the boy king.

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Ophelia Jermaine:

One final, almost feral, cry echoed out into the night. The bodies of three vampires lay on the ground around her on the floor of the abandoned gas station just outside the town line, hearts ripped from their chests, slowly desiccating. She looked up, the sound of footsteps catching her attention. “They attacked me first…” She stated, wiping bloody hands on her jeans, turning to identify the stranger that had stumbled across the scene. 

            “I honestly think I’m going to be sick --- or pass out --- or both---” Frozen in that moment as if the other would decide to kill him off too, he could only star wild eyed at the scene, of more dead bodies added to his sight seeing list of Red Creek. “----I guess this is a common occurrence ?” The male muttered this in a sense of disgust, actually moving to sit down in awe and overwhelming feelings at it all.

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Aemilia Carmikael:

“You have such BORING text message conversations. Seriously, do you only hang out with dull, people?? let’s see if your photos can make up for it.’’

          “Wait, what? Give me that---” Brows knit in surprise as the other wielded the phone in her hands, scrolling through bouts of conversations that could seem more than boring to the average eye. Most of them discussions of work between colleagues and other scientists. “Those are actually far more important than you’d believe.”

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Zeke Callen:

“Not a chance. Hate to break it to you, but you’re probably never going to forget this.” Especially if the sight of bodies weren’t a staple in his life from here on out. “— What else do you expect me to do? My well being is fine. Trust me, the best thing to do right now, is burn it. I’m not asking you to hang around and make smoke signals from it. Just go home.”

         “I guess I should be happy that you don’t sugarcoat.” Finally feeling as if he could move, he ran a distressed hand through his hair, pacing away from the spectacle. “My first thought as a normal member of society would be to report it but you long since threw that suggestion out the window. Isn’t there some supernatural council in town, why hide it?” 

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Camilla Roschell:

          Every word that the human muttered went through one ear and out the other as her nose smelt the scent of his blood — blood that her body was just screaming at her to drink. Blood that her insides were craving and before she knew it, she felt fangs beginning to poke at her lips, her small body slowly turning around and letting out a few coughs, hoping and praying that the human would see it as her just being courteous enough to cough in another direction, forcing her body to reject the fangs. “Uh — thanks, do you know where it is?” She finally asked, turning her body back to the male.

          There had been a long pan of silence, soon being broken by her misplaced cough, disjointed throughout everything. It was an out of place moment, he’d admit, one that was clearly fake; though he had learned from the moment arriving to Red Creek to no longer question anything out of the ordinary; less he wanted to be involved in something involving death or the like. “Should be the --- end of town, I’m ninety nine percent sure on that.” He gave a meek shrug of his shoulders as if it was the best he could offer. “I could walk with you, I know it’s getting late.”

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Alecta Valentine:

“Oh, well that would definitely be a shock to find. Hate to say it but I think it’s normal around here even though I thought the council was meant to be stopping those things. I might be confused. I’m Alecta by the way.”

           “Guess you’re all known for telling it like it is, too. Got it. Well, unless they’re superheroes, I’m sure they’re on everybody’s list to hate right about now. Unless everybody here is just comfortable with murder, too. I’m Zane.”

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Vee:

Vee really couldn’t shale the look of surprise on her face at  Zane saying he wasn’t mad. It was one of those thing’s she felt she had coming. She was a runner, she was a murderer, and she tried her best to be a good person, but old habits died hard sometimes. His explanation though made sense and she couldn’t fault him over it. “That’s fair. I wasn’t trying to do that. Thing’s just got crazy and I had to leave sooner than I wanted to. I’m hoping I can stop the sting.” Vera added hoping for some reconciliation since he seemed more open than she had anticipated. “Yeah absolutely. “ Vera replied glancing back at Zane as she looked around for the closest place with coffee. “ I’ve got an idea. Have you been in town long?” She asked hoping to kick off thing’s with something a little lighter.

