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	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

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[casketgirl]

[bravebartender]

She confronts Klaus on the street with a spine of steel and a grave sense of determination for a thing she doesn't know if she can accomplish, but there's a part of her that knows that she must. If for no other reason, then to prove to him that someone can, that he can't push her around simply because she's human.

She double checks the vervain in her cabinet. She's going to have to move - Klaus has been invited into her apartment, and if she wants to be safe she's going to need somewhere new. She makes plans and prepares herself, still adjusting to all of the new rules and regulations for the world she finds herself living in, and all of it is so that she doesn't worry about Davina.

Josh said she was fine. He said that she's being protected by Rebekah. Only beyond the fact that she's Klaus's sister, Rebekah has no idea what that means.

Eventually she caves, flopping back on her couch as she picks up her cell phone, pulling up the number she had for Marcel's and not giving up until she got someone to the girl in question.

[casketgirl]

Davina has been lying in bed pretty much since Marcel brought her to it. She can't help but feel despondent, her heart aching in new, painful sort of ways. One of the reasons she wanted to be normal was to have a future with Tim, the first boy she ever really liked -- and now he's dead. She'll never see him again.

And it's all Klaus' fault.

As hurt as she is, she's also angry. Furious even. She should of finished it, made Klaus transform and stay as the wolf he is. The animal.

It almost catches her off guard when the phone rings, and even more so when someone brings her the phone, telling it for her. They seem scared -- Marcel has probably told them not to "bother" her.

"Hello?"

[lovewhentheyrun]

[ooc: Not sure what you want to do with him, but have at. ;-) My brain is failing to come up with scenarios tonight on its own.]

[bravebartender]

[It's a couple days before Cami is back at her usual place behind the bar, dishing out drinks for the denizens of New Orleans. She's still working for Sophie, but knowing what she knows about her she's trying her best to play it normal, like she doesn't know where Davina is, or that she's working with Rebekah.

All she knows is that if she's still on the inside, and Sophie still thinks she's clueless, this is the best place for her to be to protect Davina.

It's a slow night all the same, and she's quietly wiping down the bar, not looking up until she hears the front door open.]

[lovewhentheyrun]

[Klaus has hesitated to seek her out. He has no idea how to repair what he's broken, and it's hard to think of a way to explain himself. The fact that he did not mean her any harm, in fact had done a great deal of what he had in order to protect her, seems like it should justify what he's done, and he thinks if she remembers it all, then she should remember that.

But that did not seem to be the case when she confronted him.

Still, he is here, hesitating in the doorway, but here.]

Hello, Cami.

[fimbuldraugr]

Fandral had not been to Midgard enough to bother with the local fashions. Even if he had come more frequently, it would not have dissuaded him from his fine armor, rich tunic, and his mustache that was carefully plucked and positioned upwards. After all, what did it matter to him if Midgardian fashion was so woefully crude?

And yet somehow, his adventures had brought him to a bar. He did not recall what the city was called, but he and his fellow warriors had vanquished a great foe only miles at the city's outskirts. They returned home victorious. Fandral, ever persistent and too curious for his own good, had stopped here to drink, boast, and impress any woman who would grant him attention.

But first, he needed a drink. He slapped down a large, golden coin onto the counter. "Bring me your finest ale!"

[bravebartender]

"Whoa."

She probably should have managed something a little more articulate in the face of a space viking. And let's be real, she lives in New Orleans. She's probably seen a lot stranger things. But in the moment of it all, with the space viking trying to pay her in large gold coins that she's pretty sure aren't an acceptable form of currency in any bar in the immediate vicinity, she's a little flabbergasted.

It takes her a moment, but she eventually snaps out of it and reaches for one of the empty beer glasses behind the bar. At least she has enough sense to know that ale = beer.

"Right. One ale, coming up."

[fimbuldraugr]

He tasted the beer and let the taste linger in his mouth. His frown was disapproving for a moment, but he took another drink and seemed content to not complain about the inferior quality of the drink. He instead turned his attention to the barmaid and smiled kindly to her.

"Your service is most timely, dear lady. Are you the proprietor of this fine establishment?"

