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🔦 #WHEELSRUSTED : a dependent multi - muse writing blog for hiddenwashington. muses penned , adored & tormented by strawberry. she / her. 25+. ( thread tracker. )
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the only reason she was even entertaining this was because she was so certain it would fail. vampires weren't real, so he couldn't exactly show her one, could he? she had absolutely no interest in seeing him again the following day, but doing so would mean she could prove herself right and prove him wrong, so what could she do really? cordelia was going to have to suck it up and hang out with a loser two days in a row. oh, the sacrifices she had to make to be right. "fine, i'll wait, but this better not be some ploy to get some of your weirdo friends to pretend to be vampires," she shot at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. maybe he really did want to 'prepare', grab himself some holy water or whatever the hell else people convinced themselves helped against the fictional creatures. "where exactly are you planning on taking me? because i don't really want to meet up with comic book loser in a graveyard after dark..."
he did not believe in befriending vampires. he didn't believe in truces or anything of the sort. vampires were dangerous , and he preferred them to be dead. fully. he also knew that dc was crawling with them , and he couldn't reasonably kill every vampire in sight. that would be an impossible task. he'd likely get himself killed in the process , which was not one of his goals. he quite liked being alive. he was dreading having to do this. him and his big mouth. he needed to worry about not getting either one of them killed , which was not something he was looking forward to. “ my friends aren't weirdos. they're vampire hunters , too. they're not gonna pretend to be vampires , you have my word. ” edgar rolled his eyes at her words , not surprised by her belief that they were going to seek out vampires. “ you have antiquated ideas on what vampires do in their free time , you know. they don't actually just hang out in cemeteries like myths would have you believe. they do have social lives , you know. they hang out in the same places you and i do. like i said ... it just happens at night. the sun weakens them. does the bar work for you ? or are you gonna complain that the tabletops are too sticky ? ”
Dwayne decided to drop the vampire talk, at least for the time being. "Do you think he's your brother? Do you feel a connection, or whatever?" Dwayne wondered if he had any siblings, and if he would feel anything if he saw them. No one had claimed to be a sibling of his thus far.
"I mean, things here seem odd. We both have memory issues, there could be some truth to that." He paused, as if only just processing what Michael had said a minute prior. "Wait, did you say 'Santa Carla'?"
“ i don't know what i think , ” michael said , shrugging. “ i do feel some sort of connection , but it's all a little weird to me. ” when he left home the morning he'd met sam , he left a kid brother. sam was older. it was incredibly confusing for michael , and he didn't know who to talk to. well , he had one idea , but it was a bad one. “ i didn't even know i had memory issues until recently. it wasn't until i started meeting some people that i started questioning shit. ” michael nodded in response to his query. “ yup. that's what sam said. santa carla. why ? does it sound familiar ? ”
soda isn't too keen to let go of his brother, but he can tell from the way ponyboy is still gripping him that the feeling is mutual. he had been feeling so lost here, adrift in a place and time that he didn't understand when he'd barely been able to keep up with the one he'd been living before. now it makes sense. if pony is here, soda has to be here too, and it can't possibly be much longer before darryl shows up. golly, he'll knock their heads together before he even says hello, but soda for one will be glad to take it if it means they're all together again. he takes a good look at ponyboy, and can't suppress the urge to reach out and muss up his hair. " lordie. look at you, all grown up. " he's shamelessly teasing him, talking like pony was fourteen the last time he saw him. soda opens his mouth, but his next words are wiped clean out of his head when his brother's words finally sink in. " johnny. " a vivid image comes to mind, and soda has to shake his head to banish it again. " what are you talking about, kid? johnny, he's - " dead. but he can't say that out loud, even all these years on. " he's gone. 'course he can't remember a thing. but nothing could make me forget you, ponyboy. nothing in this whole world. "
seeing soda made pony feel at least somewhat better about his situation. his brother felt safe , like home. he'd been wandering dc for three years on his own , just hoping that somehow , some way , the people he loved would be end up there. he had missed his brothers and his friends every day. going through life without them was tough , a challenge he never wanted to be faced with. now that he had soda , he hoped he never lost him again. he wondered if anyone else from tulsa would show up , too. he hoped they would. he wanted his family back. he wanted his friends back , too. “ yeah , i don't really remember how that happened , either , ” he told soda , a laugh escaping his lips. a lot of things pony couldn't explain had happened. it was nice he at least had one of his brothers there to talk about it with him. soda might have taken what he had to say a lot better. pony knew how it sounded. johnny was gone back in tulsa. he remembered that loss , carried it with him still. he wasn't sure how to explain things to soda without sounding like he had lost his mind. he just hoped his brother would believe him. he could show him proof if he had to. “ no , soda ... listen ... ” he stressed , his eyes wide and his grasp on his brother tightening. . “ johnny is here. he's alive. he's not gone. this place ... it did something. it brought him back. i saw him with my own eyes. i swear. same old johnny. i'd know him anywhere. he just doesn't remember me ... doesn't remember tulsa. it's him. this place takes people's memories away. i'm so glad it didn't do it to you. i don't know what i would've done if i lost you , too. ”
chrissy doesn't want to jump to conclusions or anything - it's not like they were considered the closest of friends or anything. they weren't even friends, really, but chrissy would think that at the very least, mike would recognize her. it's only when the other continues talking that chrissy becomes completely confused, because what did he mean he went to high school here ? she has a moment of wondering if she's the one starting to lose it. " chrissy cunningham, " she finally introduces herself, not too sure what else to say at the moment. she doesn't want to say anything wrong. " but it's totally fine. don't expect anyone to remember every single person they went to school with. "
mike shook his head at the name. it wasn't ringing any bells , which did make him feel slightly guilty. he felt like he was usually pretty decent with names and remembering. “ yeah , i guess nobody remembers everyone , ” he agreed. he still didn't love the fact that she clearly knew him by name and he couldn't seem to recall her. “ i'm still sorry i don't remember you , chrissy , ” he said , his words sincere. “ i guess we were just in different classes or something , ” he reasoned. that made sense , right ? he still felt like an asshole , though.
