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Nightshift 54: F21-F30 Hallway

Feb 09, 2011 11:32

[F21]If Aigis hadn't been there to see it herself she would not have believed it. Martin Landel, the bane of her existence for the past week, was now gone. Replaced. And she didn't know what to make of the new authority put in place. She told herself it was her inaction that filled her with unease. For a moment, he had been there right where ( Read more... )

maya, leela, miku, alaric, senna, elena gilbert, aigis, yukari, damon, ema skye, lana skye, erika

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saviored February 15 2011, 04:56:30 UTC

[from here; jumping threads for clarity's sake.]

Of course, the problem with relocating was that Elena's room was the only one he had an invitation into. Which meant he was gonna be stuck outside. Perfect ( ... )

lookslikeher February 16 2011, 05:31:25 UTC

A room, right, good idea. Elena let Damon lead the way as she tried to breathe through the ringing pain that pulsed behind her eyes. It was like her heart hammering in her chest after running for a long while - only this was her brain after a memory decided to plant itself there without warning ( ... )

deathandgin February 16 2011, 06:44:57 UTC

He wasn't exactly the most comfortable with being shuffled around like a high schooler - he was more used to doing the shuffling - but there were bigger issues here, and leaving without terrifying Elena's roommate even more was probably the best course of action. Alaric looked behind him to expect Damon to be somewhat close behind, only to find him... probing an invisible wall between him and the room like a mime ( ... )

saviored February 16 2011, 08:08:50 UTC

Damon frowned as he watched her. "You okay?" The barrier he was leaning against served as an unwelcome reminder that he couldn't do anything for her right now. Granted, even if he could enter, he couldn't stop the flashbacks from happening, either, but that wasn't the point.

Third or fourth, so...that was, what. Once every couple of hours or so? That wasn't good. Given Rick's reaction, there was no longer any doubt these were, in fact, memories. Though Elena was fortunately too distracted with her headache, it seemed, to start pressing Alaric about why he knew what she'd been talking about when the memories were meant to be new.

Here was to it staying that way.

And of course Elena would want to go look for answers. He appreciated her proactive tendencies, but there were times when he would've preferred she put them away for once. This? One of those times. "I would listen to-"

Rick's hiss interrupted him. Dammit. What now? But he knew before he looked. The blood, small as the amount was, distracted him for a split second. He was ( ... )

lookslikeher February 18 2011, 06:29:58 UTC

Elena gasped when Alaric jumped back from the dresser, ready to bolt-- But then it was just a hairball. Gross. But nothing worth running from.

And of course Damon agreed that they should stay put, she wasn't even shocked by that. It was hard though, having six million questions then being told she needed to sit tight with people she knew wouldn't have any of the answers she needed.

Or did he?

"And you just weren't going to tell me?" Unfortunately, Elena assumed he had also been taken to a little room and experimented on just like she did the night before, and he was only just then admitting it. Maybe she would have realized that that was a pretty ridiculous assumption if she wasn't so distracted by her headache.

"This is a big deal, Damon. What if what you remember doesn't match the same things I do? This could be part of the whole... wanting us to be different people thing. Like why they keep calling me Samantha, maybe they gave me Samantha's memories ( ... )

deathandgin February 18 2011, 06:58:41 UTC

Boy, Alaric was glad he got to spend his time digging a splinter out of his hand with his fingernails instead of getting mixed up in this conversation. He wasn't exactly thrilled to get dragged into Damon's big lying scheme (that was practically predestined to blow up at some point, probably sooner than later) and the longer Elena didn't direct any questions at him, the better.

He only popped back into the conversation when he was dragged into it; he could feel Damon's accusatory stare without even looking up. Unsurprisingly, it was actually there when he did look up, dropping his hand from his face.

"You're getting them too?" This was some crappy compelling, if that was the case. Whatever Damon had remembered, it obviously wasn't the best foot to start on. His curiousity was cursory only in the way that he wondered if it was a memory that echoed on something he'd told Damon earlier so it would check out at least part of the story. Did this mean he was going to start having flashbacks himself? He didn't exactly remember... ( ... )

saviored February 19 2011, 07:00:51 UTC

Damon furrowed his eyebrows, part confusion and part annoyance. "I'm telling you now. It happened, like, five minutes ago. Anyway, if they did something, it had to be before I woke up here-"

Three things occurred within the space of about four seconds: one, Elena fell on her ass twice over as her bed collapsed (seriously? Was the bed standing on fucking toothpicks?); two, he heard the second bed groan a split second before three, Rick's bed decided to join Elena's on the floor. By that point, Damon just threw up a hand.

Yeah. Understatement, Rick.He paused for a moment, trying to sort of the tangled threads of what the hell was happening between Elena's questions, the room falling apart, and his own memory episode. Dammit. He'd been hoping to avoid the whole discussion altogether, but while he was perfectly willing to make sure they kept a lid on the subject, misleading Elena was more-problematic. Besides, it wouldn't go very far in keeping her off the trail (which, knowing Elena, she would definitely follow to the end) and with ( ... )

lookslikeher February 23 2011, 09:52:48 UTC

Any other time, Elena would have pushed the subject. Asked too many questions, expected Damon to just know more because he gave her a little tiny bit of information. It was better than accepting that they all might be in the dark for a while. ..But that fall hurt. She rolled onto her hands and knees and got up that way, not trusting her shoes to not just slip out from under her again. She brushed herself off, then decided to act like that never even happened. Because it didn't ( ... )

deathandgin February 24 2011, 05:26:17 UTC

Damon said that like Alaric was supposed to have known he was being subjected to... intense flashbacks, like this was just another normal every day kind of event. Great. Was everyone but him losing their minds? (And was it just him, or was it like Damon was accusing him of triggering it? "After you tripped into me?" Give him a break.)

