100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but aM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING.
100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but aM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING.
Tom swallowed, hard. “You have a funny way of showing it, holding a gun to my back? C’mon. Classic trope.” His feet shuffled as he was nudged forward, pushing the door open with his sweaty palms. It was empty and dark. Really dark. He barely saw the duffel and sleeping bag until he was directly next to them. “You- you sleep here?” Tom’s heart went out to the woman. Nobody should have to live like this – in a cold, abandoned warehouse with no lights or heat. He sat down near the lantern, turning himself so he was facing his captor. “What do you want with me if you’re not going to kill me?”
“You wouldn’t have come with me if I asked,” Cara replied with absolute certainty. He would’ve had his own questions in return about her wound, and then he would’ve pushed her to call 911 or he would’ve done it himself. No, this was – unfortunately – the only option. “And yes, I sleep here. For now.” Given that she hunted for an entire lack of living, she slept wherever she had to. Most often cheap motels or the bed of her truck, but abandoned buildings worked, too. Once he was seated, asking yet again what she wanted from him, she took in a deep breath of air. She didn’t like to be so vulnerable – so exposed in front of other people. Not to mention… There was no good way to show him her side without showing him any of the other scars that covered it and every other part of her body. But her only other option was bleeding out. So she slowly lifted the layers of clothing that hid it, revealing a bullet wound. “…Normally, I can pull a bullet out on my own, but this… Every time I even touch it, the bleeding increases tenfold.”
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t have?” He asked, genuinely curious. Tom was a pretty open guy, and not really one to say no to really, anything, unless it involved the safety of him or his loved ones. He was definitely a ‘yes’ man, and that was most definitely one of his faults. His face scanned hers, watching her closely. As she took a deep breath, Tom watched where her hands went. He knew a severe injury just by looking at the amount of blood that covered her clothes and hand. Tom rushed to her side, peeling his sweatshirt off to put pressure on the wound. “First of all, don’t touch it. Second of all,
you need to lay down. Like, now. You’re lucky your blood pressure hasn’t bottomed out. Third,
this is a severe GSW, and you expect me to take care of it out here? You probably need surgery, especially if you’re bleeding this much.” Tom had been trained in combat medicine when he was in the Marines, but that didn’t mean he could perform surgery. He was only a paramedic. “When did this happen? How long have you been shot?”
A smile was brought back to Ray’s face. “You’re right! Have you ever really thought how crazy that is? Two normal guys, time traveling. Exploring the past and future, trying not to royally screw things up and change the entire course of history.” His face went from joy to worry very quickly. “What do you think would happen if we did something that we couldn’t fix?”
“Well, I mean, as normal as I can be for turning terminator.” he grinned, before sighing, he knew that look. Ray was getting too into his head. Nate reached over to pat his arm, “Hey buddy, remember. We’re Legends, we screw things up for the better. Two Einsteins instead of one, Stein ended up with a kid and a grandkid. We made our own history.”
Ray took a long drink of his eggnog, his eyes still wide with worry. “Yeah, that’s great and all. We screw things up for the better, We make our history. But what if. What if one day things are so screwed up that we can’t find the means to fix them?”
Tom nodded. “Of course! I have loads of vacation time saved up, I could probably take a week paid and a week unpaid off, no harm, no foul. I’ll put in the request as soon as I can,” he smiled, his hand finding Gerald’s before looking back to the doctor.
“I’m afraid so. At least for the time being. You’ll have to come back for appointments here and there for us to check on the functionality of your lungs, and hopefully you can be rid of the oxygen for most of the day and only need it at nighttime. You’ll be asked to start physical therapy exercises first at home, then later on at an outpatient facility. It’s all outlined in your discharge paperwork.”
Tom looked back at Gerald, his eyes immediately meeting the other’s. “Hey, hey. It’s going to be alright. I’ll be right by your side, okay? We’ll get through this together.”
