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Natalie Berzatto and Neil Fak. ↳ THE BEAR - 2.08.

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And I burn for you And you don't even know my name If you asked me to I'd give you everything

there was really no rhyme or reason as to how eleanor ended up at the brewery. maybe it was noise of busy people? someone is bound to help you in a crowd right? or at least that was what the tired girl had hoped. everything was fuzzy and hard to process, so she just followed the sound, shielding her face as the bright lights beamed from the building. dusting herself off, she finally realized that she was in the clothes her family buried her in. a black v-neck sundress and matching ballet shoes. while the only thing to identify her, was the dainty gold chain the read her name in cursive, nikolas gave it to her the night she died.

she was shaken out of her daze by a voice calling her way, looking up with a confused grin, she then pointed to herself to confirm. he sounded kind and there was water at the table, oh how long it had been since she had water. so she found herself skipping over to the empty seat, nodding her head at his question before grabbing the pitcher of water and gulping it down. it felt as if she her whole body lacked oxygen and liquid, causing her muscles to feel tense and strained. after a few seconds, ellie placed the now half empty pitcher on the table. her cheeks turning red as she realized what she had just done in front of everyone.

"oh my god, you'd think being newly dead was embarrassing but this really tops it." she admitted quietly, hoping only the person next to her could hear, while the crowd that glared only saw a nervous smile.

status : open. location : parleaux beer lab, before sunset. tags : @inaducursehqstarters

kilian sits comfortably under one of the weathered canopies just outside the parleaux beer lab, a hazy ipa sweating on the table in front of him. his fingers are coated in black from the charcoal pinched between them, sketching under the glow of the setting sun. lost in his craft, he finds some semblance of peace despite the subject of his sudden artistic inspiration. the details of the shaded drawing capture the intricate features of his best friend, lost in the fire that took their lives. they'd spend their friday evenings at breweries like this, decompressing after a long week of classes and enjoying the company of their closest friends. it was time taken for granted, so now he basks in every moment. relishing in each sip of his drink, recalling memories of laughter and deep conversations, and growing stronger in their bond with one another. now, the table is silent and only one of them remains to carry on the tradition. almost like clockwork and eager for a distraction from his grief, he spots the other step out of the brewery. a smile pulls at his lips and urges him to wave them over, setting aside his sketchbook and wiping his hands as clean as the napkins allowed. " hey ! are you meeting someone here ? 'cause i could use some company if you're not. " kilian says with confidence, before motioning to a seat at his table and leaning a tad closer to them, his tone taking a more playful turn, " besides, i'm getting pitiful stares from the other patrons here for drinking alone. if anything, i'm making it look cool . . . right ? "

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for the past few days, all josie did was toss and turn at night, putting her into a cycle of being constantly tired and annoyed. she could feel something in the air, it was dark and powerful. until she was sure of what that was, the siphoner would have many more sleepless nights. lizzie told her she needed to blow off some steam, go somewhere that made less wrinkles around her eyes. after the merge, she went to the stables a lot so it felt like the time to start back up again.

as she parked, she gripped the wheel and let out a deep sigh. there was so much on her mind, some things bothered her more than others. she couldn't stop thinking about the woman she met at the masquerade and how she had no idea who it might be. "come on josie, just try to relax...you got this." the pep talk wasn't really working, but she was going to try her hardest to not sink into darkness.

her lips pursed as she thought about it, the idea didn't sound so bad, having another person to talk about everything going on. that was the siphoner's speciality, worrying about what couldn't be controlled. lizzie was often the one to tell her that and for so long that was gone. so she lost her way, grew distant from others. now her twin was back and she felt something other than heartbreak. "okay, why not?" she questioned, to both herself and the other. "you might grow tired of me though, there's a lot of trauma going on." it was hard to see a therapist when most of your issues were based on the supernatural.