She offered the other a kind smile, not one of judgment but of understanding, "you know I can understand being scared - we aren't exactly like puppies, y'know?" she joked as she tilted her head. "Though now I feel like I have to prove myself"
“ you don't need to prove anything to me , ” atticus insisted. he didn't want to make the stranger feel obligated to do that on his behalf. his issues were his own to deal with , and atticus could recognize as much. “ really , don't concern yourself with it. ”
morrigan nodded her head slowly. “you are sadly correct, yes. it is a shame that both of us have had to see that for ourselves. that we have both seen that darkness and cruelty up close.” she mused, clearing her throat. “i hope there are people here who never have to see it. that they can enjoy the world without that harsh reality.” mor smiled sadly towards the other. “i understand that. i am… trying to work with it. trying to be there for people and appear as human as possible.” she pulled her hair back from her face to reveal her pointed ears. “i am usually not one to hide who i am.” at least not physically.
“ it is a shame , ” nolan agreed. “ i can see what you mean about being glad some people are in the dark about it , but i guess some part of me is still grateful for it , actually. i think it's better to be aware than oblivious. it's better to know ... to not be in the dark. at least , if you ask me. ” he'd rather be presently aware of the world's cruelty than learn about it somewhere later down the line through unfortunate circumstances. “ it can be a little difficult to keep all of that in mind , ” he acknowledged. “ sometimes it's just easier to not talk about it. not everyone is really capable of understanding. ” nolan noted her ears , a dead giveaway in his opinion. “ yeah , that might be a little difficult to explain. ”
she stayed quiet as she listened to him explaining. “the same happened for me. exactly. i… don't know how. i shouldn't be here, just like you shouldn't but…” el waved her hands around them. “here we are. it's… strange. confusing.” but wasn't it good? to have another chance? she wasn't sure how to feel about it. “you did? it uh, definitely seems we have that in common. not my mother but my friends, my family. he just wished i hadn't done it. that we could've found another way. i'm sorry that you know what that's like but i'm glad your mother is here.” eleven added with a kind smile. “what's she like?” she found herself asking without thinking. joyce had been a mother to her but… she couldn't help but wonder what her real mother would've been like. “it… it really would.” she admitted, smiling a little wider. “thank you. for… for listening to me.”
“ strange and confusing indeed. ” he didn't know how to explain much or what he felt. he was just glad to know he wasn't alone in feeling the way that he did. knowing that other people had similar experiences as he did made him feel at least a little bit better. he'd never wish the experience on anyone else , sure , but having someone who understood him was comforting. “ i'm sorry you had to have such a similar experience as me. ” he didn't regret dying to save his mother , he would do it all over again if he had to. “ do you think there was a different way to do it ? for you ? i don't think there was a different way i could've done anything. it all happened so fast. ” he didn't want to go into full detail , though. atticus nodded , smiling softly. “ my mom ? i'm glad she's here , too. she's great. one of the best people i know. ” he could talk about his mother all day. atticus smiled , nodding in agreement. “ it's nice to have a friend. oh , you don't really need to thank me for listening at all. i prefer listening. ”
“hello, welcome…” peeta trails off, pausing at the mirror image in front of him. he’s half tempted to reach out and make sure this isn’t some lack of sleep induced hallucination. “i-don’t know.” the baker is rarely without clever speech, but between the nightmares and this he’s at a loss. “last i checked, i don’t have other siblings. i don’t think my family hid a twin from me.” could they have? he doesn’t exactly have the best dynamic with most of them.
