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@vampxadalyn
hiraethiisms:
“it’s nice to not be the only one, most people look at me like i’m a nuttball. the book is pretty good and there are apparently moving picture films that go along with it.” she said, her brows lifting. “you should check it out.”
“I seem to be behind on a lot of this time’s popular things.” Adalyn confessed. “Maybe I will.”
itsharrymikaelson:
“Oh, the big easy. I’ve got good memories there…mostly in the early 2000’s.” He smirked
“My memories are from a bit before that.” She said. “More like the 1920s.”
itsharrymikaelson:
“Yea, been away for a while. You?” He said not one word was a lie but fine enough answer for a human in case she was one.
Adalyn shook her head. “I’m from New Orleans.” Technically she was from a town outside of New Orleans, but she always told people she was from the city.
ordinaryfools:
There was almost this underlying guilt, not wanting to project his internal issues onto someone that he only just met. His spiraling downfall could have set anyone running and he wouldn’t blink twice because it was the sane thing to do. ❝ I’ve heard it ended in a nightmare for a lot.. How was it for you? ❞ Stefan hoped that he wasn’t pushing any boundaries in letting the question linger into the atmosphere. He brought his glass up to his lips, taking a sip from the liquid he had hoped would magically fix things. ❝ I’m trying to forget it happened, but that doesn’t seem to be going as planned — the ‘hallucination’ I had felt so real. Too real. ❞
“I was a lot luckier than most from what I’ve heard.” She told him taking a drink. “I relived how I died, which in a weird way is good I guess because I couldn’t remember. When I woke up here I just knew I had died, but no details. Some guy tried to fight me, I think they were under the carnivals influence, but you don’t fight a vampire and win.” She said with a small, quick smirk. Adalyn put a hand on his arm. “You know, sometimes I don’t think forgetting is the answer. Sometimes I think we need to fight our demons head on. But, if you want to forget for a little while I can help with that too. Another bottle of bourbon?”
ordinaryfools:
Stefan found himself grinning at Adalyn’s enthusiasm over winning herself a teddy bear. He almost forgot what it was like to go on without having to worry about anything — to live in the moment. It was easier when her smile illuminated a blissful aurora. ❝ Now you can go pro. The games here are very competitive. ❞ He jokes, giving her a light nudge in the side before he let her take the lead off to the food trucks. ❝ Hmm, ❞ He tilts his head in thought at the various options. ❝ All of them are too good. It’s almost impossible. ❞ He went ahead and decided to go with the funnel cake and deep-fried Oreos figuring those were carnival classics and his personal favorites.
“I’ll take on the whole town. Just call me Queen if the carnival games.” He joked. She waited for him to make a choice in treats. “Well luckily I have a sweet tooth. Anything you pick will be good by me.” She told him before he ordered. “So, Stefan, besides sucking at carnival games tell me something about yourself.” Her tone was playful.
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since coming back, katara had been trying to immerse herself in the pop culture things that she had missed in the last three centuries. the witch sat on a bench, one leg crossed over the other as she drank an iced coffee and read from the book she had zuko buy for her at a local book shop. so far, harry potter hadn’t let her down. while the magic was far fetched from true magic she could see the hype. when another joined her she placed the book page side down on her knee and smiled. “have you ever read these books? they’re quite good.”
Adalyn glanced over at the woman. “Hm, no I can’t say that I have.” She had missed out on a lot of things that most people considered popular today.
itsharrymikaelson:
“Im’ Henrik, its a pleasure to meet you.” He said immediately turning on his charm. He was sorry, but also intrigued.
“Adalyn.” She told him with a little smile. “Nice to meet you. Are you from around here?”
ordinaryfools:
Positioning his hand on the water gun, he pulled the trigger directly at the clown once the game began to start. A good competition never hurt anybody. When the first balloon popped, he grinned at the girl who seemed ecstatic. ❝ I admit defeat. ❞ He places a hand on his chest as if just the thought killed him, though there was no seriousness hidden behind his actions. A laugh spilled from his lips. ❝ Maybe games are your true hidden talent. — But it looks like I owe you whatever treat your heart desires. ❞
Adalyn squealed with delight at her victory. She picked out a little teddy bear as her prize. “Well it would be about time I find a hidden talent.” She stepped away from the game and looked towards the food trucks. “Come on, my heart desires something sweet.” The girl excitedly took him by the hand. She studied the menu funnel cake? What’s a funnel cake? Deep fried twinkies?” Most everything on the list was new to Adalyn. “Hm, tell you want. I trust your judgement. Pick your favorite and I’ll try it.”
ordinaryfools:
Seeing a familiar face is exactly what Stefan needed at the moment, leaving him to offer a brief friendly smile when Adalyn took a seat next to him. ❝ Do you like bourbon? ❞ He motioned to the bottle, moving forward with pouring her a glass in case she did. Believe it or not, meeting her was one of the few positives he took from that night. ❝ I was hoping a bit of liquor would help me forget certain things that the carnival brought up. ❞ His voice trails off, sliding the glass in her direction, wondering if things ended in a nightmare for her as well.
“Bourbon works.” Adalyn had been quite the social drinker back in the day, after she had turned. The carnival. A night that started off fun had turned to chaos. Although, Adalyn had managed to escape better off than most as she had seen and heard. She had learned the truth of how she had died. Plus someone had tried to attack her, but she gotten the upper hand. “The carnival ended badly for you? I’m sorry to hear that.” She took a drink. “Do you want to talk about? The bourbon will only make you forget for so long.” Adalyn didn’t sugar coat things. She wished she had someone to talk to when she was young and when she was stuck in her marriage.
