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pineslog2017-05-13 04:02 pm
unforgivably) wrote in pineslog2017-05-13 04:02 pm
come back...be here
Who: Damon Salvatore, You.
Where: Around town.
When: Saturday, May 13th.
What: After missing this call, Damon closes the shop for the day and unsuccessfully searches for his brother.
Warnings: None. Yet?
the delicate beginning rush ❦ lagomarcino's
[ The Saturday morning rush is in full force, Damon not stopping for pleasantries as he moves through the confectionary to the sandwiches in the back, eyeing the people taking in their innocent brunches. Fake memories fueled him coming here first. Any fight he and Stefan had ended here, sharing something sweet. They hashed out their business arrangement here. They hashed out their side business arrangement. Passing the counter, he peers toward the back.
He even ducks into the men's bathroom, stopping himself from calling Stefan's name.
As the door swings closed, he spots someone familiar, approaching them. ] Have you seen my brother today? ]
the feeling you can know so much ❦ between the pines
[ He ducks into Between the Pines, first to see if Stefan has sought solace from his 'wife,' and selfishly to see if he shared what he knew with her. Damon is achingly aware of the days as they pass. Elena's memory should return any day now, and maybe a part of him selfishly wants this, a reason to not confront his brother. Something to distract him until his brother is ready to talk to him, to discuss what he knows now.
However he knows. ] Stefan? [ He waits a beat before calling out. ] Elena?
[ Phone in his hand again, he finds Stefan's voicemail. As emotionless as he sounds, he thinks Stefan would take more glee in retelling a letter he wrote to Bonnie, maybe as his way of telling him he's caught up. But, Damon can't be sure. ]
without knowing anything at all ❦ wayward pines academy
[ He searches through his memories of living here, trying to think of somewhere else Stefan might be.
It's probably futile, but he tries the school.
The handle is broken easily as he lets himself in the side door. He finds himself stopping, looking at pictures of he and his brother in one of the glass cases. He checks Stefan's small office, sinking into his brother's chair. He tries him again, getting Stefan's voicemail. He sees if Emma, or any other teachers he knows are in the locked school he assumes they might have a key to. He half expects to come upon a Breakfast Club, but that would be the wrong decade wouldn't it?
Never one to shy away from an opportunity, he finds himself in the main office, specifically in one of the filing cabinets. They won't mind if he borrows his family's permanent records, right? Any more clues that could point to why they're all here, why everything is eerily similar but off. ]
and now that I can't put this down ❦ tequila mockingbird
[ He's a professional.
Drowning his sorrows at his partial place of work isn't his style, and seeing they live in a town with more than one bar, now, he decides to park himself here at the bar, of course. Forget tables, or booths. He's finished with this day and this town. His brother isn't speaking to him, because of a reason he couldn't have prevented but also not one he could've presented either. So, he drinks. He buys drinks for the people he knows, and if they're nice enough the stranger who sits next to him.
He's just over the edge when he decides on something. Something he'd done with Katherine early on in this town. Technically, he could even lie about the lie and not be lying. Considering. ] It's an old game, tell me if you've heard it. Two truths. And a lie. You pick the lie, I drink. I fool you, you drink. And so on.
[ He liked the layers of this one, the false pretenses and 'false' truths. ]
if i had known what i'd known now, i never would have played so nonchalant ❦ chez salvatore
[ He ends the night dancing in the living room to records he picked up at the record store at some point, and some they'd already had. 90's classic rock. He pours, he drinks. He gives a good look around the house he shares. He reads those permanent records, learning more about their school reputations. He leaves them strewn across the counter.
Eventually, one can find him on their roof with a bottle of Wayward Pines' finest, Pearl Jam blasting underneath. He opened the windows so he'd be able to listen. ]
*let me know if none of these work for you, or if you have a better idea. assume he checks the entire town, really, or you can always see him on the street. or, even at the shop before he gets the call.
Where: Around town.
When: Saturday, May 13th.
What: After missing this call, Damon closes the shop for the day and unsuccessfully searches for his brother.
Warnings: None. Yet?
the delicate beginning rush ❦ lagomarcino's
[ The Saturday morning rush is in full force, Damon not stopping for pleasantries as he moves through the confectionary to the sandwiches in the back, eyeing the people taking in their innocent brunches. Fake memories fueled him coming here first. Any fight he and Stefan had ended here, sharing something sweet. They hashed out their business arrangement here. They hashed out their side business arrangement. Passing the counter, he peers toward the back.
He even ducks into the men's bathroom, stopping himself from calling Stefan's name.
