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daralisgreyson:
Anyone who ever traveled to the Massachusetts safe haven always had a story on their lips. A reason for being in the town and instantly, the Original is more than curious of the younger woman. Nevertheless, the guilty, sadder part of her that wished her home was as safe as they had thought previously. She found herself wanting to apologize for all the havoc as of late but instead, Dara found herself nodding. âWelcome to Hollow Grove,â She offered before extending a hand towards her, âIâm Daralis, by the way. Everyone calls me Dara.â The woman added. âSo what brings you to town?âÂ
âThanks...â She said as she looked down to her legs as she rubbed them with her hands, her eyebrows clinched together as she thought about the guy who had mind controlled her into getting beat up. She chastised herself for associating him with the town; everyone was so nice, and generalizing the rest of the town was not okay. She looked back up when she saw the womanâs hand being extended to her. Galina smiled and moved her right hand away from her leg and shook the womanâs hand. âItâs nice to meet you, Dara.â She smiled, testing out the name. âUh,â She started, her eyebrows furrowing again as she thought about how to answer that question. âA woman? I got into some... trouble back home and she came and helped me out and then she brought me here.â
henleyblake:
âSweetieâ You know if you ever had any questions about what we are or what our friends are, you can always come to me. Iâll always give you the truth.â She smiled, looking at the younger woman. âItâs understandable⌠Iâm glad you came to hang out here rather than the park or like⌠The woods.â Henley shivered at the thought. God, she hated the woods.
âI know, but I needed to get out of my own head, yâknow?â She said with a one armed shrug and a soft smile spreading on her lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the things sheâd found out. âI like the smell here.â She joked and let out a short breath of laughter.
joshyy-baker:
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âYou okay?â
henleyblake:
âLina-bina.â She muttered, walking towards the blonde. âAre you sure you should be out of the house just yet?â She arched a brow as she crossed her arms before noticing the book in hand. âWhat are you reading?â
âHistory of the supernatural kind. I thought itâd be,..â she lifted a hand, her eyebrows knitting together trying to find the right words to use. âI donât know, good for me to learn more about it?â Her wrist twisted a bit, then she let it fall back onto the pages of the book. âAnd Iâm okay. Iâm still a bit sore, but itâs nothing I canât handle. Besides, Iâve been avoiding the world since it happened and I just-- I donât like the feeling of staying inside the same place for too long without... doing anything.â

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âHey, Hen...â She said from her corner of The Drowsy Poet, tearing her eyes away from the pages of her book to look at her friend.
softplum:
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Sometimes it gets so crazy and confusing that you need a best friend to tell you âItâs ok. Itâs all life, at least until they come up with a better word for itâ. Unfortunately, you canât all have a Rose Hathaway. Iâm very lucky that sheâs mine.
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daralisgreyson:
With advanced hearing, the soft drawl of breath was detected quickly as the voice soon followed. With a slight wave of her hand, âYouâre not. I could do this all day but thatâs not very productive. Besides, I could use for good company.â Her eyes finally opened to study the younger blonde to find her to be a complete stranger. Automatically, Dara tried accessing species given that it was a habit in their supernatural town. Having leaned her back slightly, she noticed the girlsâ beating heart which indicated she wasnât off the vampire variety. Nor was she a werewolf given that Originals could feel the drawl to their own kind and she didnât. So that left witch or human. Nodding towards the blonde, âYou new around here? â Sorry, if thatâs intrusive. Itâs just Iâve called this place home long enough to recognize new blood.âÂ
She nodded, her mouth parted as she looked out over the rest of the square before she turned her head back towards the older blonde and moved toward her. Her steps were light, a result of years of training to be quiet on her feet, though it didnât much help in regards to clumsiness -- tripping over her feet while walking was a habit. She stopped in front of the woman, giving her a soft smile before she sat down, her feet under each of her thighs while her hands were laid out beside her on the ground. âItâs okay,â she shrugged. âI only got here a couple weeks ago, actually.â

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ryan-carroll:
He wasnât due for his shift at Hair of the Dog until later in the day, which meant Ryan had taken the opportunity to drag his ass out of bed at a crisp hour and head outside for a run. The curt Massachusetts weather was nice, he wasnât meeting in the sun and the small breeze was enough to keep him cool. The run had been far longer than heâd planned â mind wandering to other things as his feet carried him forward â and before long heâd found himself on the complete other side of town, chest heaving slightly and breath leaving a small trail in the cool air. His sleeveless t-shirt was damp against his skin, the brim of his hat cold with latent sweat. All signs of a fairly good workout.