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It was second nature to fall in the element of himself when liquor presented itself for the taking. The rhyme or reason never necessarily mattered whether that was to blow off stress, to numb the thirst that lingered dryly in the back of his throat, but more importantly to forget about the carnival that brought out the worst parts of himself. His once dull emerald hues had deepened, craving that spark that would ignite the flames and give him a sense of comfort his body yearned for. Even though, no amount of drinks could shake those conflicting thoughts that he [ THRIVED ] so well in. He ate them up, inhaled them as if they were the air he breathed, and just for a split second when it all so happened to come to an abrupt stop — reality sunk in as a reminder. His fingers were curled around the half-empty glass, bringing it up to his lips as he let the bourbon trickle down his throat, downing the rest. The burning sensation brought out a sense of relaxation, his shoulders beginning to ease up as a part of himself could come back to life in a blink of an eye. It was the flame that nestled in his throat, to his chest, giving him the numbing effect his body craved for — until it evaporated into nothing but thin particles immediately after.
The delusions he experienced that night were vivid, haunting him, reminding him of what he was capable of. Stefan could never leave that part of himself in the past. And falling right into a pawn of the necromancers that night to attack someone was further proof of how much he lacked control. The last place he should have been was at the Mystic Grill’s bar. He reached for the bottle, pouring more into his glass, ❝ Are you here to drink your sorrows away too? You might need this more than me. ❞ The question rolled off his tongue when he heard footsteps approaching.
Adalyn had decided to end her day with a drink. She had been acting normal, as if the truth of her death hadn’t been weighing on her in the slightest. Remembering what had happened was a strange feeling. Walking into the bar she spotted the man she had met at the carnival, Stefan she recalled his name. “If you’re offering.” She said sitting down next to him. “Now, tell me, what’s got you drinking alone?”
vampxadalyn·:
She just listened to him talk for a moment. She had never been the hero in any story, but had been the woman locked away in the tower. She planned to change that. Adalyn grinned, “Games it is then.” She followed the man. The lights from the rides and games were starting to turn on as the sun stared to set and it became even more magical. She watched a game where kids were shooting water into a clowns mouth, blowing up a balloon. The first balloon to pop won. “Hm, lets make a bet shall we?” She motioned to that game. “Loser buys the treats.” She smirked.
It was nice to forget about everything for a moment and take joy in something as little as a carnival game. Even if some of them seemed impossible to win fairly at least. ❝ A bet could make things more interesting. ❞ His hues trailed over to the game she had been referring to, intrigued. ❝ Almost sounds too easy. ❞ Stefan noted, when he saw that it was a game that used water guns to fill the balloons until one popped. Simple enough. A few slots were opened and he waited for her to join him. ❝ On the count of 3. — 3. 2. 1. ❞
Adalyn just grinned. She had always loved a good friendly competition. She sat down at the game next to him. “Good luck.” She offered before the game started. The girl let out a small squeal of delight when the water started and and the balloons began filling. The race was close, but then one balloon popped...
hiraethiisms:
normally kol didn’t let much bother him, not unless it involved his family and that included his wife of course. but adalyn had been the only true friend he had aside from tatia, so her words touched him and he nodded slowly before offering a small smile. “i know, and i’m glad for that. i just.. my father has always been a demented and twisted man i just wish i hadn’t been daggered and been there to help, yet another bone i have to pick with my brother and his lies.”
“It’s okay, Kol. Really. I’m not mad, as strange as that sounds. I’m here now, and I get another chance again.” She smiled softly. “Wait, you were what?”
@vampxadalyn
He haddent been paying attention after the walls closing them all in lifted, the barrier spell broken, everyone was running, finally free from the grasp of the carnival he bumped in to someone. “Ope…sorry miss.”
Adalyn had been on her way out after fighting some guy, who she believed had been under the carnival’s influence. She hadn’t been focused on anything but getting home when someone bumped into her. She went into defensive mode again until he apologized and she realized he wasn’t a threat. “Oh, don’t worry about it.” She offered a small smile.
The carnival had turned from a fun new experience with new friends to hell in a matter of seconds. Adalyn had gotten caught up in it. Ryan, one of the people she had recently met, tried attacking her. He had gotten in a few good blows, but ultimately Adalyn with her vampire abilities was able to overtake him. He realized he was under someone else’s control, so she let him live and couldn’t really blame him. Despite the craziness she still had all intentions of living her best life. She walked down the sidewalk without a care. “Excuse me, do you know where I might find a good cup of coffee?”
@forsakenstarter
ordinaryfools:
Even though he had just met her, the kind words were very much appreciated, leaving a slight smile to curve upon his lips. ❝ Believe it or not, that’s easier said than done. ❞ Stefan briefly shrugs his shoulders. ❝ You might just be missing out a bit. ❞ He held up his index finger and thumb to dramatically showcase how little. ❝ You have to try one of the games first. They can be rage inducing, but in a good way. ❞ He assures her, beginning to lead the way.
She just listened to him talk for a moment. She had never been the hero in any story, but had been the woman locked away in the tower. She planned to change that. Adalyn grinned, “Games it is then.” She followed the man. The lights from the rides and games were starting to turn on as the sun stared to set and it became even more magical. She watched a game where kids were shooting water into a clowns mouth, blowing up a balloon. The first balloon to pop won. “Hm, lets make a bet shall we?” She motioned to that game. “Loser buys the treats.” She smirked.
