Open Picture Prompt Post

[desertions]

An Open RP Post, with a ~twist~. Basically, I love picture prompts more than life itself, so this is what you do.

1. You choose one of your characters.
2. You leave me a picture prompt and/or what character of mine you're requesting (if you don't request a specific one, I turn the wheel of RP fortune or something like that).
3. I comment setting up a scenario inspired/based on the prompt
4. profit????

Comments

[lockwood]

And I should get out of town

[lockwood]

How long have you been doing that? [He figures she's probably had a few jobs now, he knows he has.]

[braveandstupid]

Jeremy used to love them too. At least, until he hit the phase where he decided they were lame.

[dontkanyeme]

Good. When do you want to leave?

[easily]

A few days. Let them discover I'm missing and stew in that first

[lockwood]

I remember that, that point where you get too cool to like the things you used to like

[amplifieds]

Six or so years? [ It wasn't hard for her to break into it. She's personable, you see. ]

What about you?

[lockwood]

I never really took a career, per se. Guess the trust fund helps on that level.

[braveandstupid]

I'd still catch him watching one every once in a while. Some things you don't really forget.

[dontkanyeme]

Sounds good.

[she smirks as she pours herself another drink.]

In that case, I think we should do some more drinking.

[easily]

[She smirks in return.]

An excellent idea.

[dontkanyeme]

[she places the bottle back down again and raises her glass.]

To payback.

[easily]

[Rebekah lifts her own glass, a smirk playing on her lips.]

To payback

[lockwood]

It's important not to forget too much. To remember people. [Because eventually -- they all die, the price of being immortal.]

[braveandstupid]

It is. And some people never really need you.

[dontkanyeme]

[she clinks their glasses together and takes a sip of hers.]

Are you feeling okay? With the daggering and all that?

[honos]

[ at the question elijah goes silent, for when have any of them ever considered what suited rebekah? for so long she had seamlessly adapted to whatever role they needed of her, and they'd all expected it of her. she would play the dutiful sister, the wife, the daughter, whatever was necessary to blend into the community of their choice. none fo them had ever asked if it had suited her. of course it had, of course.

elijah feels such guilt over that, most days. ]

So you will stay?

[ he keeps his tone noncommittal, because is it fair, for him to pull at her even now? or maybe he should. maybe he should take her away. there are but three of them left. should they not move as one, the way they once had? ]

[beget]

[ at that, klaus' expression flickers from congenial to irritated. she's not playing along the way he'd assumed she would. for is that not what always happens? they squabble and he gives her some time ( usually within a coffin, but one must make do ) and then they reunite. he lets the corpse drop, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he steps over it, as if it were nothing. drained and useless, klaus cares so very little for the life he'd taken if it hadn't gotten a reaction from her. ]

Not even a little sip, to celebrate our reunion?

[ the way klaus speaks makes it clear he assumes this is an inevitability. they'll shout a bit and then, at the very end of it, they'll reunite. that's how such things work. ]

I thought you'd be pleased.

[lockwood]

And sometimes you let down the ones who do

[easily]

[Being a vampire requires you to be an actor by default but even Rebekah's tired of all the acts she's played through the years. Always roles, never having anything real for herself. It had been fine back in the olden days, she loved her brothers and would do anything to stay with them.

Family will always come first but these days it doesn't feel like enough either.]

Like I said, I haven't decided yet. [Mystic Falls hasn't been kind to her but honestly? She can't imagine moving on into the world by herself either. It's nothing she's ever done before. After a thousand years independence sounds as terrifying as it does liberating.]

[easily]

[She doesn't want things to go the way they always do. It's not enough, not anymore. She doesn't want to just return to him because there are no other options, because that's what's she always does.

She wants more from him then convenience. She wants more than just expectance. She wants things she's not entirely sure he's capable of giving to anyone, let alone her (actually, she's quite positive he's not capable, that's the problem).

She doesn't bother responding to the second offer.]

I'm surprised it took you this long, honestly.

[Perhaps disappointed somewhere deep inside. She wants him to beg, to prove her needs her.

She takes a step closer to him, picking up a stick from the sand before jamming it into his stomach, a smirk playing on her lips as she does so.]

Since when have you cared whether something pleases me or not?

[easily]

The sad thing is I'm sort of used to it by now.

[braveandstupid]

[Elena nods slowly, because that's a feeling she knows all too well.]

Sometimes you do.

[dontkanyeme]

That doesn't necessarily make it right.

[easily]

Well of course not. Nothing about it is right.