takashi wasn't able to read minds but he agreed that her face did give it away . " sometimes talking about it helps ." he spoke . takashi had a very strict upbringings and being the oldest he had to take care of his two siblings and recent assumed the role full time after his father died . most things the fox had to do on his own and apart of him was still leaning , while going to the loyola university and teaching martial art in the uptown district . " i could be you're sounding board if you like . "

the dead were coming back to life and supernaturals were being murdered in gruesome ways, the whole ordeal made hayley's mind swirl with questions. one of the places she knew to find answers was the public library, it wasn't a typical library, thanks to the cities deep connect with witchcraft. whatever was happening is connected to something, the hybrid was sure of it. grabbing a few books, she quickly made her way down the steps to check them out and then head over to the boarding school. it wasn't until she bumped into another that she realized she was moving too fast, putting her hands up she apologized. "no, no i'm sorry, i wasn't paying attention." looking up at the other she tilted her head, the whole day had placed her brain in a fog. "you look familiar have we met before?"

Jay was head first in his books in the public library studying, residany was kicking his backside but that did not mean he was going to take a break. He turned the page of his new book when he felt the presence of someone next to him. He didn't look up, assuming like the last few people they just wanted to get around him and down the book aisle that he had set up in a few hours ago. "Sorry," he muttered, pulling his feet back to make room before he finally looked up.

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the siphoner was sure that she couldn't be brought down. her twin sister was back, hope wasn't mad at her, and it felt as if the world was placed back on it's axis. so even if damon was complaining, it didn't really bother her, instead she raised an eyebrow and smirked. "well yeah, you got to see parties when there were like no rules. so of course this is dull." taking a sip of her champagne, she shrugged her shoulders before eyeing the crowd again. "how many masquerades have you been too? cause i'm pretty sure this is my first."

open starter Though it was early in the night, Damon was growing bored by the serious lack of action. Most people still stood in groups chatting, neglecting the dancefloor and the bar a little too much for his liking. He'd been looking forward to a night to let loose, but not even the band seemed to be inspired yet. "Seriously?" he sulks aloud, "I've been to funerals with better live entertainment than this." @inaducursehqstarters

eleanor wasn't sure how she ended up here, someone at the local bookshop said that the mikaelson's were big on art. even though she should've been taking time to being used to living once more, instead she threw herself into work. with a manuscript in hand, elle made her way into the kitchen, the aroma of a large meal filled her senses, causing her to realize that she hadn't eaten much today. with wide eyes, she met charlie's gaze and shook her head softly. "no really, i'm the one intruding...umm i was told that this family is into helping the arts...and i have this book that i wanted one of you to take a look at." her tone was awkward and stiff, no matter how many times she cursed herself in her mind, the weirdness stayed.

As the first rays of morning light filtered through the windows, Charlie found himself free from the confines of the garden lockup. Filled with a newfound sense of purpose, he headed straight to the kitchen, ready to take on the day.

With a burst of energy, Charlie began to transform the space, pots and pans clanging as he dug into his culinary creations. Lost in a whirlwind of spices and flavors, he didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching him until a gentle cough broke through his concentration.

Startled, Charlie turned around, a look of surprise on his face as he met the gaze of the person behind him. "Oh, hi there," he said, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "I didn't realize you were here."

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being a siphoner meant that you sensed everything about another person. there was immense power radiating from the other and from her facial expressions, it was clear something was wrong. yet, josie also understood the reaction, she often pushed others away when needing them the most. a bad habit that got worse after the merge. so instead of insisting that there was a problem, she took a step back and tried another approach.

"there have been murders, all over the city. i think it'd be best if we headed somewhere safer." her voiced sounded a lot more calmer than she actually was.

she was just seeing things, her mind drifting off into the idea that something was going to happen when it wasn’t. yet, the vision she had seen, the vision that made her walk to the alleyway without realising it had dragged her here. “oh…nothing..nothing..” she commented, shaking her head, hoping it would shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach that something would happen.

hearing the other, she nodded her head, scratching the back of her neck. “I’m fine, really I am.” she commented, she was fine, well as fine as someone who kept having nightmares about death. “just..kinda zoned out I guess, didn’t mean to scare you if I did.”