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entranceway2015-03-16 07:07 pm
therapize) wrote in entranceway2015-03-16 07:07 pm
Entry tags:
- btvs: spike,
- fables: bigby wolf,
- legion: charlie,
- parks & recreation: april ludgate-dwyer,
- penny dreadful: victor frankenstein,
- supernatural: charlie bradbury,
- supernatural: jo harvelle,
- the vampire diaries: camille o'connell,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: kol mikaelson,
- zombies run: simon lauchlan
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[She means to head the opposite way; Cami's shift at the bar is over , and she's headed down to her room to rest for a bit. But on her way out her phone slips between purse and hand, falls to the floor in just the right place for Cami to kick it further down the hall. She huffs out a laugh at her own clumsiness, turns intending to take the few steps needed to pick it up--
Then stops mid-stride as she sees the trail of blood where it's landed.
This isn't at all the first time Cami's come across a massacre. In her own world they're--well. Far more common than such a tragedy has a right to be. But even though there is only one body at the end of the path, there's so much blood it feels like there should be more. She swallows hard, wills back the urge to be sick as her stomach rolls, the panic that wants to grip her mind. There's too much blood to expect this poor soul to be saved, and yet she still has to try.
So she moves over to the body, once living and whole, reaches into the mess to try and find where his pulse should be. A futile effort met with its expected reward, fingers covered in red, tacky fluid. How could they not be, when so little of him is left in tact? She doesn't want to look, but part of her knows she has to. She needs to figure out who this is, except that when she does, it's completely wrong.
She's not supposed to meet Sam this way. They only run into each other at parties, where Cami makes jokes about ridiculous hats and gets him to dance even when neither of them really want to, just to tease him.
She sucks in a deep breath, although that almost makes it worse. That much blood carries with it a smell, metallic and sharp, and she can almost taste it for how strong it is. But she can't let herself falter now. Someone has done this, and with no event in progress, that someone remains a danger to everyone else in the mansion.]
[She stands up, takes a few steps away from the body. Her eyes keep a constant watch on the hall around her, even as she turns on the phone to send out a message--audio only. She won't subject anyone else to this sight if she can avoid it.]
Um. I'm sorry, but--there's been a murder on the fifth floor. [There can be no other word for it. This violence, this cruelty can be no accident.] I found the victim. Sam. It's Sam Winchester.
[God, what is she even saying? Cami, of all people, should be able to put these words together better.]
Please don't come up here unless you absolutely have to. I'm near room--[A pause, as she looks for the nearest door] Room thirteen. I don't know who did it; there wasn't anyone here when I found him, but someone did. So please, be careful.
Then stops mid-stride as she sees the trail of blood where it's landed.
This isn't at all the first time Cami's come across a massacre. In her own world they're--well. Far more common than such a tragedy has a right to be. But even though there is only one body at the end of the path, there's so much blood it feels like there should be more. She swallows hard, wills back the urge to be sick as her stomach rolls, the panic that wants to grip her mind. There's too much blood to expect this poor soul to be saved, and yet she still has to try.
So she moves over to the body, once living and whole, reaches into the mess to try and find where his pulse should be. A futile effort met with its expected reward, fingers covered in red, tacky fluid. How could they not be, when so little of him is left in tact? She doesn't want to look, but part of her knows she has to. She needs to figure out who this is, except that when she does, it's completely wrong.
She's not supposed to meet Sam this way. They only run into each other at parties, where Cami makes jokes about ridiculous hats and gets him to dance even when neither of them really want to, just to tease him.
She sucks in a deep breath, although that almost makes it worse. That much blood carries with it a smell, metallic and sharp, and she can almost taste it for how strong it is. But she can't let herself falter now. Someone has done this, and with no event in progress, that someone remains a danger to everyone else in the mansion.]
[She stands up, takes a few steps away from the body. Her eyes keep a constant watch on the hall around her, even as she turns on the phone to send out a message--audio only. She won't subject anyone else to this sight if she can avoid it.]
Um. I'm sorry, but--there's been a murder on the fifth floor. [There can be no other word for it. This violence, this cruelty can be no accident.] I found the victim. Sam. It's Sam Winchester.
[God, what is she even saying? Cami, of all people, should be able to put these words together better.]
