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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[transferee]

Everyone lies. Allison's learned that many times over. Even the people you care about the most -- sometimes especially then. Even now she doesn't know the full truth of the night her mother died, of why Derek had bit her in the first place -- maybe it's better that way.

Needless to say though, it's easy to sneak out, to train when she's not supposed to, when she promised her father she wouldn't anymore. She doesn't really expect anyone else to be out her -- which is why she turns around sharply at the tired voice.

She vaguely recognizes him from the halls of the school. She slowly lowers her bow, hoping she didn't come off as too hostile.

"Thanks."

[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.

[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.

[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.