[complexities]

[She has spent a great deal of time hunting down Bullseye to ensure he remained dead. Even when Matt calls to report that her worst fears had come true, that he had come back, only to comfort her with reports of how broken the monster had become Elektra finds no solace. In fact, she sinks deeply into despair. She's ignored jobs to go on this quest to destroy the man who murdered her only for him to become nothing, but a useless lump. He is not worth killing any longer. Perhaps one day, but now?

Elektra feels that she has lost against him once more. Perhaps Matt could sense that in her silence. That is he sends her down this strange path to New Orleans. He claims to know a priest there. That he had a relative that could help her.

(He avoids using words like shrink or therapy. Matt doesn't know what was done to her as a child or in South America, but her silence speaks to him even after all these years. Elektra has good reason not to trust men in clean coats with fake smiles so sending her off to meet a pretty bartender who happened to have plenty of schooling seemed like the best course of action.)

Although she rejects the idea that she needs help over the phone, Elektra ends up in New Orleans anyways. She wanders into the bar and simply sits in the corner until she is either noticed or everyone else is gone. That's not creepy at all, right?]

[bravebartender]

[Cami's been watching her all shift.

It's honestly more like she's been noticing her, as it's been too busy for her to pay too close attention to any one customer, and while other waitresses have wandered by to see if she wants anything, there's something about her that Cami can't shake.

(It's kind of the same feeling she felt when she first met Klaus. She knows better than to indulge it now, but that doesn't stop her anyway.)

She wanders over as people start to wander in the direction of the door, tray balanced on her hip as she makes her approach.]

We're closing soon. Is there something I can help you with?

[casketgirl]

[bravebartender]

Kieran is getting worse.

Cami can see the vestiges of his sanity slipping more and more every day and she wonders if this is how he felt, watching Sean. Seeing moments of lucidity peppered with moments where it's almost like he's possessed, with someone else wearing his skin, smiling his smile but it's not the right smile. There's something shattered, something twisted lurking behind it and as much as Cami may want to stay with him, there's only so much she can take.

She heads back to her apartment, wanting to reach for a bottle like she did the night before, but memories of Marcel come flooding back to her and she decides that that might not be the best course of action - not that she has any regrets. She doesn't. She stands by it being completely worth it - but only the once. If he shows up and she's lost herself again, she can't be sure what she'll do.

So no booze for Cami.

But what she can do is find the most senseless thing on TV and sit there until she can't possibly keep her eyes open anymore. She slumps down into the couch, picking up the remote and quietly starting to flip through the channels, hoping that something will catch her interest. She's about to give up on pointless television entirely when her phone rings. She doesn't bother to glance at the caller ID before she answers.

"This better be good news, because I don't think another thing on the crap pile right now."

[nightclubbing]

[bravebartender]

[Given that they're both more night people, it's not odd that Cami and Josh both aren't usually up before noon. She only winds up in that position if she has plans, and that's not often - because she's a night person.

But when it's pushing two or three in the afternoon and Josh still hasn't roused himself off her couch yet, she makes her way over to wave coffee under his nose.]

So now that you're a vampire, does this mean you're nocturnal?

hi.

[ex_wrathful628]

Dawn again. Another morning, another day.

Klaus is not holding a brush in his hand, but a 2B pencil. He is randomly sketching on the hospital’s patient meal menu. After Marcel had left and Cami had fallen into a deep sleep, Klaus had transferred her to the hospital for a thorough check-up. No broken bones, no internal bleeding. Just a sprained wrist, a few bruises, scratches, and a minor concussion.

He could have healed her with his blood, but instead he had relied on the expertise of the doctor and the nurses at the hospital. Klaus cannot remember the last time he had done such a thing. Or perhaps this is a first.

Every now and then he watches Cami while she sleeps, wishing he could take away her pain. All of it. But he knows he cannot compel her to forget. She has to face this.

All anyone needs is time to grieve. He will support her however he can. He worries; hopes that she will not be looking to make an enemy out of the witches. There is enough of that going around, what with the rift between the different factions. Perhaps he can convince her to move on. To pack up and leave the city.

And if Marcel truly cares for her, then maybe he will go with her.

Ah. But if only it could be so simple…

hiiiiiiiiii

[bravebartender]

The morning almost seems harder.