He reached for his eggnog and took a sip, smiling at his best friend. “It’s settled then I’m definitely making some for everyone. You can have first taste,” Ray smiled before pursing his lips, nodding in understanding.
“I can’t imagine what that was like, Nate.”
Nate didn’t like thinking about it. His childhood, his illness. It was all past him now. His father was gone, they’d worked through what they could but … so much still felt unsaid.
So Nate just took another swing, shrugging, “Hey, I’m a time travelling superhero, what do I have to complain about?”
A smile was brought back to Ray’s face. “You’re right! Have you ever really thought how crazy that is? Two normal guys, time traveling. Exploring the past and future, trying not to royally screw things up and change the entire course of history.” His face went from joy to worry very quickly. “What do you think would happen if we did something that we couldn’t fix?”
Tom nodded at the further instruction, thankful that she gave it, because frankly, he couldn’t remember the original directions. “Did you know her?” He asked, hoping it wouldn’t upset or provoke her in any way. He took the last turn, keeping an eye out for the driveway she spoke of. The street was pitch black, with what looked like a sketchy warehouse – the only building for what looked like miles. He turned into the drive, taking in his surroundings. “Why not just answer me so I’m not surprised when you kill me?” Tom turned the car off, the cold almost immediately setting in as the heat stopped. He once again, took in his surroundings. Nothing for miles, so running was practically out of the question. Probably no cell service, either. Damn.
He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, practically waiting for the gun to be held to his back again. “So this is how I die,” he sighed, holding the keys out for the woman behind him.
It was obvious that Cara knew the girl at least to some degree, or she wouldn’t have known to ask in the first place. But she didn’t want him to know how or in what way, she didn’t want the poor girl to be interrogated any more than she was already going to be. So she didn’t say anything until he turned into the driveway, his comment being met with, “I told you, I have no intention of killing you or even hurting you as long as you do what I tell you to. Whether or not you believe that is up to you.” Then they were getting out of the vehicle, matching each other movement for movement until the gun was pressed to his back again. Cara slid his keys in her coat pocket before using her free hand to nudge him toward the warehouse. Once inside, he would see a mostly-empty building, save for a duffel bag, a lantern, and a sleeping bag. She gestured to the latter, ordering, “Sit down.”
Tom swallowed, hard. “You have a funny way of showing it, holding a gun to my back? C’mon. Classic trope.” His feet shuffled as he was nudged forward, pushing the door open with his sweaty palms. It was empty and dark. Really dark. He barely saw the duffel and sleeping bag until he was directly next to them. “You- you sleep here?” Tom’s heart went out to the woman. Nobody should have to live like this – in a cold, abandoned warehouse with no lights or heat. He sat down near the lantern, turning himself so he was facing his captor. “What do you want with me if you’re not going to kill me?”
Attract attention? Him? Never.“ Is that so? Who appointed you my keeper? ” Stefan quipped, tugging his shoulder from the man’s grip and turning to face the other. He preferred to attract at least a little attention. Just so long as he could compel them to forget, Stefan was content with attracting said attention. “ I’m more of a solo man when it comes to drinking. A lone wolf, if you will. “
A pointedly raised eyebrow met the blonde when Klaus heard the term lone wolf. How cute, he thought to himself. He found himself even more intrigued by the gentleman, since there weren’t many who’d turn down an invitation from a Mikaelson. ❝ And what a tedious life you must lead, ❞ he commented with a smirk. ❝ A man such as you–– ❞ Klaus gestured up and down the man before him. ❝ Why I’d think you’d have friends in droves. If perhaps, you do change your mind, though–– ❞ He extended a hand and stood to his full height, carrying himself with pride. ❝ I’m Klaus Mikaelson. ❞
“ Who’s to say I don’t have friends in, uh, what did you say, droves? ” Stefan hummed, curious about the man before him. He hadn’t compelled himself any friends, other than to feed from. He wanted to get back to his hunt, but he had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen under Klaus’ apparent watchful eye. “ Klaus? I’m Stefan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. ”
Cisco backup 