Open Post the Sequel

[desertions]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.
3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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[lockwood]

"Not really. She's kind of a control freak." But those words are said very fondly.

[visiongirl]

"He also has a great voice." Definitely the best she's ever heard here.

[negotiates]

She should have. He rises, the chair scraping back behind him. It won't do for her to know his secret; he will have to compel her.

But even as he strides over to her, the world blurs and he blinks, confused. Slowing down to a stop. Then his stance shifts, becoming menacing, head tilted in a predatory fashion. Once again he's seeing someone who isn't there.

"The deal is off."

[hasperkynipples]

"At least somebody does. With karaoke the odds of everyone else having one aren't too high."

[enjoythe_ride]

She smiles a bit at that. "I'm sure you miss her."

[lockwood]

"Like missing a limb." aka, a lot.

[visiongirl]

"Yeah. I've sat here enough nights to learn that one a few times."

[transferee]

If he listens closely he can probably hear her heartrate begin to race. Especially since he seems confused again -- which is really not helpful at the moment.

Best to try to remind him who she actually is.

"We didn't have a deal beyond me helping you here."

[negotiates]

Her heart racing fits the illusion. He takes a step forward, interrupting her mid-flow:

"You have nothing left to negotiate with."

[transferee]

"I'm not trying to negotiate, I just want to leave."

Maybe if she can reach for her bow or dagger...she needs to be careful though -- he's unstable enough as is.

[battlelined]

Jeremy is not really used to other people outside of his circle being as paranoid and as guard as he can be, but he doesn't think anything of her whirling around with the boy in hand. He stands there where he is without making a move, without even raising his hands up like he probably should.

Sometimes recklessness sticks to your rib cage, and it's heavy.

"You're new at school, right? I haven't... been paying much attention there. Probably why my grades are shit."

They've been shit since his parents died.

[wrongkid]

"Yeah, she did," Jason says, and he got high so often to try to avoid it, their family, their parents. There were reasons Ali wanted to have so much power, reasons she felt so powerless in their own home like he did.

The secrets, the mystery of it all is going to drive them to the breaking point. There's just no stopping it, not even for Spencer. It'd be nice to be able to help one sister at least.

"No, I don't think so either." It's a low admittance, one he doesn't want to make but does. "I know I'm not the best at this, Spencer, and we haven't even known we were siblings for most of our lives, but it means something to me. And I want to help where I can, okay? I already lost one sister. I don't really want to lose.... you too."

[transferee]

It's hard not to be paranoid at this point. She's been caught off guard too many times -- left feeling afraid and powerless, weak. She doesn't want to ever feel that way again.

It's that basic survival instinct that keeps her going, someday.

She nods a little.

"My dad and I just moved in from California."

After her mom died and everything went to hell. And her father decided she couldn't be in Beacon Hills anymore -- like taking her away would somehow easily fix everything else.

It's almost refreshing -- in a way -- that he didn't notice. Changing schools in the middle of the year has often brought her more attention than she ever wanted.

[battlelined]

Jeremy is so familiar with that feeling of being powerless, weak, afraid. Every moment that he pours into training, it's a moment that makes him that much stronger so maybe next time-- Maybe next time he won't feel like that.

He'll be in control. He'll be able to stop someone from dying. It's useless, but it's all he has.

"Welcome to Mystic Falls," he says with a slow, cautious smirk, keeping the crossbow in hand though it's still pointed down. "I'm Jeremy, and this place kind of sucks. Sorry to be the one to break the news to you."

He doesn't mention his last name if only because the baggage that comes with being a Gilbert. Dead parents, dead people all around them.

[negotiates]

He rolls his eyes. Whatever threat he's perceiving, it doesn't seem like he's taking it seriously. There's a longer pause before he speaks again, his tone soft and self-assured.

"Stefan won't let you die."

[transferee]

Maybe next time, she can stop someone from dying, from things getting so out of hand. She can stop things before she gets packed into a corner and feels like there's only one choice she can make. The choice to fight back.

(The Argents are vicious, they can be brutal -- Allison wants to be more than that."

She actually laughs a little at that, though it's not particularly funny. "I'm not sure you can do worse than Beacon Hills." Little does she know if there's one town that can, it's this one.

"I'm Allison. Allison Argent."

The nice thing about a new town is her name has no meaning here. No one knows about her Aunt who killed the whole Hale family in a fire, no one knows about her mother who killed herself. That stigma, the whispers that came with it, it's gone.

[transferee]

"I don't know who Stefan is."

Whoever he thinks she's talking to (that Katerina girl again, maybe?) it isn't her.

That much she knows.

[negotiates]

He blinks, focus shifting. The illusion has faded. Maybe the blood helped. He remembers his original intention and steps forward, moving to lay a hand over Allison's shoulder as he stares into her eyes.

"Forget all this and leave."

[daphnes]

In a way, Spencer's lost a sister too -- not in the same sort of way, not even close, but still. Melissa barely talks to her anymore and when she does -- well it's never kind. She's long decided Spencer's the enemy -- because two of her boyfriends kissed her (Spencer is to blame even though they were both older men who came onto her. Funny, how that works). Her parents were always Team Melissa.

It hasn't left her with a lot of family to rely on.

Which is why his offer arches a little. She doesn't want to lose Jason either -- but if she told him the reality of what was going on, the extent of how bad things really were. It makes him a target.

Which is why the smile she gives him is more sad than anything else.

"I don't want to lose you either -- I've never had a brother before."

[transferee]

For all her training, for all she's been taught to be prepared -- her family's never prepared her for this -- someone altering her mind like this.

Even if she wanted to fight it, she couldn't. Which is why she just nods her head a little in agreement.

"I'll forget all this and leave."

And with that, she turns to do exactly that.

[hasperkynipples]

"You come in here a lot, then?"

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela's not surprised. It shows in her smile, even if there's something that pulls at her because of it. But they're moving past it. That's the point of all this.

Tyler should have a life, and that life doesn't really work with her. "Well. You'll be seeing her soon."

[lockwood]

"Yeah, hopefully."

It's still a little hard for him to believe life could just go back to the way it was before -- like it could really be this easy.

[visiongirl]

"It's a pretty regular thing, yeah."

[wrongkid]

Of course, what they don't know now is that Jason is already a target whether he knows anything or not, but he wouldn't blame Spencer for not mentioning it. There's a lot going on, and he can tell the way they need to seek answers goes deep even if he doesn't know the why or that it's linked to so much present danger for her and for the other girls who were Ali's best friends.

Jason smiles a bit at what she says, and there's an ache, a sadness in it too if only because he catches it on her face.

"Well, now you do," he informs her as they make it back around on their walk, and they're in front of her house this time. "And that's not going to change. Not if I have anything to say about it."