Wasting Time...// OPEN

[Emily Ayiana Locklear]

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Saturday. By far the best day of the week - it meant she wasn’t going to get into trouble for not being at school, one of her WORST things to do. It wasn’t that she wasn’t very good at school, if she ’applied’ herself then she could come out on top. But that was the thing, she just couldn’t apply herself in the way the teachers wanted her to. It didn’t help that she was starting a whole new school - no friends, at the moment anyway, and all these new traditions.

Emily’s father was originally from La Push - that was, apparently, until his parents decided to up and leave. Taking the whole family with them, her Grandparents had chosen to raise her father and his siblings in Seattle without any real reason as to why. Apparently there was some sort of legend or whatever they’d tried to get away from. However, that was all hear-say and ramblings of her mental, yet adorable, Grandmother.

So, Her dad married her mum - who wasn’t Native American - and had Emily and her little brother Elan. But the call of La Push was apparently all too strong for her dad who was super keen to move back - hence how they ended up moving back into probably the most boring, quiet little reservation on the planet. Emily had never taken an interest in her Native American roots and now, well, it was being forced upon her. Greeaaattt!

Sitting to one side of a bench, Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. It was good to be back in Seattle for the day - even if her friends were late. Checking her phone she shook her head. Okay they were very late. Were they even going to bother showing? I mean I guess she was kind of a freak now, living on some reservation in the middle of nowhere, but she was still the same person. Surely they knew that?

’Where are you guys? I’m so bored!’ Emily typed and sent into the group chat. They’d all been quiet since she moved a couple of weeks back - but she figured that was down to the fact they didn’t want to upset her what with her not being around anymore. To fill time, she opened up her instagram on her phone and scrolled through the newest pictures. Cellphones, what massive time-wasters!

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[Tudor Everett]

so much history in my head, the people i've left, the ones that i've kept

So began the careful art of pretending to be human. Tudor had been doing it for over two hundred years so it shouldn't feel as ridiculous as it did now while he stared in the mirror of the dressing room, wondering who the hell was going to buy his act. He was really pushing his feasible limit right now, trying to pass as a high school student again. He already looked mature for the age he'd died at, and though he definitely could not pass as thirty-five either, acting as if he were eighteen was about as much of a stretch. The trick, was trying to dress young. He wasn't thus far successful, on his shopping trip in Seattle. Sighing, the vampire mussed his brown curls as he discarded the polo shirt that made him look more like an asshole of a golf player, and frowned at his reflection. If only his hair could grow out like it used to when he was human. He couldn't say it made him look as ruthlessly attractive as he was right now, but a mess of brown curls certainly made him look younger back in 1780. Whatever. It couldn't be helped. Turning away, he left the clothes he'd tried on in the stall and left the dressing room and then the store, to pursue a different one. Or maybe give up. It wasn't too late to enroll in a local college right now...  Deciding to put off that decision till tomorrow, Tudor glanced around at his surroundings as he exited the store. The air was a bit cool, not that he really discomforted from it. Long gone were the days he needed a coat to go anywhere, even in Duluth in the dead of winter.  Still, he wore a jacket for show, his hands lazily stuffed in his pockets, his steps careful and measured, which he focused on rather than the sound of the several hearts beating around him as they waited for a bus. Tudor moved past them, onto the next block. It had been a long time since he'd been extremely bothered by the sound of wet heartbeats too, but he still found it best to tune them out. Vampires were easily distracted, and he used that to his advantage often, and he did now as he searched for the bookstore he was pretty sure should be around the corner. He'd looked it up earlier, but when he halted at the end of the block, it was nowhere in sight, just another park and a busy street with shops ahead.  Rolling his dark eyes, Tudor made his way to the nearest human, a girl with long tresses of wavy brown hair, currently occupied by her phone. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I swear to god there was a bookstore around here. Can you point me?" ...Or something? He wouldn't mind chatting with a pretty stranger either way.

