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Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Hayley paced around her room,unsure what to do now.How did she even get herself into this mess? She wondered, Sighing loudly. By sleeping with Klaus and then like a fool getting pregnant. Her second mistake, telling Klaus about this pregnancy.And now the originals had been summoned back to the city and somehow, they thought they could control her life. She needed someone, Someone on her side and definitely the Deveraux witches were not on her side.Her friend Belle would be and that's why she needed to meet up with her, to explain her about all of this.Though she wasn't sure she understood all of it herself. She stood up front, looking at the mirror at her reflection.Her purple top hid her baby bump perfectly for now, but how long? So many enemies and no friends, she felt left alone in this.Her fingers traced her birthmark, wondering how will she ever find her family? She had come to New Orleans to learn about her family, to know whose blood ran through her veins? Who were her parents? The door clicked open as she turned. Who was it? Belle or Klaus? Elijah? quote Camille shook her cup, before smiling at the man as she poured the pale blue drink in the glass and with a quick twist of her lemon she offered the drink to him.There you go.She spoke with a lop sided grin as she turned away from him. She pressed her lips together, her mind running wild as she wiped the counter clean.She decided to meet Father Karen, then perhaps check on the internet about the case she so desperately wanted to solve.Being a psychology student, she was sure that her brother had not gone mad or suicidal, she was his twin for God's sake! She would know if he was suicidal. Something was wrong with him, something beyond basic belief and she would soon find out about it.She ran her hand through her blonde hair, adjusting her black apron as she tidied up the bottles of expensive alcohol that was lined up.Her mind wandered to Marcel then to Klaus. Something was up with them, something that pulled her towards them as well as away. Someone called out breaking her from her thoughts as she whipped another smile, before turning to face the new guy that had entered.What would you like?
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Nicklaus Mikaelson My dear, you know that what one would like and what one gets is usually two different things. Klaus leaned against the bar and gave the cute blond bartender his best, tight smile. All around them the chatter of buzzed couples and dance music drowned out a lot of the noise from the street. It was a busy, healthy place for people to hang out on a warm evening, and the Original had hoped to run into someone in particular here. He found the next best thing, though. What I need from you is something that you can tell me. His gaze turned serious as he pivoted his head slightly to regard her. So, dear Cami... he reached over the counter and plucked a bottle of rum from her side of the bar, pouring himself a large drink. Have you seen our mutual dear friend, Marcel? He said his adopted son's with an emphasis on each syllable, as if he was tasting the way the name sounded in his mouth. He took a sip of his drink, still regarding Camille with that 'I might just kill you tomorrow' look that he had around people when he felt guarded. He's been avoiding me. He hasn't answered my calls. Klaus pouted slightly as if he was talking about his lover not returning his calls, rather than the self-declared King of New Orleans. He glanced up at the blond and gave her a soft smile as he set the glass down. Lend me your phone, darling. Come on, he gestured with one hand, folding his fingers in a 'come hither' manner, maybe he's avoiding me, but if he doesn't answer your call then we know that something is amiss. Maybe he's lying in a ditch somewhere. Wounded . He turned his gaze onto her and gave her his most endearing look. You'd feel badly if he was in need of help and we didn't render it, would you not?
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Camille turned with a smile that soon turned to a sigh.Klaus Mikaelson.He was a complex one, so full of himself that he lured Camille right in.What student studying human psychology won't be interested to know what goes inside his twisted mind? She definitely was.Pressing her pink lips together, she rested her palms on the counter, leaning in as she heard him talk about uselessly. She watched him take the bottle of rum, as he spoke, making her almost grab the bottle back.Oh, Poor you.Being avoided by your best of friends. Camille spoke in a dry sarcastic tone, carefully taking back the bottle from his hand.Her black dress, ending just on her midthigh moved perfectly with her, as she smirked at him.You don't like being ignored, do you? Crossing her arms over her chest, she rolled her eyes at him.She wasn't a fool, who would get into his emotional trap.If that's the case, I'll call him myself to see if he is just plain avoiding you or not.Grabbing her cell phone, she scrolled down to find Marcel's contact, before calling him.
