#❝ 002. elena gilbert. / threads.

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elena's  emotions  were  completely  turned  off,  her  eyes  and  soul  void  of  any  sense  of  humanity,  which  meant  she  had  become  quite  the  nuisance  to  several  different  people.  the  salvatore  brothers,  caroline,  bonnie  but,  more  specifically,  rebekah  mikaelson.  she  thought  she  could  have  a  fun,  care-free  time  with  rebekah  where  they'd  share  drinks,  party,  and  open  up  veins  to  their  heart's  content,  butut  it  seemed  rebekah  still  cared  about  playing  to  the  rules.  how  disappointing,  elena  thought  to  herself.  her  back  violently  slammed  against  the  wall  when  the  original  had  suddenly  grabbed  a  hold  of  her  throat  and  knocked  her  back  with  her  enhanced  vampire  speed.  her  nails  dug  into  her  neck  but  elena  still  stared  emotionless  into  rebekah's  eyes.  she  couldn't  help  but  roll  her  eyes  at  the  blonde's  words,      ❝      god,  when  did  you  become  such  a  buzz  kill?      ❞     elena  responded,  choking  out  with  a  crushed  windpipe.

the  brunette  vampire's  eyes  widened  in  fear  when  she  was  threatened  to  be  compelled.  the  last  thing  she  wanted  in  this  godforsaken  world  was  to  have  every  emotion  she  was  avoiding  to  come  washing  over  her  like  a  tsunami.  she  growled  at  rebekah,  grabbing  her  wrist  with  both  hands,  but  it  was  futile  as  she  was  much  weaker  compared  to  the  original  vampire.  she  grunted,    ❝      fine,  i'll  play  nice    ❞     she  gave  up,  struggling  to  speak.

@insufferablemonsters

Annoyance flared in Rebekah’s chest at Elena’s defiant antics. Perhaps she had been giving the doppelgänger’s maturity level far too much credit when she’d agreed to allow the little Gilbert to accompany her out of town. Moving in the blink of an eye, she caught the baby vampire by the throat and slammed her back into the wall. “Perhaps you missed the part where I’m meant to care about whether or not you care,” the blonde hissed, deliberately digging her nails into the delicate skin of her neck. “Spoiler alert…I don’t.”

“You’ll do as I tell you, when I say to do so. Or I will make it your problem. Don’t think for a moment I would hesitate to compel you to turn your emotions back on and to never be able to flip the switch again before handing you back to your little friends if you keep giving me an attitude,” Rebekah said coldly. “Because clearly you cannot be trusted with your humanity off. This is not a matter of personal consequences, Elena. Our kind survives because of our secrecy, and I’ll be damned if I allow you to risk that because you think yourself far more important than you really are in the grand scheme of things.”

[ruined-rp]

EVENT 002 // YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

She has known destruction and chaos, has lived through war and famine, has lived at the mercy of those who inhabit her and still- she has survived… but now, New Orleans is a town on the precipice of shattering. The Nemeton’s power has grown more unstable with each passing day and Davina Claire, the witch who bore the power of her fallen sisters, equally so. Her death was the only way to complete the ritual and appease the Ancestors, the powers that be who rule the land from afar.

Feeling a shift in the city, Marcel Gerard rushed to the church in search of his witch- only to find the attic empty and Davina, missing. He called Derek Hale, recruiting him in his search. Before long, the witch’s body was found, draped and bloodied across the Nemeton. The boys knew why she was there- what she had done… though not how she had gotten there. It requires an elder of extreme power to perform a ritual like that, all of which were long since slaughtered. It was Derek’s suggestion to seek out Jennifer Blake, the only one who could provide them with the answers they needed. Marcel carried her lifeless form to the Druid’s apartment, desperately hoping for any way to bring her back to him…

Bonnie Bennett was working a shift at Ida Mae’s when the change hit. A ripple of power tearing through the city, bringing the Bennett Witch to her knees. Kira Yukimura happened to be in the shop, hanging out with her newest friend when the witch fell. Rushing to her side, she stayed with her until the wave passed. Confused and isolated, the pair knuckle down on what the hell is going on, trying to get some answers out of the resources available in the shop. 