Taking the opportunity, Ryan headed in the direction of Henley â it couldnât hurt to offer his friend a free breakfast on him. If he had the opportunity to eat meals with people he took that chance, though distantly his mind told him heâd prefer the presence of one person over anyone else, but that wasnât a possibility. âOh,â he managed, blinking in surprise when an unfamiliar face answered the door to Henleyâs place. âSorry. I was just wondering if Henley was around.â Another pause and his eyes traveled over the other, focusing on the dark purple skin of the aching bruises. âShit,â he breathed before he could stop himself. âAre you okay?â A pause when he realized heâd actually asked the question out loud that had, probably, been none of his business. âSorry,â he waved a hand apologetically, âSorry I just⌠ow. That looks like it hurts. Or hurt, at least.â
âI think she went out. Did you want me to tell her you stopped by?â She said, a hand against the frame of the door while the other held the knob, ready to close the door at any time. Inadvertently, the Linaâs eyes had traveled from looking over the manâs shoulder as she waited for him to leave, to the damp shirt that stuck to the manâs chest. As he spoke again, Galina quickly turned her eyes away and up to his face, surprised by the change of topic. She opened her mouth a little to respond, then touched her face to the bruises that were on there, shit, she cursed at herself, having forgotten that she hadnât yet applied the makeup to hide them yet. âYeah it did, but Iâm fine.â She said defensively, looking at the bottom of the frame. Yes, it did hurt, she answered in her head, and itâs crazy how it makes me feel too.
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daralisgreyson:
Shit had hit the fan. Their world was spinning and she didnât know which direction to go to first. But if it was anything she did know it was that being at home didnât feel right as the heavy air of sadness lingered with Maxâs disappearance so she found herself indulging in the fresh air Town Square had to offer. During her walk, the Original felt anger rising in her chest but instead of acting on it, she settled in the grass. Legs criss-crossed as her eyes hid behind their lids as she started to meditate. In and out went her breaths and after minutes of simmering down, she can feel someoneâs eyes on her. âYou can come join me, if you want.âÂ
Galina had started to feel some sense of tightness that surrounded her that morning after sheâd decided she wanted to remain confined again until the bruises disappeared, her energy overflowing from two weeks of near inactivity. Sheâd covered up her bruises as best she could, though she knew it was likely the makeup wouldnât last long even before sheâd put on a pair of running shoes and went outside for a jog. Her anger had flared up and again since the Halloween party, and she could feel it as she balled her hands into fists and started to run quicker until she reached a point where she was out of breath. She slowed down near a bench and placed her hands on top of her knees and breathed evenly, looking at her feet for a couple of moments before she straightened up again and stood near the bench, taking in deep breaths as her eyes wandered through the Square and landed on a blonde sitting on the grass. She watched as the woman breathed in and out, eyes closed, until she spoke up to her and startled the blonde. âUh,â she shook her head. âI didnât--I donât want to intrude...â
       GALINA ANGELOVA
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â Â a pavement of the past
While some are born with silver spoons, others are born with sugar spoons; dissolving as soon as the tongue came into contact with it, tasting sweet but turning into nothing in only a few seconds. Galina Angelova was born in Sofia, Bulgaria to two doting parents who looked at their daughter with brilliant light inside their eyes as she played with her toys, oblivious to the beautiful wonder her parents thought her to be. When sheâd turned four her mother had decided that she was to begin dance lessons just as she had when sheâd turned her age. Galina didnât truly understand the art when she first begun to take the lessons, but as she grew it slowly began to become a part of her and how she expressed anything that were beyond words.
