what was she doing round somewhere she rarely visited or knew about? truth is she didn’t know, somehow she just ended up in a different and unfamiliar part of town but it did come with an interesting idea in her head for something she was writing about. as she stopped to take in everything she was seeing so she could describe it perfectly a voice rang through her ears snapping her out of her own little world. “lost, that’s what i’m doing round her. but also getting a lot of inspiration for something so that’s keeping me around here.”

   It seemed plausible but he was still suspicious none the less. Now even more that she told him it’s giving her INSPIRATION. “What’s it givin’ you inspiration for, huh? You workin’ for the sheriff or somethin’? The only thing this place ever gives anyone inspiration for somethin’ is when someone’s ridin’ off in the back of a paddy wagon.” Sebastian pointed out with an eye roll.

It was one HELL of a situation: Kat was late ( which never happened to her before ) and now it seemed like she got lost as well. That itself was nothing that a little ORBING could not fix, but where was she supposed to orb? This was the address that her friend had given her. ❝I, uh…❞ She trailed off in discomfort when the male talked to her, but she tried to stay somewhat confident. ❝I’m looking for a restaurant. I was supposed to meet a friend, but it seems like she sent me the wrong address and now I don’t really know where I am.❞

   He’s rough around the edges and he knows it; but he doesn’t make any attempt not to be or to change that about himself. In a neighborhood like his you had to be. It also didn’t help that he adapted to it fairly quickly. She sounded NERVOUS to be there now. Wonder why? He bit the inside of his cheek with a small snicker not aimed at her. “There hasn’t been one out this way in a few years. Not a decent one anyways.” Sebastian told her, his weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Main Street’s a few blocks over, lucky for you.”

“HONESTLY? It’s like a long huge ass uber big super explanation and I’d rather not get into it but if you M U S T know I was erm, at this bar and it was a REALLY good bar ya know. They had KARAOKE. K a r o k e. and yah know thats just like–the BEST thing in the w o r l d. Do you know what that translates to? From Japanese? Or Chinese? Or whatever the thingy is… it’s HAUNTINGLY beautiful… I just don’t remember what it IS. Anyway so I sang and I drank and then I was going home and I got LOST and then…. I am currently lost.” 

   It wasn’t what he was looking for but it sure explained why she was there in ten minutes or less. He was loud, crude and a pain in the ass -- but he wasn’t one to let a woman ( &&. A DRUNK ONE AT THAT, ) wander into a bad part of town if he could help it. “Did you lose your phone in the process? Google Maps is a handy thing.” Sebastian pointed out while running a rough callused hand along a cheek of his. “Or hell, I can help you find a better street.” 

She had been wandering around town out of boredom, she had no idea what else to do. Serena didn’t realize that she had wandered a bit too far, this definitely wasn’t the Mystic Falls she knew. “Um..” she bit her nail. “I just kinda ended up here on accident?”

   He waited for whatever excuse it was she had before giving a shrug. “Don’t sound too sure about that, lady.” Sebastian almost saw the question mark in the air. A sort of familiarity filled him but he marked it down as too many shots of Tequila. “Main Street’s three blocks that way.” A finger pointed in the direction absentmindedly before turning to continue digging in the dumpster for something.

“A friend of mine asked me to pick him up, he can’t exactly do that right now,” he called him drunk, at least he didn’t do like sometimes other people did, drove anyway even when they were not sober, but he wasn’t one of them. “So I came in here to pick him up,” he didn’t mind doing favors for people, especially when the person was one of his friends.

   “Oh!” Sebastian exclaimed as if he knew EXACTLY what the other was talking about. “You mean Cody, no -- Brady, NO! Well shit I don’t care what his name is but your friend might be the one getting his ass kicked in the bar.”

the look davina gave him was almost confused, brow still furrowed as the music continued to play loudly as the earphones hung around her neck. it was a simple afterthought but it seemed like she could’ve lowered the volume and still heard it all just fine. “just walking…” she trailed off, “i don’t see how that’s any of your business ? ”

   “Fine.” he states simply, giving her a dismissive wave. “See what I care.” Sebastian turns toward the sound -- only growing as it approached them. The man stepped into the door frame and yanked out the figure in there. Head butting him without much of a warning, the man fell backwards against the pavement and fell down. Sebastian whistled as he crouched down and gripped the man’s jacket, bringing him eye level once more. “Where’s it at, Charlie?” Now totally oblivious to the presence a few feet away, Sebastian focused his attention on the man at his mercy. 