Cora Hale and Braeden Aldaine were having lunch at the time, Cafe Du Monde wasn’t their standard go-to but Braeden loved the architecture and Cora loved the company so it was a win-win situation. Stiles Stilinski happened to be walking past when he spotted the women, plonking unceremoniously into a spare chair at their table when Cora’s phone sounded off, a text message from her brother carrying the news.

Unfailingly buried up to his ears in work, Alaric Saltzman was in the middle of digging to the surface of his desk when Elena Gilbert sought him out, looking for advice on their current state of affairs. What should have been a pleasant exchange was darkened by the buzzing of both their phones. Texts and calls carrying the news. 

Kol Mikaelson was the unwanted visitor that no one seemed to be able to shake, especially not Hayley Labonair. She had found the vampire exploring the Bayou at the time of Davina’s death, though the news had not yet reached her. The alpha wolf hadn’t checked her phone whilst in conversation with the vampire, needing to learn more about the Original, his plans for her beloved town and why he was here. It’s not until the end that she feels the buzz, cutting their union short and leaving her in search of Derek.

A Missive From The Main

You are invited to post starters - located wherever your character may be. All threads must relate back to your prompt above. Characters are welcome to post threads beyond that of their tagged scenario so long as the priority the scene above. The Event will last for a week. Beginning Friday the 4th of October AEST and ending Friday the 11th AEST. All starters and posts around the event are to be tagged with #RuinedStarter, #RuinedEvent & #RuinedLambToTheSlaughter

[mysticofthefallenrpg]

event 002: the days of the dead (please see plot drop 002 for further information)

whatever wish was made in the dark by hope mikaelson, the retaliation is all but instant.  no longer content with its previous small efforts toward its freedom, malivore unleashes legions upon the town of mystic falls in search of the knife that will help secure its release into the world.

slowly at first but with eventual shocking speed, the creatures flood the town and surround its buildings, searching them one by one for signs of the knife.  the largest groups of townspeople, those inside the salvatore school and the mystic falls hospital, organize a desperate resistance bolstered by the return of their powers.  only time will tell if it will be enough.

ooc notes: 

characters are trapped throughout the hospital and the school, divided into the following groups:

Mystic Falls Hospital

Group 1

   Avery Nichols

   Kayleigh Doyle

   Victor Kenner

   Alex Salvatore

  Davina Claire

Group 2

   Rowan Labonair

   Daisy Kenner

   Noelle Winston

   Rosalie Aumont

   Wesley Carter

Group 3

   Hayley Marshall-Kenner

   Tanner Anderson

   Landon Kirby

   Gabriel Kenner

   Lizzie Saltzman

Group 4

   Klaus Mikaelsson

   Wyatt Turner

   Tara Nichols

   Archer Thatcher

   Maya Anderson

Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted

Group 5

   Tyler Lockwood

   Skyla Ashford

   Alaric Saltzman

   Matthias Thatcher

Group 6

   Freya Mikaelson

   Kiera Nichols

   Jasper Winston

   Cora Anderson

   Tatia Petrova

Group 7

   Liv Parker

   Caroline Forbes

   Jo Laughlin

   Dex Vane

   Elena Gilbert

   Darcy Vane

Group 8

   Jackson Kenner

   Kol Mikaelson

   Nic Nichols

   Daniel Labonair

   Henrik Mikaelson

in terms of activity during the event, all characters must have one thread with a character in their own group.  they may have as many threads as they like with other characters in the same location, no matter what group they’re part of.

characters may not communicate across locations - cell towers have been taken down, and travel between the two is impossible.  for the moment, they’re stuck with the people in their own location.

starting from today through may 20, you can post threads for the event!   tag any starters for the event with #motfevents002 (please note the s, or your starter might get lumped in with old posts) we hope you enjoy our second event!  pre-existing threads may be continued as necessary  .  other  than that  ,  go  crazy and have fun!  