the experience was freaky to say the least. never in his wildest dreams had pony imagined he'd find himself in this particular predicament. he'd gotten used to a lot in his three years in dc , but clones of himself ? that was a new one. “ i have two brothers , ” he told the stranger. he knew that this particular individual was not one of them. “ my parents never would've hidden another brother from us. ” he knew that to be true. “ where are you from ? i'm from tulsa. ”
"Good enough for me!" Cletus didn't care so much for whatever warm and fuzzy feelings led them to that conclusion... he would have been just as happy watching them finish the job as he was intervening! The important part was the violence, not whatever morality (or lack thereof) dictated either side. But nobody call him a poor sport! (He might cry.) Instead, he jumped in with the enthusiasm of every crazy motherfucker finally given an excuse to let loose. The muggers in question weren't expecting that. Unafraid in spite of the knives and fists they wielded, Cletus made a big show of scrapping with as many of them as he could. Not always with precision—several times, noticed or otherwise, he'd been stabbed and left bleeding. Shot once. The ringing in his ears was stronger than the feeling of the bullet left lodged in his flesh. His inability to back down despite it all made him scary. Anyone else would have been left on the ground, but not him! "C'mon, don't give me all the glory now. I'll get a big head!" He declared, even while continuing to kick at the poor, criminal sucker on the ground. The victim had long since run in the opposite direction of it all...
of all the things he could've predicted , he couldn't have possibly anticipated the evening heading in this direction. there was so much happening at once. without the senses he'd been accustomed to for years , he felt like he was at an extreme disadvantage trying to pay attention to everything that was unfolding. he tried paying attention , but with all the different noises happening around him , it was a little overwhelming. he couldn't tune any excess sounds out , something nolan found incredibly frustrating. it was something he wouldn't admit he missed being able to do. nolan's eyes darted around , and he found himself a little too shocked to jump in and try to come to cletus' aid. he could sustain injuries here , he would not have the luxury of speedy recovery he once did. it was something to take into consideration. his mind was racing , and he didn't know how to make it slow down. finally , nolan snapped back to reality and moved forward. however , instead of aiding cletus in his takedown of the criminal , he moved to pull him away , eyes scanning over him carefully. “ hey , you gotta slow it down , ” he told him , shaking his head. “ he's already on the ground. he is not getting up anytime soon. are you hurt ? ”
"What's tekeela?" The same wrinkle-nosed expression graced his features, every aspect of this conversation in some way painful. His brother, Elfangor, would have been much better about understanding this peculiar species. He had always emphasized the importance of that understanding, of the study of xenobiology and xenoculture. Ax, by contrast, had been resistant to as much—nationalistic. Now that he realized the error of his disinterest, it was much too late. Elfangor was gone, the domeship was gone, and now there was only him. Any idea of thanking someone for the experience just sent a shudder through him. What kind of world was this?! "I really like softer things. Leaves. Stems are just okay." Grass would have been closer in English, but he wasn't going off much but what he could imagine. Most importantly, he wasn't going off of a sense of taste; he had known no such thing until now. As that sense was so alien to him, Ax had difficulty understanding their point. "...That doesn't make sense," he admitted, completely unable to recognize how odd that made him seem. "You get water through food. Why would you need to consume it? It's just to wash..."
“ tequila ? it's ... another alcohol. probably one of my least favorites. i would never drink it on its own ever again. it can be okay in a mixed drink , but it really depends. i think i prefer vodka personally when i'm making drinks for myself. i just don't think it'd be smart of me to overwhelm you with too many drink to try. i don't wanna get you hammered if this is your first time drinking. ” he needed to be mindful , something nolan learned pretty early on. everyone handled their alcohol differently , and if this was this person's first time , he didn't want to recommend too much. nolan stared at the stranger , mouth hanging open slightly. he blinked rapidly and quickly shook his head , trying to compose himself. he needed to pull himself together , not stare at a stranger in disbelief. he knew what dc did. it wasn't that challenging to accept that not everyone who woke up in dc was originally human , or human - like. he cleared his throat , nodding to himself. “ what exactly were you before you became a person when you woke up here ? ” he asked , doing what he could to sound casual. “ that's not enough water for the human body , ” he told ax. “ you need to actually drink it , too. it doesn't have much of a taste to it , but you should definitely be drinking it. ” nolan moved to put some ice in a cup and filled it with water. “ drink , ” he instructed as he pushed it towards him.
vivian let out a small hum. “that's very sweet of you. thank you.” they were grateful for the company. “correct. i enjoy travelling but usually i have somewhat of a say in the matter.” not completely. they tended to stick to their sire's side like glue until now. something else that confused them. were were they? why weren't they here with vivi? “interesting. so it's not just myself. it's something that's reached out to several people? how confusing.” she muttered before sipping at her wine. “i suppose i should take advantage. i have yet to really explore dc."