Whoever came back to this room was going to be so pissed. Alaric didn't blame them, but he was starting to become superstitious. One bed? Bad enough. Two? Yeah, he'd rather not get crushed by a bathtub falling from the second floor or something.

Since Elena had neglected to bring it up, he wasn't either. He was just going to stand up, focus on his center of gravity, say three Hail Marys and hope for the best. He shoved the drawer back into the dresser, swiped up his flashlight (which flickered angrily before righting itself), and made his way out past the door frame. It always kind of weirded him out when he was witnessing the vampire barrier at work, like he should be able to feel something - just a ( ... )

saviored February 25 2011, 10:11:28 UTC

Even as Damon turned around, he was already sensing that the next several seconds were going to suck. That he was right came as absolutely no surprise. One, because he was usually right, and two because-did he really have to spell it out?

His reflexes were still quick enough for him to pivot on his heel in time to catch Elena as she toppled into him. Her weight threw him a half step off balance, easily recovered despite his busted leg. Easily recovered, that was, had a hundred and seventy pounds of history teacher not chosen that exact moment to crash into Elena and thus, by law of domino physics, into him.

He backpedaled in an instinctive attempt to not fall, stepped too fast and too hard. The barely healed gouges flared white hot. Next thing he knew, his hip had slammed hard against the floor and had no less than two people piled on top of him, his uninjured leg crushed in the most awkward angle possible. He grunted, wasted no time hauling himself out from beneath Elena and Rick. A part of him was trying to be gentle about it-he ( ... )

lookslikeher February 27 2011, 03:12:19 UTC

Her fall actually wasn't so bad! Disorienting, yes. Annoying, definitely. But she didn't hurt anymore than before. Even after being shoved away suddenly, which she couldn't exactly complain about since she caused the stumble. Elena was still trying to figure out just how exactly they all ended up on the ground in such a painful pile of fail when Damon started his walk down Elena and Alaric's (respective) Memory Lanes, and she couldn't exactly tell in the dark what was going on with him. Not until she noticed his breathing getting a rapidly less steady, his expression changing too much to just be trying to shake off the surprise from the fall.

"Hey. Damon?" She crawled over to and reached out for the flash light, which promptly flickered out as soon as she got her hands on it. And yes, that was a growl of frustration from Elena as she shook the damn useless piece of-, hoping to rattle the batteries into working again. "Come on you stupid thing. Co- owIt was good that it was dark, yes, because Elena sure had smacked herself in the face ( ... )

deathandgin February 27 2011, 05:46:39 UTC

This was probably more than enough evidence to conclude that, yes, he was the guilty party for these flashbacks. Not that it mattered why for the moment, because all he wanted was for them to stop.

The teacher fumbled his way out of their pile up like someone had lit a fire under him. He stayed on the floor, planting his hand around him in an attempt to find where he'd dropped his flashlight during the fall (big surprise that it had fizzled out once it'd hit the ground). He resisted the urge to hold his nose, knowing it wouldn't stop the dull pain. Once he realized he still had the stupid metal doorknob in his hand, he threw it down the hallway into the darkness with an audible clang against the walls ( ... )

saviored February 28 2011, 05:03:44 UTC

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Damon realized the radio on the floor had gone off, but deciphering what the hell it was saying was way down in the priority list. Backing away from the edge of his snapping point seemed more important. He'd be fine, though. Probably. Elena's voice cut through the haze easily enough, at least ( ... )

lookslikeher March 2 2011, 23:59:10 UTC

Even as her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the hallway, Damon's voice coming from right in front of her made her jump, though she took his advice, and his... shirt(? Oh.) and pressed it against her face. Which hurt, but, better that than letting it bleed freely. Gross. She bunched it up enough so that her mouth wasn't completely covered, and just scooted back to lean against the wall before settling down again. Well, they were there, may as well just sit. They couldn't trip and fall and ruin the night even further if they were already sitting. Right?

"I don't think it's broken, no. I'm going to have a bruise to explain though, aren't I?" Which she sounded more bummed about than anything else. She wasn't going to go around telling people she hit herself in the face, that was certain. Elena leaned her head against the wall, sighed, and absolutely looked the part of Troubled Teen.

"Are you okay? You saw something else, right?" She tried not to sound too pushy, but she was reallyreally curious. Her eyes shut as she tried to block ( ... )

deathandgin March 4 2011, 07:21:25 UTC

Two inches to the right. Oh, there it was. Plucking the flashlight from the floor, he hoped against hope the damn thing would still light up. As much as he wanted to slam the bottom of it against the tiled floor, it was already being finicky as it was. He flipped the switch back off, then back on.

Nothing.

Great. He slid to the side of the hallway as well, not exactly ready for someone to trip over him and break either their neck or his own. Luck so far said chances are it'd be his own. "What's broken?" he asked the darkness, trying to squint at the flashlight in his hands as if it'd help him see. After figuring out which way he needed to screw the top lens on, he tried to switch again. Let there be light. His temporary blindness was worth the ridiculous amount of comfort it gave him.

Now that the most obvious problem had been fixed, Alaric could actually focus his attention on the fact that someone was talking in the background - slightly muffled, slightly fuzzy. He swept the hallway for the source, spotting... a radio?

- after ( ... )

saviored March 6 2011, 09:19:36 UTC

Watching Rick fumble with his flashlight was a little like watching a car drift on an icy road. You were ninety percent sure nothing would actually happen, but it was possible someone could die ( ... )

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