          “You know, you seem far more surprised at seeing me, than I expected. Guess I was a little fearful of seeing you again, too.” He mentioned this lightly, for truly he had no idea if that was a mutual feeling on the matter in the first place. Zane nodding his head, giving a half smile on the situation. Over all the years, losing Vee had caused a big gap within his life. After everything they had been through to have woken up one day to know she was truly gone; was shocking and even if he could say he was understanding and believe it himself; he truly had no idea. “I think you’ll help on that matter,” any awkward tension that could arise practically melted slowly as things continued, slipping into a full blown grin even if it was just for a moment. “Uh, no actually. Got in a couple of days ago. Like I said, job opportunity, so I can only hope it goes well.” For a long time, Zane had blamed her departure on his own dedication to his career.

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Emma Teague:

“Well, you know, you live.. you die.. It happens. I can easily pretend a lot of stuff but one of these days she’s gonna figure it out.”

          “When it’s my time to go, I’d like to plan on staying dead. To each their own? --- I think? --- She better not catch you on an off day. And I’d say what’s the harm in telling somebody the truth, but this seems pretty complicated if you ask me.”

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Vee:

Vee didn’t know why she was getting so emotional. She knew one day this day would come and while she tried to do the best she could, deep down she still felt guilt over it. From an outsider perspective she ditched him, but he didn’t seem mad at her. That was the most shocking thing about the situation. “ You’re not?” She asked surprised. “ I wouldn’t blame you if you were, but thank you. I promise I’ll explain why. Just know that that was the only way to do thing’s at the time. “ Vee expressed. She had heard his words but still  felt at fault.  Despite running away after committing murder and triggering herself as a werewolf, she still disappeared with his child. “Yeah I have the time. I mean maybe not to talk about everything, but we can cover a lot of it. “ She replied, offering a small smile.

           There was a chuckle that left his lips, holding no resentment towards the girl he once spent a good portion of his life with. “I... can’t answer that honestly. I’m not mad, but sometimes, I guess it just still stings, you know?” There’s a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, as if everything that had happened was surely out of his control. Briefing her with a smile, Zane was just glad for the ability to talk to her after so long. In a dramatic sense, a large piece of him felt missing with her departure. It was almost like deja vu after all that had happened within his life. To have somebody else disappear all over again just dug that figurative knife that much deeper. “---Coffee, then?” He swayed in his place, hands stuffed in his pockets as if trying to be ever so calm within the situation at hand, “I can’t say I know a place just yet,” Zane gave a genuine half grin, “But as long as you point me to a place, I promise it’ll be worthwhile.”

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Alecta Valentine:

“Not the worst? Dare I venture to ask what is the worst? Thanks. I’m very glad to be back.”

          “I’ve since stumbled upon a dead body since I arrived if that answers your question.” Though not naive to the supernatural, death was not something he’d likely ever get used to.

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Bernthal Talbot:

“Rebellious nature is the worst thing to fight against”  A shadow of a smile appeared in his face and then the serious expression came back, “Insomnia is my worst enemy”

          “Clearly something much of this town suffers from. For a place that’s hellbent of reminding me of some ominous curfew, it seems there are plenty breaking it.” He could nod in understanding, “Never any good advice on that topic. Insomnia is more of a curse than anything else out there.”

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#wyatt logan appreciation (3/?)

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Camilla Roschell:

          The alcohol stopped working a while ago, a few shots in and it was just making the hunger worse. It wouldn’t stop – the hunger was just growing with each drop she managed to drain from the innocent people she found behind alleyways and it was only causing the anxiety in her veins to pump faster because of her possibility of getting caught. She was fidgeting, anyone around her would know she was nervous about something but she was praying they it would just come off as regular anxiety. “Can you —- point me to the closest hotel or something? I — really need a place to stay if this curfew is still in tact,” she muttered to the person with their back turned to her.