However, at the age of eight her mother left her and her father without a trace. Her father, saddened and betrayed, said she had left him for her secretary. The very fact that the person she had run off with was a woman angered her father further than it would have had it been a man, and he decided that the simple memory of her mother might make Galina look to women the same way she had. With two tickets to the United States, the remaining Angelovs packed up their bags and moved to New York. There, her father made sure to keep her from all the things her mother had enjoyed: except dancing. Though he was hurt by her mother and wanted to make sure Galina would not do to him as the older woman had, he still loved to watch his daughter dance, knowing how much she truly enjoyed it. She auditioned and was accepted into the School of American Ballet for the Summer courses, and at the end of the term, was invited back to study full time for the winter semester, and so it went for the rest of her time in New York. Her life revolved around ballet, school (for which she was in a special program that allowed her to take ballet classes as well as normal high school classes), and the friends she made while at school.
Galina had moved passed what her mother had done to her father quite quickly as she got used to this new life she was leading, though even after seven years since the events that had gone in Bulgaria, her father was still far from over it. When she was ten Galina found out that her father had started drinking after a night where he had come home quite noisily. The young girl watched in the opening between the door and the frame as he pulled a bottle out of a cabinet in the kitchen, and started to drink straight from the bottle itself. She hadnât thought much of it at the time as it was adult stuff to her, and not meant for her to understand yet. But at age fifteen, she wished she would have done more to understand what it had meant and what it would do to her father. Because at age fifteen, Galina had come in late after a study session with her friends. And at age fifteen, her father had been so drunk he could barely stand, but as she closed the door behind her he came out of the kitchen and began to yell at her. How late she had been, how worried he was, and began to say that she would never come back; that he knew that she would leave like she had. Pressed against the wall beside the door, Galina shook her head and denied the accusations, but this only aggravated the situation. Her father grabbed her and threw her to the ground, beating her and yelling at her for the grievances her mother had caused him and that he believed she would cause him. The fight left her long before he stopped punching her, consciousness seeping in every once in awhile until she could no longer remain awake.
When she woke up in the hospital after a day of remaining unconscious, sheâd been told that a neighbor had come into the hallway of their apartment building and had heard what had happened. Her father was being held into custody, and was told of the options she could take in legal actions. Emancipation. She decided she wanted emancipation from her father. Three weeks in the hospital and two years fighting in court, but finally she had won the battle with her father. Life became a bit more difficult: she got a part-time job on top of going to school and doing ballet, had to find herself an apartment cheap enough that was livable but that also allowed her to pay tuition, but it was far away from her father; a man who had almost killed his own daughter for the mistakes of another. Throughout the process he begged her to drop it, to come back to him and to be a family again; he told her he was sorry for what he had done, but every time she refused, his anger returned and she was right back against the wall beside the door of their apartment, and she simply couldnât do that. Life was tough, but if she could avoid getting killed by her dad then she was going to handle it.
After she graduated from high school the New York City Ballet offered her a position in the Corps de Ballet, which she took without hesitation. Out of school and now employed by the company sheâd always dreamed of, Galinaâs life took a turn for the better. Dancing her little heart away, Galina became a favorite to a lot of people working at the company, and became a soloist a year afterwards. Galina, who became known as Ali or Alina by her peers and her teachers, did nothing but eat, sleep, and breathe ballet, and her fans, those of whom followed her on social media as she was considered to be quite the comedic person due to the content she put up, saw her dedication in her work and commended her for it.