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Marcel Marcel ditched his glass, taking instead to just throwing back the rest of the Bourbon in the bottle until it was empty and stood up, his dark brown eyes gazing over the room full of nightwalkers. Most of the vampires gave him their attention, the newer ones preferring to continue to drink until Marcel cleared his voice. He made a mental note to have the bodies cleaned up and started to speak. Alright guys, now that the Mikealsons are back i'm gonna need you guys to be on high alert, keep a close eye on them and make sure they're following all the rules. If you see anything out of the ordinary report back to me. Under no circumstance are you to face them on your own, they are strong and been around longer than all of you and me combined, attacking them blindly and alone will only leave you dead... He felt his phone started to vibrate. Once the sun is down you guys can go. Remember what I said. As the vampires went back to doing their own thing and preparing to go out Marcel turned around, walking back to his table as he took out his phone. Cammi, what's up? He said somewhat loudly with a cheerful confidence that he usually carried himself with around women. Mirabelle Mirabelle finally arrived at the correct address, although it didn't add up to anything the red head had pictured in her mind. The place itself was a large white mansion like home with a gated yard and a circular driveway that ran in front, large stairs were what lead up to the door. After reaching the door she took a deep breath before knocking, hoping she didn't have the wrong address. An older woman she assumed was a maid answered and confirmed that a Hayley was staying here, pointing the witch up the stairs and to the correct room. Belle took her time getting to Hayley's room, turquoise eyes ghosting over different decorations and paintings. She had to admit even the inside was beautiful and had a very mysterious feeling to it. Finally reaching her friends door she knocked twice before opening it and peaking her head through, happy to find the brunette she was searching for. Quickly rushing over, the girl practically pounced the wolf in a tight hug. ugh finally! She exclaimed. I missed you like nuts, where the hell have you been. With a laugh she finally let ago of her older friend, her mind so full of questions it was hard to get each of them out. How was Your trip? Did you find your family? Meet any guys? Wait... Did you elope with an old rich guy, like Hugh Hefner without the bunnies, unless he came with a bunch of hot women in which case can I have one?
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

I find it foolish that anyone would ignore me, my dear Camille. I am the most powerful being in the universe. He smirked at her as she pulled out her phone and called Marcus. He turned away with his glass. With his supernatural hearing he didn't have to strain too hard to hear the entire conversation behind himself as he surveyed the room. The patrons in the bar were an interesting mix. Most were the ordinary humans that served to feed his kind. There were a few vampires, though none that had caused him to feel any particular interest, and absolutely no werewolves or witches. Marcus had done a good job in that, at least. He had cleared out the wolves, which was good, but his control over the witches was problematic. They had their uses. He felt smug in his security there. Sure, Marcel was in charge. For now. But that little upstart would learn his place and once he had been dethroned then everything would be the way it was meant to be. He'd have New Orleans back, his child would be born, and he and his family would rule over the region as they should have from the start. He pressed his lips together in consternation. The mystery of how Mikael had found them in 1919 still weighed upon his shoulders. They should have never had to leave in the first place. No matter. The past was the past, Mikael was rotting in some hell somewhere, long dead and out of the picture, and soon all would be well in the beautiful city of New Orleans.
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Elijah entered the house and was about to head upstairs when he saw Hayley. Oh, hello Hayley. What are you doing? He asked her as he glanced at her with a smile, nodding his head as he glanced towards the stairs. He needed privacy to do what he wanted to do, which was find his mother's grimoire's for Davina, but he couldn't do that when their were people at the estate.
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Rebekah Mikaelson Passing through the night, the female original made her way home to New Orleans. The princess returns, she purred passing the welcome to sign, while checking her reflection in the rearview mirror. But, coming home meant many things. One being a tall, dark and handsome former love. She knew she shouldn't be, but somewhere deep inside, she was excited to see him and she hoped he felt the same. Swallowing past the emotion she sought out her brothers, Elijah or Nicklaus. The bars lining Bourbon Street would be the first stop. If anything they liked to drink and this was home, so why not live a little. Having already fed, knocking out a small welcoming party, she supposed, the blonde bombshell was eager to reunite with her family. However, the instant she left the car she felt eyes on her. Something or someone was watching her, smiling she licked her lips and entered the first establishment. This was how her night started, bar hopping. On the fifth try she found him. Eyes flit over him. He didn't see her yet. Behind his back a female bartender, noting nothing spectacular. As she closed the gap, sidling up to the bar directly beside him her eyes flit over the female as a familiar voice came on the other line of the girls phone. If she had a heart, it would have stopped. Hello Nic, anything I might help you with? a look of annoyance crossed her face, The bartenders in this place are seriously lacking. Her eyes lit on the phone as she smirked, With whom do I need to sleep to get a drink 'round here? She asked purposefully loud, hoping to cause the male on the other end to pause. --- Davina Claire She hated this place, being cooped up in the attic of this hell hole. She knew of the murders down below and also the cause for them. Being all powerful had its advantages as well as its downfalls. Davina was strong and learning to control her powers more each day. Elijah had played a big part of that, now all she had to do was wait for his mothers grimoire. More spells to learn and practice. Her lips curled into a smile, soon she would make them all pay. The witches were looking for her, she was the key. It was scary, being this young with such power. She could control the originals, yet Elijah had been kind and not at all what she had expected. So different from his sister and his brother. Klaus worried her, but the sister shed not even met and hoped never too. At least she still had her canvases and charcoals, without those she would be lost. So she spent the time drawing and keeping an eye on things. For Marcel, Elijah did it matter?