The night before it all had seemed like a disorienting dream, something that someone else was living and she was watching it as it played out in slow motion, almost like a movie. The things she had done, the things she had made other people do, the things done to her, all of them had seemed like someone else's problems as she sobbed into Marcel's shoulder, grieving all that was lost in that night. Because it wasn't just Kieran that she had to let go of, it was the idea that things could be alright as long as she existed in this world - that death was death, the people she knew would always been how she remembered they were when she met them, and that the world didn't have so much more in it than anyone else ever saw.

Then the sun comes up and reality sets in, and she knows that she can't ever go back to the way things used to be.

She wakes up in the hospital and the first thing that greets her is confusion, not entirely sure how she had gotten there in the first place. It's almost a startling sort of fear, because it's not where she fell asleep but her body aches too much to move more than the startled shock into a sitting position. There's a wince as she puts too much pressure on her bad wrist, and that draws her attention to the side of the room where Klaus was sitting. Seeing him seems to invoke some sort of clarity. If he's there with her than wherever she is can't be dangerous - at least not immediately.

She isn't sure when she got to the point where she trusted Klaus Mikaelson with her life, but ... well, here she is.

After that, things start to fall into place. A hospital. It makes sense, given everything - she's surprised he didn't take her there sooner. She leans back against the bed again, relieving the pressure on her wrist before she turns and finally speaks.

"Which hospital is this?"

[eluding]

and/or

[bravebartender]

The problem with living on a bartender's schedule is that she's very rarely up before noon and most of her weekends are eaten by work. So when she happens to get a free weekend to herself, she tries to take advantage of a free night to party and let loose as much as she wants.

On this particular momentous occasion, she is hanging out with Ethan.




... In her bar.




Okay, so maybe she's not as adventurous as it seems, but she drinks for free here, the food is at a discount, and it's a comfortable setting that they're both familiar with. It makes it the perfect first date setting that doesn't add too much pressure to either party. She returns to the booth with a couple of beers in her hand, and flashes him a grin as she does.

"One beer, as requested."

[aworldonfire]

[so, a blind man walks into a bar ... ]

[no, really. he's had a rough couple of nights, and as such, he feels like he needs a drink and some company. he wishes Foggy was here, for the latter, that Karen was, but they're probably both in bed at this hour, not too far from last call, and he doesn't want to burden either of them with his bullshit. Karen doesn't know the truth, anyway; Foggy understandably avoids talking about it when he can]

[so, here he is, looking more than a little rumpled as he slides up to the bar and takes a seat, waiting for someone to come over and take his order]

[bravebartender]

[New York is both different from New Orleans and the same, all at the same time. It's a complicated sort of balance, and while New Orleans was certainly more supernatural, New York still had its fair share of monsters lurking in the shadows.

Some of whom learned very quickly not to try and take advantage of her.

But she needed a fresh start after the mess with Aurora and parting ways with Klaus, and New York seemed like the perfect fit. Josie's was a bit more of a dive than Rosseau's was, but it was still a great place for some extra cash while she tried to get her practice off the ground.

When she sees Matt, she slides over easily and greets him with a smile.]

What can I get you?

hello :')

[eluding]

hiiiiiiii

[bravebartender]

It takes some time for her to adjust to the vampire of it all, and thankfully she has more than enough help. A daylight ring here, a blood ration there, and most days she feels like she's almost functional. The emphasis on that being most.

Some days, she can barely drown out the rest of the world and she can't manage on her own. She takes Hope over to Faye for the day for her magic lessons, saying that she might run a little late coming to pick her up, but Faye never seems to mind. Once that's settled, she intends to go back to Rosseau's, up to her apartment and shut out the rest of the world, but that's not where her feet wind up taking her.

Instead, she somehow finds her way to Ethan's front door, knocking before she realizes what she's doing and waiting for Ethan to answer.

[acrescentwolf]

Time spent in the city had at least familiarized him with the different sections and he'd been learning his way around, at least parts of it, but Jack found himself seeking out the familiar faces more and more, just because it reminded him of home.

And Camille was one of the few people he'd actually liked back in New Orleans so spending more time at the bar with her just kind of became something of his routine.

Which is why he ends up there again, lifting a hand in greeting before dropping onto one of the stools at the bar.

"Hey. How's it going?"

[bravebartender]

She gives a small shrug in return, making her way closer to the bar to pour him a glass of his favorite. "It's going. Just another day in crazy town." Not that the days are all that crazy, but there's definitely enough happening to keep them busy.