However, on one afternoon on her way home from practice, a building began to crumble âit would be deemed to be caused by the cheap material which had deteriorated from belowâ and a large piece of rubble hurtled toward the young ballerina. Her first reaction was to crouch and lift her arms up even though she knew it would do nothing, there was no way for her to escape the rubble. Except she did. When the pain didnât come, Alina looked up from beneath her arms and saw the rubble floating in mid air. Slowly, she moved backwards in her crouch, keeping a steady eye on the piece of cement above her until she made it out from beneath its shadow, and then looked to the street and saw that the entire street had stopped. Wide eyed and confused, Alina, after a moment, ran to every person on the sidewalk around her and moved  them away from the falling building. She barely got to the last person before everything started moving again and chaos erupted. Alina made the decision to run back to her apartment, but by the time sheâd gotten there â as it was quite a few blocks away â video footage of the event had already surfaced, with her as the star, and to make it worst, when her father recognized her in the footage, the chaos that had come from it became even worst until a woman with beautiful brown locks and an authoritative posture who called herself Maggie came to her door and promised to whisk the problem away for her, so long as she came back to a town named Hollow Grove with her where she could come into her abilities without shame or fear of being persecuted.
â Â the nature of the beast
Unlike her father, Ali has always been focused on the future rather than the past; except in her studies. Her entire life was always focused on the next moment rather than the last, but during her high school career she found great interest in learning about history. Passionate, is what Ali has always been. History became a passion of hers and graduated top of her class despite her time being allocated to a multitude of other things such as ballet. Now, with her new abilities, Ali is excited to learn more about what she can do, and to come to understand where it comes from.
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henleyblake:
Henley noticed the movement in her hand and instantly, she reached forward and took the petit fingers in her own. She gave a brief smile, a smile that didnât quite reach her eyes as she was fighting off tears that threatened to spill. âHey, nugget, Iâm always going to be here for you, you know that right?â The older witch ran her thumb back in forth in a soothing motion. She wasnât sure if it was for Lina or for herself, but she continued on with it anyway.
âDonât scare me like this ever again, okay?â She said quietly, her brown eyes finding those bright blue hues. âIâm not sure I would be able to stay sane if you werenât here. I think I would probably go extremely insane. I might even burn all my books and we both know how tragic that would be.â Henley was now just bubbling, maybe in hopes of brightening the mood or in hopes or just seeing the younger girl smile again. Henley hated this. She really, really did. She swore to herself she would figure out how this all happenedâ- but, sheâd give it some time. Enough so that Lina could heal.
Galina nodded and smiled up at Henley, her eyes small and scratchy as she looked at the womanâs face. âI know.â She squeezed the brunetteâs fingers and looked down as she ran her thumb back and forth over her hand and feeling herself relaxed by the motion.
âI didnât mean to...â She said, her eyes shifting back up to Henleyâs face. âBut I wonât.â She said as a promise, though she feared she wouldnât be able to keep it, which flared her anger at the very thought of such a thing. She didnât even know if she could keep a promise she wanted to make to the woman because of some asshole who thought he could just play with people like toys. At the mention of Henley burning her books, Galinaâs eyes widened at the very thought. âWell unfortunately for your book burning plans, I donât plan on going anywhere without you.âÂ
@ryan-carroll
If there was one thing that Ali liked about this new life she was leading, Galina thought, eating her cereal as she dragged her feet across the floor of the kitchen until she reached the table, where which she dropped the bowl with a small thump before she let herself fall into the chair, other than Henley, of course, was that she got to stay in bed when she felt like crap. Although she missed going to practice at impossible hours in the morning and putting her hair up into a tight little bun on top of her head before putting on her leg warmers and looking half-nice and half-ridiculous with the bright colours that belonged in the 80s that she would wear to get to practice, her current situation just made her feel like crap and she was A-okay with sleeping in and not talking to anyone but the inhabitants of Henleyâs home.
Until she heard a knock at the door. Galina sighed before she lifted her spoon up to her mouth and took another bite of her cereal, which were, thankfully, still crunchy as she chewed on them. She looked down at her bowl, hoping the person at the door would go away, and took another spoonful until the knock came again. She let her spoon fall onto the edge of her bowl and pushed herself off the chair, the sound of dragging feet following her to the door as she finished chewing on her bite and opened the door. âYes?â She asked, not thinking about the faint bruises that still contrasted against non-bruised, pale skin.