teasong. / Emily Ayiana Locklear

[Emily Ayiana Locklear]

E mily had let her mind wander back to La Push. She wasn’t exactly enjoying life there but she had met a couple of friends that had slowly started to change her mind. She sighed, they just weren’t the same as the friends she’d had before. Sure there was less drama with these La Push kids - but they also seemed way more clique-y than anyone she’d come across in Seattle. It was like they weren’t used to new people or ‘outsiders’ or whatever it was they considered her to be. She wrapped her jacket closer to her, the bitter wind had started to pick up and the temperature was beginning to drop. She rolled her eyes, her mom would soon be on the phone to her to get home. Especially if they knew she wasn’t out with friends. Emily began calculating some sort of lie to tell so that she might avoid heading back to La Push just yet. The town was far too small with nothing to do - definitely not her style at all. She huffed as she checked her phone again, okay so according to the group chat everyone, that’s everyone, had read the message but no one was replying. Were they really going to blank her today, the one day she’d escaped and gotten herself all the way over to Seattle? What losers. It was the velvety sound of the voice that pulled Emily’s gaze away from her home. For a moment she stared, slightly awe-struck at the face of the guy stood in front of her. He reminded her of the people she’d seen around Forks - far too attractive for their own good. Her mouth hung open slightly, Emily caught herself and quickly bit down on her lip. What was it these days with these stupidly good-looking people? She definitely was starting to feel slightly inferior. Shaking her head, Emily managed to bring her brain back into functioning properly. “Not around here, the only one close is about five blocks over,” she shrugged apologetically and shuffled slightly along the bench to make space. She wasn’t sure why, but Emily felt somewhat intimidated by this guy, and although she felt her gut telling her to run…she stayed put, more curious and keen to find out more about him. “Are you…you’re not from around here huh?” she raised one eyebrow slightly, taking in his overall appearance. He didn’t look like he was from around here. “I’m Emily, by the way, or Em for short,” flicking her hair gently over her shoulder, Emily gave him a beaming smile. WORDS; 445 TAG; Tudor Everett

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Tudor Everett]

so much history in my head, the people i've left, the ones that i've kept

A wry smile began to curve his lips. He knew that look. Even after centuries of this, it was still a little disarming for humans to look at him like that, to watch their pupils dilate, hear their heart beat faster, watch their eyes blink rapidly as they took in all that he was. His appearance was one of the few problems he had with being a vampire... though admittedly, it did often make him wonder if the people he met were at all interested in who he was at first glance. Still, it wasn't nearly as much of a concern as the other thing they might feel while looking at him - fear. The smart ones felt afraid, tense, when they regarded him for the first time, and took the opportunity to book it, sensing intrinsically that he was dangerous. This girl however, seemed to push that feeling away if she felt it, and she swiftly regathered herself, quicker than other women could say they had. "Ahhh," he groaned, bracing a hand against the bench. "My directional senses aren't the greatest." Irony. He could hunt down any living person within a mile but he couldn't find a damned bookstore.  He raised his brows at her observation. "No, I'm not," he admitted. "I just moved here a few days ago actually. I'm from Virginia." One of the few things he could be honest with and besides, his slight east coast accent always showed it. "I haven't been this far on the west coast before. It's..." He looked around, surveying their surroundings. "Wet," he noted, smirking. It was true enough he'd not been on the far west coast much... well, it was more like he'd not lived this far west.  Sinking onto the bench beside her as she shuffled over a bit, he offered her a smile back, taking her in curiously. She was full of browns; slightly curled dark and caramel-toned hair, coffee eyes almost similar to his own, rich - almost copper-toned - skin. Maybe she was mixed, like he was. "Nice to meet you, Emily." He sounded waaaaay more polite than he usually was. That was always how first meetings went though, his traditional upbringing coming in first, and then slowly easing his shit personality into the conversation. "I'm technically called Theodore. But both my brother and I agreed from a young age it's a stupid name. So we came up with a worse one instead - everyone calls me Tudor." His story was only slightly altered, mostly true.. he always had to pick and choose what he wanted to reveal of his long, long history. "You a native Seattlean then? Seattlean... is that a word? Too late, it is now."