         A low whistle left the humans lips, shrugging his shoulders as he swiveled around to face the other, “I mean... I’m hardly familiar with the area yet. Haven’t been here long enough to know the ins and the outs of this town; sorry. But isn’t there that one hotel...” Snapping his fingers as if it’d help him recall the memory, he piped up as it came to him, “Strange Magic hotel? Something like that.”

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Wisteria Fontaine:

“I’m fine, get off me - I’m fine.” Teri stumbled drunkenly away from the hands offering her help and support, she was very drunk and a little lost after taking a wrong turn on her way home. “I don’t need your help… I don’t need anyone’s help!”

          “I’m sure I would have believed that a couple of drinks ago, but you reek.” The stench of liquor filled the air, Zane allowing her space despite how much she clearly stumbled. “I just want to make sure you get to a safe place in one piece, okay?”

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Zeke Callen:

“You think an explanation is going to ease that twist in your stomach?” He recited words that had been spoken to him at a young age, “We do nothing – You go home, and I burn the body.” If he could without it being felt tenfold because of the curse Maddox had left him with.

          “I guess there’s goes my hope of possibly pretending it could.” Like witnessing a car wreck, Zane found it hard to keep his eyes off the deceased, despite whatever sick feeling it left within him. “You -- you’re going to burn the body? What the hell ---? This isn’t about a twist in my stomach now, this is generally wondering if you’re well being is intact, at this point...”

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Emma Teague:

“I can’t believe I’m saying I’m glad to be back in Red Creek, but being at home with your mom who doesn’t know you’re dead is really fucking awkward sometimes, especially when she’s super determined to talk about your hypothetical future kids..”

         “I’m trying not to act surprised at how casually you talk about being dead --- I’ve learned that since moving here --- yet, I’m definitely not the best actor out there.”

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Vee:

Vee had years to think about how thing’s were going to go and had tried to plan out the unpredictable.  She should have known better though that thing’s didn’t work that way in the real world. She still looked at Zane and felt like she had really hurt him running away the way he had. It wasn’t her right to take their child, but she couldn’t stay in town knowing she was a murderer. “ If you are mad at me, I completely get it. I did a shitty thing. ” Vee began,  looking up at the father of her child. Seeing him again reminded her how much she had loved him and genuinely missed him. “ I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t stay there and by then this became home. It was safer for her here. “ Vee continued bringing up their daughter.  She was happy with where she was and raising her little girl, but she wasn’t going to pretend like something hadn’t always felt missing.“ It’s a good place to live, but I did miss you. “

         There had been many times over the years where Zane had truly believed he would never see her again. It was a sickened feeling, one that reminded him quite like the abandonment he had face with his own mother. He had trusted Vera, and yet even throughout his own hurt, he could understand. There was a soft laugh, yet it held nothing but a sense of genuine confusion. “Vee---” Zane exasperated, shaking his head, “I’m not... mad. I had all this time to be mad, to be upset and angry. And all of these terrible fucking things. But I can’t just... be like that anymore. No matter what, I trusted you and even if I don’t understand still, I hope one day I’m able to.” Truly, there was no judgement held in his tone, stuck on the firm believe that she had only done it for the sake of their child. How even if it had taken him so long to find out about their child in the first place, that it was only her fear that had overridden any regard to tell him. Gnawing at his lips at her own soft confession, he inhaled a breath. Of course, he missed her too, more than anything, yet for some reason, he couldn’t bring it to reciprocate those words. “Look, do you want to grab coffee right now? We can... sit down and catch up, on everything..”

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Bernthal Talbot:

Bernthal was in the woods. He spent most of his time there. It was where he felt free and could really try to get his head in order. The town was small, which made him feel a little claustrophobic. The forest was big, he liked the smell of the trees and the lake. He especially liked the silence that was there. He was lost in thought as he heard footsteps and turned  around, “I didn’t know that more people were going to the forest at this time of the night”

          “Tried to stay inside, but I guess my own rebellious nature got the best of me or something---” Merely joking on his statement, Zane shoved his hands in his pockets with a shrug of his shoulders, “Guess I should ask the obvious exchange; why are you out here, too?”