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Post by Malachai Parker on Jan 14, 2016 11:15:37 GMT
"You're, like, really
Hmmm...this place was eerily quiet. As he walked through the empty streets, he wasn't sure he liked the sound of it. It reminded him too much of that Prison World. It was always quiet there. Nothing but his own voice had ever filled the void, and now...now, it looked like that's all he had to keep him company, again.
"No zombies?!" he asked out loud, just to test the place.
He wasn't worried about them. Not anymore, not really. I mean, okay, sure, the first one had...seriously freaked him out, when it came charging toward him like that, kinda like one of those bulls, and he'd gotten chewed up a little. Buuut, thanks to his handy, new, limitless supply of power, he'd been able to get the thing off him and take it out. And, interestingly enough, he'd realized there was magic in the bite he had received that he could siphon right out of himself. But then, go figure. The only way things like that could ever be wandering around was because of some type of spell, right?
The poor zombie didn't stand a chance after that, he thought to himself, with a mirthful smile.
It was nice, being able to kill something like that again, without having to feel bad about it. That was the most shocking thing of all that he'd gone through, actually. Getting Luke's conscience. It was a strange, strange side-effect of that merge. God, just thinking about it, though...it was making him feel guilty all over again. He started thinking of Luke, then Liv, and how he'd robbed her of her twin, and then he thought of Jo, and then all his other siblings, and...ugh! How could anyone stand this? It was awful.
In comparison, this whole...Undead, roaming the earth thing? It hadn't really phased him much. He'd been a little preoccupied, sorting through his feelings, and the zombies weren't really a threat to him anyway, so...yeah. First thing he'd decided was to try to get far away from his siblings. Maybe the feelings would fade. But, uh...they hadn't. So, next step: find distractions! There were plenty around, right? Unfortunately, it was kind of hard to find them sometimes, now that so many people were dying, or staying indoors, or holing up somewhere remote, or...whatever else they were all doing...
"Ooh!"
Kai quickly veered toward his right and walked leisurely into what looked to be an abandoned bar. "This place is all empty, too, huh?" he whispered to himself, before giving a slight shake of his head. "Oh well."
He promptly vaulted over the counter and began to check the labels on what was left of the alcohol. Huh...actually, there was a surprisingly good selection. This was such a waste, whoever had just...booked it. But, then again, maybe they'd been turned. Or chased out. Who knows? It could've been that they just didn't have time to grab any of the good stuff, they had to leave in a hurry.
He twisted the cap off a bottle of aged gin, but it slipped out of his hand and bounced to the floor. Whoops. He quickly stooped to his knees to retrieve the cap.
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Post by Freya Mikaelson on Jan 14, 2016 12:28:07 GMT
| | Freya strolled down the street of the downtown district, enjoying the pleasantness which had settled over the evening. Yes, she had needed to fight off a small hoard of those zombies, but it had been a relatively effortless task. They had absolutely no tolerance for magic. And after that had been dealt with, she had been allowed to enjoy her freedom once more. Despite what had befallen the world, she couldn't help but feel the slightest euphoria at the wondrous feeling of even walking on her own, left to her own devices.
It had all comes as quite a surprise after she’d emerged from the horrid house she'd been locked away in. She'd freed herself only to discover the roaming undead. She was also surprised to find that magic was the cause of it. Something so powerful and as widespread as zombification could only be achieved through magic—zombification was a dark, voodoo practice, dating back several hundred years to the tribes in Africa.
Freya sighed and calmly placed her hands into the pockets of her coat. She was nearing the French Quarter, only another couple of miles now. She intended to seek out her family, see what they were doing about the infestation, and determine a way to combat it and try to set the world straight once more. ‘Apocalypse’ was written in graffiti along the walls she passed, but she only shook her head. People always believed it to be the apocalypse when misfortune stuck. They so easily lost hope. One only needed to set their eyes on the future. Granted, this tragedy was already far worse than most, but the world hadn’t ended. There were survivors. They could ensure a future.
But first, she really needed a drink. A part of her was nervous about being reunited with her family after all of this time. She had never actually met most of her siblings, Finn being the only one who could possibly remember her. A drink would help take the edge off, help her to think more clearly without her more sensitive emotions clouding her judgement. Freya turned a corner and then halted immediately, figure tensed. She could see someone through one of the windows of the local bars. She took a moment, trying to determine whether or not he was a threat—whether or not he was one of them.
She exhaled in relief when she saw that he appeared to be one of the living. He was talking to himself as he looked around the establishment. Freya bit her lip and hesitated before taking a few steps closer. He was the first living person she’d seen since leaving the house, and it was a very comforting and somewhat exciting sight. She wasn’t alone out here.