teasong. / Emily Ayiana Locklear

[Emily Ayiana Locklear]

E mily thought back throughout her whole life - in Seattle there had never been that many beautiful people - everyone she knew was kind of ordinary…you know, average looking. Since moving to La Push she’d noticed so many people that just stood out against the grey, dreary background. They were all the same too, pale white skin, piercing eyes, chiselled faces. It didn’t really make sense, they all kind of looked the same but they weren’t. Of course, most people looked pale in comparison to Emily - her Native American roots gave her skin more of a glow. She smiled apologetically, he seemed a bit thrown off by the fact he’d not managed to be in the right place. “Seattle is a big place, it’s easy to get lost,” she pointed out. A lifetime growing up here and she still got lost herself. Emily wasn’t the best with directions though, she relied heavily on her cell phone to get her from A to B. She felt herself settling down, sure he was intimidating as hell, but anyone that beautiful would be. Emily shoved her cell back into her bag, it wasn’t likely that anyone was going to be in touch anytime soon…well, none of her friends anyway. Emily nodded, Virginia…wow. “That’s…some move, what bought you to this side of the country?” It seemed strange to her that he would come all this way…but then she couldn’t understand why anyone would want to live in such a cold, grey environment. She laughed, “oh so you had noticed,” the rain was kind of part and parcel of the area…though in the summer months it did tend to rain less. As he sat down beside her, Emily felt a slight wave of cold air - he must have been wandering around for a while if he was that cold. He was super polite, more polite than anyone Emily had come across before. She felt a bit taken aback by this, guys weren’t usually so nice. He explained his name to her…Tudor. Huh, weird? “Well that's um…exotic? I think?” She laughed, no matter what she said it wasn’t going to mask her thoughts. “Seattlean works, born and bred…though recently moved” she sighed, missing the city was the worst part of the move. “I live over in La Push now, near the small town of Forks. So small, you’d probably miss it…” it was probably the smallest town she’d ever visited! Not that she travelled all that much. WORDS; 436 TAG; Tudor Everett

credit to nat of adoxography.

[Tudor Everett]

so much history in my head, the people i've left, the ones that i've kept

Tudor had to fight a smile at that comment. He couldn't come off as rude this early in the conversation. "Yeah, Seattle is definitely a big place," he agreed, chuckling a little, hoping that if she caught the sarcasm she wouldn't see it as him being mean. It was just sort of funny to him, he couldn't help it. When he'd lived in places like Chicago and New York, Seattle seemed positively quaint. It was however, unfamiliar, which meant it would just as easily be a maze as any city that was much, much bigger.  Now... to figure out how much he should lie. Most of the reason Tudor had moved across the country was because the age he'd been pretending to be was a bit older than he could pull off. Usually when he hit 30 or so, it was time to move on. Which was a crying shame, considering how long medical school took even if he were able to mercifully skip a couple of years courtesy of his pure, unadulterated talent aka, the fact he'd already attained several medical degrees in the past. He couldn't see how being honest would ever be an option in this kind of conversation though, unless he was trying to be funny. Yeah, I was trying to pass for 34 and thought I'd have better luck acting as a 17 year old. How do you think I'm doing? That'd get a good laugh. "Would you believe me if I said a change of scenery?" It was such a typical response but Tudor was feeling lazy. Gone were the days he'd spend days hashing out a history for whatever new role he'd be playing in his new town. He couldn't help but wing everything, and now he came up with something on the fly. "I haven't got any siblings and I live with my great aunt so I'm close with my cousins. They decided they wanted to go to school in Washington so we all made the move." Not too bad for improv. Not totally a lie here, they really were enrolled in Seattle University, but they'd only done so after he'd made the decision to move. "And, shhh... I like rain," he added with a teasing smile. Actually he wasn't totally fond of it, but it did make life as a vampire easier. He'd spent years creating a lotion-makeup combination that would make him inconspicuous from any other human in the sunlight, but it was still a lot of damn work. He was relieved he might be able to avoid that here.  "It is exotic. Romanian, I've heard. But I'm not Romanian," he admitted. Tudor cocked his head at her, noting her sudden unhappiness as she mentioned her own move. He could definitely relate. He couldn't count how many times he'd had to move and felt homesick for months, sometimes years, for the last place he'd been and couldn't return to. "La Push?" he echoed. "That's an Indian Reservation, right? Are you native?" he asked curiously. He didn't know much about the area yet, as he'd only been to Seattle a couple of times before his move. "Ah, I've been to Forks before. Actually, I'm pretty sure I did miss the turn when I visited." He grinned. Something did pique his curiosity though. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings again. It was a pretty enough place, and quiet. For all he knew, this might've been just the place Emily wanted to be. But he suspected otherwise. "Not that the view from this bench isn't glorious... but if you're visiting for the day, how come you're not hitting up your old haunts?" If he were to visit his hometown in Virginia right now, the place he'd grown up in, he'd go straight to his favorite places.