As the door swings closed, he spots someone familiar, approaching them. ] Have you seen my brother today? ]
the feeling you can know so much ❦ between the pines
[ He ducks into Between the Pines, first to see if Stefan has sought solace from his 'wife,' and selfishly to see if he shared what he knew with her. Damon is achingly aware of the days as they pass. Elena's memory should return any day now, and maybe a part of him selfishly wants this, a reason to not confront his brother. Something to distract him until his brother is ready to talk to him, to discuss what he knows now.
However he knows. ] Stefan? [ He waits a beat before calling out. ] Elena?
[ Phone in his hand again, he finds Stefan's voicemail. As emotionless as he sounds, he thinks Stefan would take more glee in retelling a letter he wrote to Bonnie, maybe as his way of telling him he's caught up. But, Damon can't be sure. ]
without knowing anything at all ❦ wayward pines academy
[ He searches through his memories of living here, trying to think of somewhere else Stefan might be.
It's probably futile, but he tries the school.
The handle is broken easily as he lets himself in the side door. He finds himself stopping, looking at pictures of he and his brother in one of the glass cases. He checks Stefan's small office, sinking into his brother's chair. He tries him again, getting Stefan's voicemail. He sees if Emma, or any other teachers he knows are in the locked school he assumes they might have a key to. He half expects to come upon a Breakfast Club, but that would be the wrong decade wouldn't it?
Never one to shy away from an opportunity, he finds himself in the main office, specifically in one of the filing cabinets. They won't mind if he borrows his family's permanent records, right? Any more clues that could point to why they're all here, why everything is eerily similar but off. ]
and now that I can't put this down ❦ tequila mockingbird
[ He's a professional.
Drowning his sorrows at his partial place of work isn't his style, and seeing they live in a town with more than one bar, now, he decides to park himself here at the bar, of course. Forget tables, or booths. He's finished with this day and this town. His brother isn't speaking to him, because of a reason he couldn't have prevented but also not one he could've presented either. So, he drinks. He buys drinks for the people he knows, and if they're nice enough the stranger who sits next to him.
He's just over the edge when he decides on something. Something he'd done with Katherine early on in this town. Technically, he could even lie about the lie and not be lying. Considering. ] It's an old game, tell me if you've heard it. Two truths. And a lie. You pick the lie, I drink. I fool you, you drink. And so on.
[ He liked the layers of this one, the false pretenses and 'false' truths. ]
if i had known what i'd known now, i never would have played so nonchalant ❦ chez salvatore
[ He ends the night dancing in the living room to records he picked up at the record store at some point, and some they'd already had. 90's classic rock. He pours, he drinks. He gives a good look around the house he shares. He reads those permanent records, learning more about their school reputations. He leaves them strewn across the counter.
Eventually, one can find him on their roof with a bottle of Wayward Pines' finest, Pearl Jam blasting underneath. He opened the windows so he'd be able to listen. ]
*let me know if none of these work for you, or if you have a better idea. assume he checks the entire town, really, or you can always see him on the street. or, even at the shop before he gets the call.
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Let's see. [He twists his glass around on the counter, fingers constantly busy even when the rest of him is still.] I've never been to Asia. I once had a cat named Purrlock Holmes. And I have no idea what Arby's is.
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East Coast eating establishment. The lowest of the common denominators. Think, Sonic or, any other fast food establishment.
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[Drinking to hide his laughter, he drained the glass and called the bartender over to pour another.] If you walk away tonight before I've called you at least five different terms of endearment, it will be a miracle.
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[ What. ]
Likewise with borderline insulting-slash-disrespectful terms. I go for the low hanging fruit. [ No, he's not punning, nor flirting. He's speaking truth. Speaking of. He swirls his glass around before setting it down. ] My mother died when I was young. I died in 1863. I died last Christmas. [ He decides to go all out. His time before doesn't count, not when this place brings him these memories. Technically, he experienced them here and here isn't before, it's there. If they didn't want them to talk about what happens there, they should use that word. ]
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[Magnus is about to make a comment about low-hanging fruit, but the continuation of their game is far more interesting. Damon seems to have skipped over the tutorial round and gone straight to the advanced levels.
Raising an eyebrow, he regards Damon while tracing the design etched into one of the many rings adorning his fingers. Most people would instantly guess that the second option was false, not only because Damon is obviously alive but also far from looking well over a decade old. But, luckily, Magnus isn't most people.] No offense, my dear, but you seem like the type of man who has mommy issues. I'm going to go with dying at Christmas simply because it's the least dramatic of the three.
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But not quite. ] I died in 1864. [ And last Christmas. Well, the Christmas that recently passed before he'd ended up there. ]
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I'm fluent in modern Greek. I'm eternally banned from entering Peru. I attended Queen Victoria's coronation.
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