Freya held her daughter, tightly, in her arms. Fear that if she lost her grip something terrible would happen. She hadn’t meant to get lost, all she had wanted to do was take a brief stroll. Perhaps sway Luna to sleep. But then suddenly she held no recolonization for the area surrounding her and all she knew for sure was that wherever she had wondered to it was NO place for a child. At the unfamiliar voice she turned her head. “I… I’m afraid I’m a bit lost.” 

   Sebastian watched the other for a brief moment even if it seemed like forever to the other. A wave of familiarity washed over him when he eyed the little tyke and Sebastian sucked in a harsh breath before the feeling made him pass out. How fucking weird, he thought. “Distracted by her, I bet.” His voice had changed. It was somewhat softer but not by much. If he had one rule it was that he wouldn’t hurt a woman -- (( unless she hurt him first )) and definitely wouldn’t hurt a child, EVER. “Don’t take it personal but this definitely isn’t a place you wanna be lady.”

Chris knocked on the door of the current tenant in hopes of trying to find his next charge. The Elders weren’t so forthcoming with the information on who it might be, just that they live on this specific floor. He might have casted a spell to make sure he was the only one they considered for the vacant apartment on the forth floor, so that his integration into whomever the charge may be might be a bigger success. He caught wind that one of the neighbors needed to do laundry, so Chris thought it would be easier to introduce himself when he’s down at the facilities. With a basket full of dirty clothes he manages to knock on the door with his free hand in hopes of someone that might help him out. Eventually the door swings open and he is greeted by the person kind enough to open it for him.

“—Hey, there! Sorry, I just moved into the building and I don’t think my key fob is in the system just yet.”

   It’s a shitty little apartment complex inside but it looks kind of decent outside. Just how Sebastian likes it. If it looked completely shitty outside there’d be some clue to the trouble inside. Normally it’s quiet unless someone’s fighting so luckily for him he could sleep off the massive hangover currently plaguing --... No, no there’s someone knocking on the door! Son of a bit... His feet thumped against the floor as if he had some weight to him, grumbling the entire time it took him to get to the door and fling it open. It wasn’t kindness, it was to get the guy to stop. “Yeah, so?” Sebastian grumbles out, a hand  wiping at his eyes for a moment so he can manage to get a better look at the guy. “Just pick the locks like the rest of us, bud.”

​      damon often gave his opinion to those, whether, they cared to hear it or not. ❝ i wouldn’t eat that if i were you;; trust me. ❞

   “Here’s the thing, Mate,” They weren’t mates, however, and the way Sebastian said it seemed like a stab at best, “I don’t particularly care.” Sebastian as one would say “had a death wish” of a certain kind. He had no particular care in what went in his body or if it would make him drop dead. “And I don’t trust you. Two for two, bottoms up.”

music played loudly through the headphones as she made her way down the street. it was late, she should’ve been back home in her apartment after having fed her neighbour’s cat while they were away on holiday. davina had turned left instead of right and wandered outside, strolling the streets with her sleeves pulled down over her hands to keep her fingers war. her brows furrowed in confusion when she saw the man’s lips moving, ripping out the earphones as she stopped, “sorry, i didn’t catch that ? ”

   Kids and their music these days, he thought before repeating this time much more slowly, “Whatcha. Doin’. ‘Round. Here?” Sebastian blinked once, twice and another before a sort of rattling caught his attention. “You might wanna get. This here is a bad place to be at night.” He’s not concerned for her, no, this was something different. He’s attempting to get her to go, so he can hide something. 

WE ALL NEED A PLACE TO HIDE,

Sebastian is DEEPLY asleep in this dream state. 

In other words, Sebastian is a human named Sebastian Dubois.

He never married his wife, Hayley’s mother and Hope’s grandmother, therefore he never had a child or grandchild. He never met his wife or her family.

Sebastian has always been a wild child of the sorts. Drugs, partying, drinking, fighting -- anything you can think of, he’s done it. If he’s not in the hospital with some sort of injury or fighting someone for something, he’s got a beer in his hand waiting to do it all again.

He’s a mechanic when he’s not hungover or hung up.