Thread: The Originals Roleplay thread

Marcel Marcel slowly paced around, listening to the blonde bartender on the other end of the phone, frowning when she mentioned his sire. Worried? Yeah right. Keeping tabs on him would have been a better choice of words. Suddenly his vampire hearing picked up the sound of a familiar high pitched voice, causing him to freeze in place. His fangs involuntarily impaled right through his bottom lip as if to use the sharp sting to distract him from the emotional hurricane that just her beautiful voice had instowed upon him. The voice itself belonged to the only female original vampire, the youngest Mikealson sister and his former flame Rebekah Mikealson. Cammi hung up not long after that, mumbling about having to go, most likely to serve the Original sister. Marcel continued to stand in place, attempting to sort through his emotions before they over came him. One side of him was overjoyed she was back in New Orleans, after all he had missed her with everything he had. But another part of him was furious, she had abandoned him, not once coming back to look for him, no letters, no phone calls, nothing. Now after centuries of vanishing she had scurried back into town, right behind her brothers tails, most likely because they had simple wanted her there. After everything klaus has done to betray her she still stuck with him, going so far as to choose to be with her back stabbing brother over him! The one who had never hurt her and would have given her the world just to be with her! Letting out a loud yell, Marcel picked up his empty burboun bottle that was still on the table and flung it harshly against the wall, glass shattering into a million pieces. After that Marcel stood there for a moment, gaining his composure back as tears tried to break through from the corners of his eyes but he held them back. Suddenly turning towards the door, Marcel decided it was time to see his original sire. To confront him about why the Mikealons are here and do whatever it took to get Klaus and his family out of Marcels city. Mirabelle Holy shit. The redhead said, flopping back on Hayley's bed so she could stair up at the ceiling, her teal eyes blinking. How was she supposed to react? She had just found out her best friend was pregnant and not only that but she was the pregnant hybrid carrying Klaus Mikealsons kid and would now be the target of whatever enemies wanted to use her against the Original family. All in all this didn't seem like the best environment to raise a child, then again what did Belle know about good environment? Yup you guessed it, absolutely nothing. Hey on the plus side at least the kid won't be using her mothers 'medicine' as pretend items for her dumpster dollies, or constantly wondering why the juice tasted funny and made her mother act like a sick walrus. Shaking her head the siphoner forced herself to focus. She already knew that whatever it took she was gonna help one of her only friends, whether she wanted to stay with Mikealsons or live somewhere else and continue looking for her family that could possibly be wolves in bayou. Well.. dude, you know me. And also know i'm definitely gonna be here for my best friend when you need me on this, currently is there anything I can help with. Anything, even if it's witchy crap. If not, lets make this house arrest more interesting? I can grab a movie, you find the tv and we can have a girls night? Or we can sneak out and find some more about the wolves in the bayou. Or even prank the hell out of everyone here. She said with a laugh, rolling on her stomach and looking up at her best friend.