teasong. / Emily Ayiana Locklear

[Emily Ayiana Locklear]

E mily noticed a hint of sarcasm in his voice, she narrowed her eyes at him, but smiled. “Well I suppose if you’re not used to big cities…it is kinda big,” she smirked. She wasn’t used to to someone coming at her with sarcasm so early on. Usually she was the one to break the ice with that. Emily figured she would let it slide anyway, after all he was kind of cute. “I’ve not managed to reach the bigger cities, parental limits stop me from venturing out further.” She rolled her eyes, how nice would it be not to have parents controlling your life. Studying him, Emily tried to figure out what this guy was about. He looked a lot older than her, but most people did. Emily had one of those baby-faces. But she was not to be underestimated, Emily was one of those people who matured quicker than the other girls in her class. Whilst they were all stuck on what the best product to contour with was, or who the hottest movie star was, Emily was more interested in getting out and figuring her life out. Sure she hated school, that didn’t make her a total dropout though. She had plans, ideas. “And you chose to come here…for a change of scenery?” Honestly, there were better places Emily could think of to go over Seattle and the neighbouring areas. There was nothing to do here, it was a dead end where dreams came to die. She listened to his story, nodding…that made sense. “So, where are your parents? If you don’t mind me asking?” It seemed odd, sure moving to live with your aunt made sense but only if there was something up at home. Emily was nosey, but if he told her to butt out she would. Mirroring his smile, Emily couldn’t get over how unbelievably hot this guy was. If her friends were to appear now, they would have a tonne of questions. “The rain is only good if you’re inside with a hot chocolate keeping dry and warm.” She wasn’t a fan of getting completely soaked unless it meant a day off school with a cold. Her mom, of course, would accuse her of doing it on purpose. “Romanian, huh…” That was kind of cool…Emily only had her native roots to really go to - and they weren’t exactly anything special. “I am, only part though - my dad was born in La Push, my mom is from Seattle….” She shrugged, it wasn't really anything different. “Missing the turn is definitely easy to do. At least there is more to do there than on the res.” He was surprisingly easy to talk to - not really having to impress or be someone she wasn’t, it was refreshing. Taking a chance to check her cell whilst he was distracted, Emily sighed. Her friends still hadn’t responded. Well this was a bust, it was like they’d forgotten she existed. His voice drew her attention back, “oh, yeah…my friends totally blew me out. If I can even call them that.” She smiled to hide her disappointment. “They’ve been distant since I moved, you know…I’m kinda over it.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket, if they wanted to see her they’d have to make the effort now. WORDS; 577 TAG; Tudor Everett

credit to nat of adoxography.