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Hayley moved restlessly as she waited for somebody. Her eyes lit up as she saw Elijah.She turned to face the original, licking her lips.Hi..I'm just waiting for a friend.She told him, shooting him a look that meant he wasn't allowed to ask any questions about eho it was.She didn't have to answer to anybody. You don't have to keep me company till she comesShe said dismissively, walking upto the window and looking out.She knew he would leave for he was the most kind in the original family. After a few minutes, she heard Belle's voice.Bell!Hayley gasped joyfully, hugging her friend back.Her words made her giggle, as she shook her head.No, I happened to get pregnant with a rich guy's babyShe spoke, lifting her top to show her the bump as she pulled Belle down with her.And that's why I needed you.She explained about her house arrest and Klaus, Elijah and her family which needed her. Camille The phone rang.Once.Twice.Thrice. .was Marcel really in trouble? A sigh of relief left her lips as she heard his voice, causing her to smirk at Klaus at her apparant victory.Hi...I was just wondering if you were fine since you haven't come to the bar in a few days.She spoke softly, watching another blonde entered.Klaus was worried. She added smugfully, before hearing the blonde's words.Oh God.Another self obsessed and egoistic woman? Wasn't Klaus enough.I have to goWith that she disconnected the call, turning to the woman.What may I get you?
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Since Hayley would be preoccupied with something else, Elijah took that opportunity to head upstairs and look for the grimoire he had promised to Davina. He started to rummage through some boxes, hoping he wasn't making too much noise. Finally finding what he was looking for, he tucked it under his jacket and headed back downstairs. I'm heading out. Don't wait for me. He headed towards the church where Davina was holed up.
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Rebekah my dear sister , Klaus turned in his chair to look over his favorite sibling. Favorite...but he'd never tell her that, of course. I thought you'd still be in Mystic Falls, mooning over your clumsy high school quarterback. He smiled tightly at her as he dangled his half-empty glass in the air. Cami darling, another glass for me please. He looked from the blond bartender to his sister as he slid his glass towards the bartender. How often did one get to sit between two beauties? Now that you mention it, he said, turning his attention back to his sister, you can be of great assistance to me. Now that lovely Camille here has confirmed that Marcel is, indeed, ignoring me, we might be able to get his attention now that you're in town. If I recall, you were always his favorite play mate. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked in his self-satisfied way. Now that it seems you've put Mister Quarterback out of the picture, what say we interact with the adults, hm?
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Hayley bit her bottom lip as she looked at Mirabelle, waiting for her reaction.She was nervous that she might leave, not wanting any part of the mess that Hayley had spun around herself. But when she agreed, Hayley pulled her to a hug, glad that atleast She got a witch on her side. I wish I could do this all with you Belle but I can't. Can you put a protection spellon me? There's these witches trying to kill my baby, so that wwould be good Hayley spoke, resting back on the chair.Then perhaps, we could go out to the bayou to see what is missing.
Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Rebekah Mikaelson Her blue eyes landed on the blonde bartender and the attitude that radiated from her. Klaus, worried? Never, this girl was mistaken and obviously being used by her brother, but what was his game? On the other side of the phone, she heard his breath catch and though it was a small victory, it was a victory nonetheless. Unlike Marcel, the blonde vampires didnt allow her memories to invade this moment. To do so would have crushed her and she needed Nic to see her as strong and over the dark skinned male. Really? And what of your little cheerleader Caroline wasnt it? She said with a flippant annoyance of his little jab. She and Matt were just a fling, it wasnt as if they could be serious, not with Nicklaus always watching and keeping tabs on every relationship. Besides, he above all others knew she wanted normalcy. No, she wished to be human and have a family and more than anything, she wanted to be loved. Bourbon, neat. She said to the bartender, barely sparing her a glance. The little tart, Camille, had a stick up her ass, Rebekah would have gladly pulled it out and beaten her with it, but having just breezed into town it wasnt the time. She had time to inform the little nobody whom she was dealing with, but she had to figure out what the connection to Marcel was. Her eyes studied the other female as she poured her drink. What makes you think Id even want to travel down that path again? What with you hovering and all, I am certain that he would realize I am just your pawn. She ignored his last shot, with a soft huff. --- Davina Claire Davina sensed motion outside of the church, her home. Pausing in her painting she turned her gaze to the doorway. Anticipation filled her body, silently she hoped that it was Elijah and not Marcel. This charade had gone on long enough and she wanted her freedom from this place and a life beyond the border of the church.