Please don't come up here unless you absolutely have to. I'm near room--[A pause, as she looks for the nearest door] Room thirteen. I don't know who did it; there wasn't anyone here when I found him, but someone did. So please, be careful.
surprise
Still, he couldn't let such a pretty little thing be murdered in cold blood even if she was Nik's pretty little thing. It'd be a waste. Kol steps closer to them, eyes on the blood trail, before they move to the body. ]
You've got to give them an A for effort, he certainly wouldn't be surviving that. [ Really, of all the things the witch could comment on. The Mikaelson sidesteps a bit of blood as he moves closer to nudge Sam's body with his shoe. ] Aah, will you be informing him that his brother's been made into jam, love? [ He turns back to look at Cami.
Someone is far too relaxed around a murder scene. ]
hello, handsome stranger
His gaze cuts from Cami to the new arrival. He'd known he wouldn't be the only one to show up and make a spectator sport of the murder scene; even if this were a normal place and time, people were attracted to what they were warned off from. As soon as the woman had said not to approach the fifth floor, she might as well have sent out an invitation to all those inclined to catch a taste of the macabre.
But this one takes casual observation a step too far.
If a person's silence could speak, Victor's would be decidedly disapproving at the way the newcomer touches the remains like it's bones and dust, not the still warm body it is, but Sam isn't his loved one to defend. Hand rubbing methodically along his jaw, Victor goes back to his visual examination, speaking up only once there's a break in the conversation occurring above him.]
There's no point in leaving him here for friends and family to find. He should be taken somewhere more private.
[He raises his eyes to the two. Any volunteers?]
seriously kol can you just not for five minutes
That is more than enough of that, Kol. [She's already stepping up to him when Kol presses his toes against Sam, but the remarks only give strength to her resolve. Yes, he's doing her a favor by being there, and Cami is grateful for it. But that doesn't give him license to say such things, or treat Sam's body with such blatant disrespect.] I'm sure you've seen and done far worse than this in your time, but this is an innocent person who has been murdered, not to mention my friend, and you will not treat him with such blatant disregard.
[Honestly, she'd almost rather deal with the danger of facing the murderer herself than listen to further commentary of this kind.
She looks back to Victor when the doctor makes his suggestion, knowing it's a good one. But even if Cami had the stomach for the work, she lacks the physical strength. So in turn she looks to Kol, putting the question to him.]
Are you willing to help, or do I need to call someone else? [His magic should be more than sufficient, but Cami isn't going to put up with the commentary.]
if he didn't, he'd probably explode tbh
He hadn't known Sam was that important to her and whilst his death meant nothing to Kol, it obviously meant something to Cami. But when the question is posed by Victor, he can't help but give the good doctor an unimpressed look. He's about to bail and watch Victor try to carry the body himself when Cami speaks.
Honestly, this is not what he expected when he decided to go up to keep her company... Not that he really knew what to expect. At first, Kol had expected it to be some sort of trap. Turning to actually face the young woman, the Mikaelson watches her for a moment, trying to decide if he wants to help or not. The look Kol fits her with isn't very nice, but it isn't harsh either. ]
Where do you want him, then?
[ The question is bored if anything. Kol does, however, bring a hand out towards the body - fingers fluidly curl into a fist as he turns his hand over causing Victor to be eye level with the floating corpse of one Sam Winchester. ]
like a witch hot pocket?
What happens next is something else entirely.
The young man doesn't lift the body, not with any visible muscle. What happens is akin to watching a ghostly hand pull the strings to its blood-splattered puppet. The body starts to rise from the floor, prompting Victor to find his feet and take a step back.
Vanessa had shown herself capable of similar feats during that week they'd fought to save her, but not with this level of... control. What should one call it, demonic puppetry?
Kol's reward is another, longer look, Victor's expression unreadable, even as the questions burn underneath his skin. One thing at a time.]
One of the rooms.
[Since Cami seems to have the role of governess, he looks to her to either add to or enforce the choice.]
this hallway is already enough of a mess
And when he listens and backs off, Cami in turn relaxes a bit. While they're both aware that she stands no chance should he choose to turn violent against her, Kol still gives in. Begrudgingly, yes, but after everything Cami's willing to take what she can get, up to and including his willingness to move Sam with his power.]