[insufferablemonsters]

elena  couldn't  deny  that  statement.  she  was  completely  and  utterly  right.  that  didn't  stop  elena  from  rolling  her  eyes  to  herself,      ❝     that's  not   …   always  true   …    ❞     elena  trailed  off,  her  tone  unconvincing.  elena  cocked  her  head  to  the  side  as  she  examined  the  expression  katherine  wore  as  she  spoke.  she  smirked  briefly,  but  it  faded  quickly  before  she  speaks,      ❝     i'm  sorry.  does  katherine  pierce  have  feelings  and  are  they  hurt?    ❞     she  asked  boldly  and  sarcastically.  probably  not  the  smartest  decision  when  it  came  to  katherine,  but  elena  couldn't  help  herself.  she  cleared  her  throat  and  sat  back  onto  the  couch  again,  hugging  her  knees.    ❝     i  just  mean,  you  seem  hurt  by  that.  just  wasn't  expecting  that,  is  all   …    ❞     she  added  quickly,  hoping  katherine  wouldn't  retaliate.  she  wouldn't   …   right?  after  all,  she  kills  elena  then  klaus  just  has  another  reason  to  take  katherine  out.

elena  held  herself  back  from  rolling  her  eyes  this  time.  she  didn't  want  to  push  her  luck  in  pushing  katherine's  buttons.    ❝     have  you  ever  thought  that  maybe  you've  never  gotten  a  ‘thanks’  is  because  you're  always  the  reason  why  we're  all  in  danger?  klaus  is  here  because  of  you,  katherine.  don't  you  get  that?     ❞     she  asked,  her  voice  shaking  with  inevitable  anger.  it  was  better  to  blame  her  doppelganger  than  to  blame  herself  for  her  family  and  friends  getting  caught  in  the  crossfire.  in  reality,  elena  knew  she  was  the  reason  klaus  was  here.  klaus  ultimately  wanted  HER,  not  katherine,  and  that  dug  at  her  guilt-ridden  soul.  she  didn't  want  to  admit  that  to  katherine.  that  would  just  give  her  more  fuel  to  ignite  elena's  rage.

          "it would be delusional of me to think that your fanboys would protect me. spoiler alert: they don't." they would rather throw her in front of the bus than warn her that there was even a bus coming.

         in addition, they held too much resentment to really want to be actively around her. although katherine assumed there was a 50/50 chance, she also knew that the likelihood of her potential survival would be significantly reduced if she ran directly against elena. neither of the salvatores would pick her now that they had a new darling & shining star. after all, elena is so awfully innocent and protectworthy. urgh.

         "on the contrary, i find myself extremely productive. why should i tell you more than i have to? just so you can get rid of me? because i can see it every time how ungrateful you all are for my involvement. do i ever get a thanks?" no, she doesn't although she also had her own reasons for wanting to have an eye on elena. but apart from that, knowing more was her only advantage.

         moreover, it was better if not too many knew all the details of the sacrifice. after all, you needed not only the doppelgänger, but also a werewolf and a vampire. she didn’t want anyone to have any funny thoughts. || @insufferablemonsters

[insufferablemonsters]

the  last  thing  elena  wanted  was  to  be  told  what  to  do  or  how  to  feel.  why  couldn't  anyone  see  that?  that's  why  she  had  run  off  with  rebekah  in  the  first  place  because  it  seemed  like  rebekah  couldn't  care  less  what  she  got  up  to  like  painting  the  town  red  or  making  it  her  own.  but,  the  moment  that  the  barbie  original  had  started  to  criticize  the  way  she  decided  to  live  her  new,  humanity  free  life   —   that's  when  elena  would  draw  the  line.  she  didn't  take  it  lightly  when  rebekah  insulted  the  way  she  decided  to  feast  upon  her  little  meal  in  this  coat  closet.  what  business  of  it  was  hers?  none.  elena  canted  her  head  and  folded  her  arms  over  her  chest  in  disbelief,  her  brows  raised,      ❝      i  think  i  missed  the  part  where  i  cared    ❞     elena  responded,  uncaring  of  rebekah's  advice.

elena  kicked  the  lump  body  on  the  ground  that  was  completely  her  doing  and  lightly  pushed  it  towards  the  blonde  vampire  without  a  single  care,      ❝      i  don't  need  to  clean  up  my  mess  nor  do  i  want  to.  not  my  problem    ❞     she  said  nonchalantly,  stepping  over  the  victim's  body  and  brushed  past  rebekah  by  bumping  her  shoulder  with  hers.  she  turns  to  look  at  rebekah,    ❝     are  you  coming?  i'm  leaving  with  or  without  you  and  i'm  definitely  leaving  without  that  body.      ❞

@insufferablemonsters

After a thousand years on Earth, there was little that got by Rebekah Mikaelson. Elena’s success in daggering her the first time had been a fluke more than anything; her desire for friends had made her sloppy, and the doppelganger had taken advantage of that. It would never happen again. She had vowed after she’d been freed that the baby vampire would never get the better of her ever again, and so far she hadn’t.

