it's a quarter past midnight

it had been a while since he had ever thought about prison worlds, even before his death he would actively try and AVOID thinking of anything relating to the Parkers; Liv was an exception but she always had been. “there are a few things we’d need…” he still wasn’t sure if he could trust her, especially Bennett blood being one of the required items, he wanted to keep Bonnie safe from any potential harm. “knowing our luck, some of the stuff is probably already taken by Kai, the prisoner.” the crazy one. 

                       “I was the last of my family but, I’ve seen a few other packs,” a lot of them were gone now, the more he thought about it; maybe she wasn’t that far off in thinking they had all died out. 

“Ah, of course.” She scoffed. She could feel his uneasiness around her. She couldn’t blame him. They were species that hated each other. “Kai?” She asked, her eye brows raising up in confusion. “So the things that we need are probably with some psychopath who is locked here?” She asked, trying to understand everything.

“Really?” She asked, still hopeful. “I’ve sympathized with your kind for a long time. I used to be friends with one a long time ago.”

“it’s a world created by witches to hold —– people.” he held back the word monster, from what he heard monsters were a REAL THING now; not just bad people. “I have… no idea how we’ve all ended up here.” 

           her hesitant to shake his hand, brought a suspicious thought into his mind, watching her more closely now. if she was a threat, he’d rather know about her now, then have her be another to betray him. “you’re a vampire?” he asked, voicing his thoughts he didn’t care if she was, he wasn’t anyone to judge. He’d just rather know the people around him. “werewolf.” pointing to himself as if it might ease whatever she was currently feeling. 

Penelope let out a disgruntled sigh as she rolled her eyes. Witches. Sometimes - well most of the time - she couldn’t stand witches. There had only been a handful that she’s met over the centuries that she actually enjoyed. Besides them, they got on her nerves and were simply annoying. “Great...do you know a way, or how we can get out of here?” She asked seriously.

When vampire left his lips, she seized up, ready to make the painful run to the other side into shade. But when he pointed to himself and said ‘werewolf’ Penelope felt time stand still - even for a second. “You’re a...werewolf...” She whispered. “that’s impossible, I thought they had all died. I haven’t seen one of your kind in about a hundred years...”

[ sarah bolger. 514. Cis female ] was that just PENELOPE DANIELSON, I saw coming out of MYSTIC GRILL? the VAMPIRE is known to be EMPATHETIC, but she could also be SPITEFUL and can be best described by PIERCING BLUE EYES, FROZEN COFFEE IN HER HANDS, AUTUMN LEAVES . [ wynne. 26. central. she/her ]

“hi —?” at the stranger, his eyebrows furrowed and suddenly felt ON EDGE. if this was a PRISON WORLD. every stranger now was a potential danger not just for the male, but for everyone here he cared about. 

           his tense posture, only slipped away by an inch at her question. “you were sent here as well? bright white light? just poofed you away?” he was tired, stressed and wanted to get drunk, but it seemed with everything going on, now was never going to be the right time. 

“Yes...I was, you were too?” She asked, her brows frowning in suspicion. “I’m completely lost, do have any idea where we are? Why we are here?” She asked, her eyes narrowing. She went to take a step forward but stopped. 

She was so confused on what was going on, she looked around her. Everything looked the same, but she looked back at the man and she didn’t really recognize him. Could she trust him? Was he a friend or foe? Oh she didn’t know; however she had no other choice but to take a leap of faith. If it turned for the worse, well... she’ll just have to end it. She’s done it before, she isn’t afraid to do it again. 

“This can’t be happening.” Sure enough, there was Caroline’s childhood front yard with twin bicycles and toys strewn about the lawn. How was thing happening? She knelt down on the grass where two dolls lay, one blonde and one brunette - she’d bought them for Lizzie and Josie when they’d gone to New Orleans to track Klaus down all those years ago. A smile crept across her face - at least there was some good in all this frightening chaos. Memories of the girls as children played through her mind as she stood on the grass.

Caroline had never been in a prison world, but the air stood still like just before a storm in the real world. There was something unnerving about it, whether it was the magic or the knowledge that Kai could be lurking she didn’t know, but she knew standing about on her old lawn reminiscing of the girls’ childhood wasn’t practical or safe.

A noise sounding from behind her had her whipping her head around, ready to defend herself. “Who’s there!?”

“Just me...” Penny replied softly, holding her hands up. She had caught sight of the pretty blonde as she, herself, made a trip around the town trying to find answers, someone to explain. She had only lived in the small town for a short time before what ever the hell happened, well...happened. “I mean no harm.” She assured her, though if things got heated at any moment, Penelope was ready to fight. 

He didn’t care he was trapped in some weird time-travel spell, he was convinced some witch was playing a trick on him - he’d certainly pissed off more than a few powerful ones in the decades he’d lived without his humanity. 

“Okay! Fun’s over now!” He yelled up at the sky, sounding more British than ever in his anger, “Let me out of here before I start finding and killing people.” There was no way in hell he was the only person here…right?

There was a tiny little seed of doubt planted deep inside, a tiny little…niggle. As quick as it came, he shut it down. No way in hell was he about to turn it back on and let everything awful come flooding back…especially not while trapped in some witch’s idea of a punishment. 

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“Now, why on Earth, would you want to start killing people?” Penny asked, as she came up towards the man, quite intrigued that, that was his first response to being somewhere strange and unknown - at least to her. Now, she understood where he was coming from, and a couple hundred years ago she would have said the same thing - however killing just took things a tad to far in her opinion. “Surely there must be a different and less...morbid way to finding out what the hell is going on. Wont you agree?”

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this all felt so familar to him, yet WRONG in so many ways, because he knew it wasn’t possible. they had gone back in time —— or he had, so far the wolf had not seen another person. but this, it wasn’t possible, people can’t just go back in time, no matter how much he had wished he could’ve only days — WEEKS AGO. 

           “hello?” tyler called out. “now would be a great time for more people to be around.”

Penelope walked out of her building, confused and worried; anxiety filled her being for the first time in a long time. Looking around her, she was trying to find someone, anyone that would be able to give her some answers. The woman closed her eyes, and simply: listened. Listened for any other sign of life around her, even in the distance. Then she heard it; and she raced towards it. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll be able to help her - give her some answers because she didn’t want to be stuck in a place she didn’t exist, shouldn’t exist.

“I’m not exactly what you would call ‘people’ but...hello.” She smiled at the stranger. “Perhaps, you can tell me what the bloody hell happened.” She asked, her old, English accent coming out.

“This cannot be good...”