“ oh , anytime , ” he said , nodding. nolan chuckled , fully understanding what she was referring to in that regard. “ yeah , ” he muttered. “ i know where you're coming from with that. i spent so many years traveling , and when i woke up here without an out ... it was pretty confusing and not at all what i'm used to. ” nolan enjoyed keeping busy and moving around. he couldn't do that anymore , and it was something he was still struggling to adjust to. “ it's definitely impacting everyone here in one way or another. some of them remember everything like us except for how they got here. then there are others who don't remember their lives at all. ” he nodded again at their words. “ i think you should explore dc. it does have a lot to offer. ”
"I'll drink to that," he joked, if only slightly. It was true enough. Aslan knew that there was nothing he could do—immediately—about Elijah or the other members of the Mikaelson clan. That didn't necessarily mean that he had to enjoy it, but he had come to accept it. It was going to take much more planning to get rid of them and all the monstrous creatures they had spawned in their wake. Little did he know that the person in his stead had been one of them! "But it has its perks as well. That can't be denied." Second chances... for one.
nolan smiled before nodding faintly. he tried not to dwell on the negatives , did whatever he could to try and continue finding the positive perspectives in his current situation. he had friends , he was making new ones , too. he had things that were going well for him. he'd take whatever wins he could. it seemed his present company appeared to be doing the same thing as him. he supposed it was all they really could do in their respective circumstances. “ well , what's been your favorite thing about dc so far ? ” nolan asked him. “ i like all the interesting people i keep getting to meet. the food's not so bad , either. ”
"Don't worry, I don't take it personally at all." Nellie replies, shaking her head. "I'm not the biggest fan of vampires, myself. Though there are a few here that seem decent enough." She then shrugs her shoulders. "Still wouldn't trust 'em with my life. I think they'd choose themselves over me, any day of the week." She smiles softly, "Seriously, Atticus, don't worry about it. Your feelings are more important than mine, here."
“ okay , good , ” he replied , nodding slightly. at least she didn't take offense to it. he wasn't trying to upset anyone , but allowing himself to try and trust another person was a difficult task. “ i can't say i've met very many i find decent , ” he told nellie. however , he could admit he never went and tried seeking out positive traits in vampires anyways. “ most vampires probably would do that. i think they're pretty selfish. ” maybe it was unfair to be so critical , but he didn't blame himself for it , either. he'd had bad experiences. “ thanks for understanding. ”
Freya laughed sadly. "Believe me, I get that." She commented. "Do you want to tell me about your life before you lived here? Would that help? Or would it make things worse?"
“ i think that might do more harm than good , ” atticus told her , shaking his head. “ recounting my past ... it might only make me feel worse than i already do. i don't want to think about the night that i died. ”
he raised his brows at that. “really? is… is that on purpose? like do you keep people at bay or something?” beau questioned. “sorry, that's probably a bit rude, you can ignore that.” he muttered with a shake of his head. “you have memory loss? i have… i have heard whispers of that happening. didn't think it was possible. there are a lot of people here who are confused so i wouldn't be surprised if it's true.” he admitted, clearing his throat. “it doesn't sound crazy.” he nodded his head slowly. “yeah. yeah… i did. i remember what happened.”
“ yes , it is on purpose , ” michael confirmed. he didn't have a reason to lie about it , especially to someone who was a complete stranger. he knew it was counterproductive to push people away when all he wanted was to form connections , to find himself someone who he truly connected with , but he could cross that bridge when he came to it. “ i don't know if i have it or not. that's just what i've been told. ” he had no way of knowing if that were true or not unless memories resurfaced or he was presented with some sort of proof. “ what happened ? ”
"hmmm. well you did come to the right person." it wasn't like serena wanted to brag--okay maybe she did a little. if it was one thing she had an eye for it was fashion. while she was still floored by the fact someone came back looking to find her, but she figured it was meant to be; like she was chosen to help with finding the dress. or so that was what she was going to chalk it up to anyways. "do you know your mom's favorite color? or any color she likes wearing the most? do you know what style of dress she would like?"
“ good to know. ” he figured he had made the right call. michael still didn't have the faintest idea what he was doing , but he was trying his best. he wanted to be a good son , wanted to do right by his family. he thought getting his mother a dress would be a kind gesture. he knew that she didn't really do many things for herself , either. “ i know she likes longer dresses. she wears a lot of blue , too. so maybe something blue and more ... modest ? sorry , i don't know if i'm using the correct terms here. i've never bought a dress or any women's clothing before , actually. ”