Because Elena Gilbert was nowhere near as sneaky as she thought she was. Rebekah had been dealing with dealing with newly turned vampires for centuries before the girl was born, and they were utterly predictable creatures. The Original didn’t need to watch her at all times to know where she was. All Bex needed to do was follow the smell of blood to its source - which was precisely how she’d located the doppelganger feeding in the coat closet.

“Hunger is excusable. Sloppiness is not,” the blonde said crisply, folding her arms. “Grab that body and come with me. You’re going to learn to clean up your mess. A bit of fire should cure that boredom of yours right up.”

[insufferablemonsters]

elena  couldn't  stand  the  situation  she  was  placed  in,  something  she  knew  she  couldn't  change,  even  though  she  desperately  wanted  to.  she  would,  of  course,  much  rather  have  stefan  here  by  her  side,  but  he  was  out  doing  what  he  could  to  protect  her.  she  was  tired  of  it.  she  was  tired  of  being  the  damsel  in  distress  and  being  the  reason  why  people  (  the  oens  she  cared  about  )  continuously  found  themselves  in  the  hot  seat  of  danger.  she  was  the  reason  for  it  all.  she'd  sacrifice  herself  if  it  meant  no  one  else  needed  to  get  hurt,  or  worse.  no  one  will  let  her,  though.  everyone  insisted  she  stayed  put  in  a  safe-house,  sitting  on  her  hands  and  wait,  so  they  could  guard  her  with  their  lives.  it  made  her  stricken  with  guilt.  not  that  katherine  was  one  of  those  people,  but  she  certainly  was  a  figure  in  piling  on  that  guilt.

she  looked  over  at  her  doppelganger  and  shot  her  a  pointed,  annoyed  expression,  following  an  aggressive  roll  of  her  eyes.  ❝  thanks  for  the  reminder,  katherine.  i  almost  forgot  ❞  she  sarcastically  replied.  she  sat  and  looked  away  but  katherine's  voice  continued  to  grind  in  her  ears  like  squeaking  metal.  she  knew  she  had  a  point,  though.  no  one  had  a  single  clue  who  klaus  was,  what  he  was  truly  capable  of,  or  what  he  even  looked  like.  it  was  a  terrifying  thought.  he  could  show  up  any  second.  elena  swallowed  thickly,  hugging  her  knees  closer  to  her  chest.

❝  i  get  it,  katherine.  okay?  what  you're  doing  is  not  productive.  if  you  know  so  much  about  klaus,  then  how  about  cluing  us  in.  damon  and  stefan  ...  they're  protecting  you  too,  you  know.  ❞

cont. from here with @insufferablemonsters

        in a certain way, elena reminded katherine of a fawn that had been saved from the threatening mowing and placed outside the high grass for protection while the field was cut by the deadly blades of the mower. it would crouch and look at the surroundings with big dark eyes without really being able to run away. instead, she would trust that her mother would return and then she would be safe again. in katherine's eyes, that was a rather fitting comparison for sweet elena who's sitting on the couch all curled up.

       "you should want to. at least i'm not interested in tearing out your throat. i'm sure there are other hunting parties that won't be so kind to you if they get their hands on you." her lips raised into a smirk, her head tilting slightly.

       "are you aware that i'm the only one who knows what's going to happen regarding the sun-and-moon curse? have you considered that your precious boy toys don't even know what klaus looks like? no one of you would know if he arrives. perhaps he takes the identity of a friendly neighbor? or a new teacher? do you honestly think that any of you is prepared for klaus?"

       "perhaps you should be thankful that i'm here."