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She’s cold. Her head hurts. She’s hungry. Really hungry.
But Vicki does her best to push those thoughts aside as she runs. The perks, as Damon called them, weren’t so bad. Maybe it would only get better, though she imagines it would be the latter. The brisk air of the night keeps her hair behind her as she does her best to navigate at such a speed ( Read more... )
But Vicki does her best to push those thoughts aside as she runs. The perks, as Damon called them, weren’t so bad. Maybe it would only get better, though she imagines it would be the latter. The brisk air of the night keeps her hair behind her as she does her best to navigate at such a speed ( Read more... )
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Their reactions are varied, and there isn't any way to easily predict the outcome, or what approach might work best. Worry etches into his features at the sight of the running girl, and he stops in his tracks.
It isn't in him to just keep walking, not when he, as an angel, knows she is lost. He's not also a fan of the you can't go back home speech, but then, no one really is. After only a small moment of deliberation, he starts to move again.
"Hey!" he calls out, jogging up so that he may catch up to her. "Hey, it's okay."
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Did she know him? No. But who else did she have to question right now? Her head continues to throb and her jaw clenches, causing her to speak through her teeth. She has so much to say and to ask - maybe even demand, but it’s hard to focus on just one thing. Wherever this place is, it’s busy. Busy and loud. All the voices she hears are jumbled and confusing and irritating. It’s easy to see the distraught look across her face.
"Where the hell am I?" It sounds bitter, but what about her mood wasn't? As tempted as she feels to just charge at him she keeps her distance.
Self-control. She can handle this.
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Hell, if he was in her shoes, any of their shoes, he'd be reacting just as bitterly, if not worse. He lifts up his hands in front of him, in a gesture that's meant to convey he means no harm. He's not exactly going to blame her if she doesn't take his words for it. "I'm only trying to help here," he says cautiously, and his steps slow down but he doesn't stop walking. Talking about it in the open air is dangerous as it is.
You never know if anti-Wanderer groups are watching.
"You're in Chicago," he answers. "You fell through something called a Rift, and it takes you from your world and brings you into this one, basically. I know it's going to sound like some bad acid trip but... it's true.
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And she stops short, letting out a sound of frustration, though not quite sure what to call it. Now she was getting her real-world problems mixed up with the ones she was having...here. In this place. In this Rift, whatever the hell that was.
She moves toward him, stopping directly in front of him. It looks like she might cry but she has a strong refusal and is only letting her anger for these happenings show. And she really did have no one else but him to question, so who else would she blame?
"What did you do?"
Her words are loud and firm. Her muscles are tense and her senses are going crazy. Still, Vicki continues to look him straight in the eye. Her lips are twitching a little as she does her best to maintain some composure.
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Hi, Vicki. This would be Castiel appearing in front of you with little to no warning, studying you with a curious look. He's probably scared the crap out of you and there is going to be some kind of violence following, but he's here, and he's willing to explain.
Kind of.
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"Then where is he?" And that's probably the least logical question, but it's all she manages to stutter out. She takes a moment to swallow the lump in her throat and then let's her confused stare change to a glare.
Progressively, of course.
"Where am I?" She asks eventually, but her voice sounds a lot less intimidating than she hoped it would. It sounds weak and confused and lost. Like she is right now.
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It's a hard thing to put out there, but he does it evenly and confidently. He's not lying, there is no reason he has to hide the truth.
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“Seriously? I need to get home.” Her fear seems to have temporarily subsided, but the feeling of irritation and annoyance hasn’t. She doesn’t have time for this; she really does have to find her brother. The laughter is shortened by the thought and the knowing that whatever this guy was pulling probably wouldn’t stop. There isn’t time to beat around the bush or play games. She steps nearer, her brows furrowing and her voice a whisper.
“Now tell me what’s really going on.”
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However, he wanted to get some space this time from the creepiness of the Tower, and the fact that they still don't know how to stop the haunting. He went out to pick up some food, and he is on his way back to the Tower when he notices her.
There's no mistaking it. He freezes and drops the bag of food in his hand to the pavement underneath him. Jeremy never thought he would see her again, because... she was dead. She'd been a vampire and then she was killed, and Elena made Damon force him to forget what had happened and what he had seen, but there was something missing.
The something was his memory of what had happened. He knew even without knowing that Vicki was gone, dead. Then he read through Elena's diary, and he discovered the truth and he hated her for weeks because of it. So much has happened ( ... )
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"Y-- yeah, it's me," he says, and his voice is a little hoarse. Why does everybody have to die on me? He asked that after she died, and she wouldn't be the last that he lost either. There were three more deaths to come, and he clears his throat ( ... )
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His hands are in his pockets and he's trying his best to not think about everything there is at home and everything that he misses. He's trying to instead think of the better parts of Chicago that he's been finding. He hasn't been here too long himself, and he's still trying to sort out how he's supposed to feel about it.
He stops suddenly though when he runs into someone, and he reaches to catch her arm. "Whoa...hey...are you okay?"
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Her expression is wary, but other than that she keeps her emotions guarded. As aggressive as her hold on him may seem, she's completely unaware of it.
"Where am I?"
It's soft and shaky. Paranoid, edgy, maybe the type of tone you'd hear from any Wanderer.
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He may be new around Chicago, but this isn't the first time he's seen someone come through. He also remembers freshly how it feels and the confusion that comes with it.
"Hey...it's okay. I didn't mean to startle you. You're okay. You're...you're in Chicago."
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"I belong in Mystic Falls." She shrugs her shoulders, still eying him. Still edgy.
But she's doing her best to piece this together despite everything else she's feeling.
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