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Niklaus glowered at his sister. She always knew just how deeply to stab the proverbial dagger. Now that they were all out of Mystic Falls it seemed almost like a dream, but her mention of the baby vamp Caroline made his chest ache unexpectedly. Hie eyes raked across Rebekah's face and the message was clear. Bitch. He forced the tight smile back on his face. You know how I feel about Marcel. He could have come looking for us , he could have reached out, but instead he stayed here and took everything that was mine . He stole it - and now I want it back. You, my dear, are part of getting it back. He shook his head. As he did so his gaze moved from Rebekah to Camille. He'd already compelled her to accept Marcel's next date, so there was that to look forward to, but until Marcus answered Klaus' calls or asked the lovely bartender for a date they had no way to reach out to him. Listen. We can stay here and bicker all night or we can do something productive. Wouldn't you rather be part of something big? Besides... he leaned in and whispered the last few words for her ears only, Elijah is just dying to tell you the new family news. He sat back, his expression cocky as he raised his glass up to his lips and took a sip.Important family news. I'm sure you'll be thrilled . As he said the last word he he let the r's trill off his tongue in a sarcastic manner, his eyes sparkling at the irony. Don't be a bore Sister. Come, make our brother happy and we'll be one big happy family.
Thread: The Beast Within - Reborn and Frogger

Her brother had taken her home to their uncle who took care of them, it was him who hunted for the ones that hurt her. When he found her she was covered in blood, but no wounds he didn't know why why was bloody but had no wounds. When he asked her she hadn't told him a whole lot, likely because she didn't know either. He hunted and hunted for answers but none came, soon the event was forgotten and pushed behind in history by them all. He went back to hunting alongside his sister every so often. Damien didn't waste time often, but something about this woman made him want to. he wasn't nessesarily rejected - and she seemed to love his eyes. He sat down in a chair that was clearly empty by her. I couldn't help but coming over here... Okay, maybe he was using his Alure just a little ... maybe... You're just very beautiful. Most men would say sexy, or arrousing, or some other word that said she was less than then and to be used as a sexual deviation, but not him. Beautiful described her to him. He smiled at her and placed his glass down in front of him. I'm Damien, what might I call the pretty gal in front of me? he asked. Little did he knows, she wasn't alone here. Her name is Trinity, and I'm Brayden... The man took his seat. Damien cursed to himself for a moment before hearing the next words after several moments of eye contact with the male. I'm her brother. Nice to meet you both. He said. I couldn't help but express how beautiful I think Trinity is. I'm a pretty open guy who usually sticks to my own... but I was drawn to her, I apologize if I am being too frontal with you, my dear... he said bowing his head respectfully a moment. His hair fell into his face slightly until he raised it again.
Thread: The Beast Within - Reborn and Frogger

I can speak for myself, Brayden. If there is one thing Trinity cant stand, its other people speaking on her behalf. Its infuriating, for one thing and demeaning, in a way. Flashing her brother a disgruntled scowl, Trinity rolled her eyes, letting her chin rest in the palm of a hand. Little bits and pieces of dark brown, whimsically curling ever so slightly, fell against the young womans cheek. Beautiful? Trinity blinked, taken by surprise finally comprehending everything else that was said earlier and that is being said. How often do men use the word beautiful? Its usually sexy, or arousing, or something along those lines but beautiful? Not so much. What did he say his name was? Damien right? Intrigued, Trinity swept her gaze over him tilting her head as she studied the handsome stranger. Please ignore my brother, she spoke up, gesturing to the young man who decided to intrude on this little moment of whatever it is. Brayden has a tendency to butt into things that dont concern him. I believe he was just about to leave right, Brayden? After all, theres no reason why he needs to be here. Trinity just wants a drink, and from the looks of things, she might be able to engage in conversation not related to Hunting for once. Right, Brayden? she repeated, lifting a brow and this time, giving her brother a dangerous look. Obviously not pleased, Brayden shoved back from his seat placing both hands on the table and leaning in close. Do anything to my sister anything at all, and Ill be back to wring your neck. Back off, Trinity shot out, letting out another sigh while shaking her head. Excuse my brother, we try not to let him out of his cage too often. A finger tapping against her cheek, Trinity rolled her shoulders before relaxing in the seat. In a black tank top, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a jean jacket thrown over it all she looked cute, without trying too hard. Your name is Damien, is that right?