loud enough for most wolves to hear from quite a distance--you all did nothing!...just like you all did nothing when my family were burned alive!...none gave a shit back then, so do not claim you do now!”

--then she throws a punch-- a full on uppercut to the jaw and before anyone can do anything about it, a fight ensues.

Trying times when the going gets tough

There are plenty of other wolves around to break it up though and after a few attempts at diving back in for some more punches, Cora aggressively and reluctantly stands there for a moment with a wild and feral look on her face. 

“Pity you all weren’t as quick to jump in and help when lives were at stake.”

She snarls, her top lip rising slightly as she does so and she walks off, heavy biker boots hitting the sludgy ground. Her own heartbeat bangs loudly through her head and it is only when she is out of sight from everyone, the young Hale starts to calm down a little bit. 

She makes her way to a small clearing in the woods where she has been keeping Derek's car. There have been so many times lately where she just yearns to hit the gas, floor the pedal, turn her visual away and let the car roll. One time she nearly did it, but a split second as she was about to, the bracelet her brother bought her for Christmas, slipped down her wrist and she ended up skidding to a halt instead. It probably wasn’t a sign, but she saw it as one. Cora was the only living Hale now and she couldn’t let her family down more than she thought she had done already. So she holds her grief inside as it slowly devours her and nobody can see she isn’t coping very well because to the outside world, they think she is--or she believes that anyway.

Trying times when you lose somebody you love

She sits in his car a while, her car--she must get used to saying that now. There are a few things in the trunk that belong to her brother, his leather jacket, a few bits which mean nothing to anyone else. She doesn’t sit in the driver's seat unless she is taking it for a drive and she isn’t this time, so Cora is seated shotgun once the ignition has been started. The music gently comes through the speakers at the same time the engine purrs in the background. If she closes her eyes, it’s possible to believe that she is with him on the many car journeys they have taken together. So this is what she does for a while, completely immersing herself into a past memory and applying it the present, a sinking sensation already forming in her gut as she knows when her eyes open again, the stark reality of what she has lost, will peel away another part of her she can never replace.

Lose somebody you love..... 

[jerxgilbs]

drowning || open

If there were ever a time to fake it until he made it, it would be now. It was so simple now, adjusting his tie, remaining as stoic as ever, pretending everything was alright when literally not one single thing in his life was. But, he’d grown used to it, or at least, he’d told himself that he had. It was a sign of strength right? That he’d accepted all aspects of the new world he lived in? Did anyone believe him? Did he even believe himself?

“Honestly I just wish everyone would stop asking me that.” He spoke gently with a hint of a smile peeking through, holding that ever brewing temper of his at nice luke warm level where it couldn’t touch a single soul, nor bring anymore unwanted attention to himself than there already was.