He's a witch. [Even if his expression doesn't say much, the way the doctor stares at Kol conveys the question anyway, at least from Cami's perspective. She doesn't feel guilty over outing Kol, given that he's using magic pretty openly these days. It's more that she just wants to get any necessary explanations out of the way as quickly as possible, so they can focus on the task at hand.
There's a door open nearby, one Cami's guessing belongs to Sam. Something had lured him into the hall, or maybe dragged him out, but either way, it's the best place they have to keep him. So she takes the lead, walking into the room, motioning towards the bed once Kol comes into view.]
Here. We can cover him with the sheet. [She draws it back even as she suggests it, not thinking of how the blood will seep through but rather trying to spare anyone else the same pain and shock of what she'd seen. But her mind isn't so consumed with the process that she's forgotten one other thing, and along the way she looks up to meet Kol's gaze.]
Thank you.
never enough of a mess if ur a mikaelson
When she begins walking Kol shoots one last glance at the doctor before following after, bringing the body along with him like any part of this was actually normal. He wastes no time, seeking better things to do with his time than levitate dead Winchesters. So he doesn't really care to point out that they should probably put a tarp down or leave him on the floor or something... Instead he follows her directions.
Of course, what does seem to jolt Kol out of his comfort zone is the fact that she takes the time to thank him in the middle of the whole process... It causes him to freeze, his line of sight finding hers immediately, trying to seek out if she's being facetious. It wasn't often someone thanked him. He blinks, once, twice, before offering her one of the softer smiles usually reserved for Davina. If there had been any residual anger for her lingering, it was certainly gone now... probably. ]
You're welcome.
[ Then again, Kol's the wildest of the Mikaelsons. Tough to read, even tougher to predict.
But then his attention is brought back to the fact that there's a mouthbreather nearby and a dead body. So he moves the body onto the bed before taking the edge of the sheet from her hand to cover the body himself, trying to spare her the pain of pulling a sheet over her friend. ]
So, tell us, good doctor - your thoughts?
or a Frankenstein, tbh
Ah.
[Victor frowns a bit in bemusement as he digests that bit of information, but leaves it at that. Witchcraft does seem to be a popular subject here. The living aren't really his business right now, however. Averting his gaze, he leaves the two to their moment and follows the body, rolling up his sleeves past his elbows in the process.
If nothing else, the young man's magical talents make lugging the body of a full-grown man around a much easier task...
Wasting no time, Victor moves in before either of them can completely put Sam to rest under the make-do burial sheet. Though Kol had deposited him down more gently than one might assume such powers capable of, the body's limbs are still out of alignment; Victor slips the head back on the pillow a little more and starts moving Sam into supine position beginning from the head down. Rigor hasn't set in yet, and the body moves easily.
His thoughts on what he sees so far? Well...]
If the regeneration process takes place at all, it may start soon. Where do saline water and towels fall within your skill set?
Re: or a Frankenstein, tbh
Thankfully, the doctor provides distraction. Cami forces herself to look away, ignoring the lurch of her stomach in favor of sharing what she knows.]
He’ll be fine when he wakes up. I don’t know when it starts, but everyone who dies is healed when they revive. [Something she’d been shocked to discover first hand when she’d felt her neck, whole and intact where Angelus had ripped it apart to end her. But he’s asking rather than just making commentary, and she heads over to the closet to get the things he’s requested, assuming that he merely intends to clean Sam up.]
Cami why are you hanging out w these two?
[ This doctor reminds him of the sort he used to meet in the Victorian times, something that makes him a little uneasy - never had he lived through such a conniving era. ]
You're aware he can just pop in and out of the shower once he wakes up from his little nap, yeah? It's what I did.
[ He's not sure how much Cami knows about his death or if she knows about it at all, but he's aware Davina hasn't been too secretive about it. If the reaction from Rebekah was anything to go by. Kol turns his attention to the bloodsoaked bed with an unimpressed look. The fact that Davina had stayed by his side during his death and revival... it meant a lot to him. ]
Cami, perhaps you should phone one of his friends to stay with him? [ A surprisingly soft sentiment for a 1000 year old cold blooded killer. ]