Then she watched as he vaulted over the counter and began to browse through the bottles on the shelf. He was a funny sort of person, wasn’t he? Freya chuckled under her breath, smile widening, then moved across the empty street and into the bar, tilting her head when he dropped the cap of the bottle. She tried to keep herself composed and slowly approached him, bending to grab the cap just as he was reaching for it.
“Allow me,” she voiced to him, before straightening and holding it up for him, eyes gleaming with amusement. “And I’ll give it back if you’re willing to share a bit of that drink.” Her gaze lowered briefly to the bottle in his hands, before it lifted and settled patiently within his, a half-smile playing on her lips.
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Post by Malachai Parker on Jan 15, 2016 4:12:12 GMT
"You're, like, really
Just as he was about to retrieve the cap, another, slender hand reached out and picked it up before he could. He furrowed his brow, and lifted his gaze to see who he was dealing with, but just as his eyes landed on her, they widened in surprise. Wow...she was really pretty. Who was she? It was actually a little intimidating, he could almost feel himself sweating just being this close to her. How long had it been since he'd talked to a girl? I mean...other than Jo, and then he had briefly had an interaction with Liv before the merge, but they were his sisters, and that didn't really count.
And even then, I mean...he was certain he'd never seen any girl this pretty. Not in real life, anyway. He'd watched a whole bunch of movies, and TV, there were those lifeguards on Bay Watch, but...that was on a TV screen. They hadn't been standing right in front of him like this, interacting with him, actually talking to him. Haha, this was crazy!
As she voiced her terms, a smile spread across his face. He released a faint laugh, as he pushed himself to his feet, before taking a step back to give her a once over. What was she, anyway? He could sense magic in her. A witch? Ooh, or maybe one of those vampires he'd heard so much about! Yeah, that was possible. Huh...this would be his first time meeting one of them, if she was a vampire.
"Hmmm...," he glanced down at the gin, and lifted it carelessly in his hand, before tossing it in the air to his other. A bit of the liquid sloshed out as he did. "But if I share it," he remarked, his eyes narrowing a fraction as he stared at the bottle, "I don't think we're even gonna need that afterwards."
He fixed his gaze on her once more, before his smile widened to a grin.
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Post by Freya Mikaelson on Feb 10, 2016 18:23:54 GMT
| | Freya was very amused with the man's reaction as his eyes lifted to hers. His face showed quite a mixture of surprise, wonder and even nervousness. She tilted her head; it was a curious assortment of things to see in someone his age, but admittedly refreshing all the same. There was something very youthful about his eyes; exuberant.
She watched as his smile spread, something which only served to accentuate his youthful look. And then he laughed and stood, leaving her to observe him at his full height, which was actually somewhat impressive, as he appeared to give her a once-over.
There was something else about him though, something more, which made her curious about him. He was on his own, and unconcerned with being so. He also didn't carry a weapon. It made her wonder if there wasn't more to him than met the eye.
As he spoke, his voice every bit as carefree as his demeanor, offhand and careless--a fact only further emphasized as he halphazardly tossed the bottle in the air--Freya returned his smile when his eyes lowered to hers again. There was an aura of the exciting to him. And also, admittedly, something of the adorable.
"Ah yes," Freya replied, voice light and upbeat. "You're quite right." She glanced to to the cap in her hand a moment, "well, in that case," she tossed it somewhere behind her, hearing it clatter to the floor.
Then she held out a hand towards the bottle, brow raised, as she returned her eyes to his. "Ladies first?"
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Post by Malachai Parker on Apr 5, 2016 8:16:12 GMT
"You're, like, really
When the beautiful girl proceeded to just toss the cap behind her, seeming not to care about it in the slightest, Kai felt his heart skip a beat in...well, in something. He didn't know what to call it. It felt like excitement. Yeah! Yeah, it felt really exciting, watching her do that! He hadn't known what to expect from the mysterious stranger, but already he knew she was playful, and now? She was a little bit careless, too. And both were awesome!
As she gazed back into his eyes, holding her hand out expectantly, he continued to grin at her, not sure what else he could do, before handing the bottle over.
"Ooh!" his eyes widened at the sudden prospect that had popped into his head. "Does this mean there's gonna be some second-hand kissing?" His stare wandered briefly to the lip of the bottle, before quickly darting back to meet her bright blue gaze. "There totally is, isn't there?"
"Wow...," he began musing then, "would you believe it, but I'm not sure I've ever actually done that before? I mean, aside from family, because, believe me, I had a bunch of little brothers and sisters, and they'd always steal my cup and drink from it, and then I'd, you know, push them over for it, or...whatever, but...that doesn't really feel the same. It's a different idea, you know? Drinking from the same cup as your siblings, and drinking from the same cup—or bottle—as a pretty girl."
He released another small laugh at that, shaking his head at himself. She was really making him feel totally nervous.
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Jan 14, 2016 5:28:19 GMT
Happy to have appeared, Mr. Salvatore.
Jun 20, 2017 3:27:23 GMT