penelope park

❝ If all of this was because of me then yeah. I do have to do it alone because I refuse to drag anybody into this. ❞ She stated with a knowing look.

"First, we literally don't even know what is happening, and you are assuming it is your fault," she pointed out. "Stupid. Unless of course, you ripped out the Donovan's throat out yourself, or sent the threatening text to trap everyone here. Otherwise pretty sure it could be like anything else and have nothing to do with you at all. But good to know your hero god complex isn't gone, wouldn't want you to go changing," she said with a mild level of sarcasm. "Plus, you don't get to be alone after you bring people back from the dead. Family forever, right?" Even them.

"We had damn well better be able to leave." But even as Rebekah said it, she had the intuition to know better. That text she and Marcel had received was proof of that, though admittedly it was annoying to think any threat against them actually followed through in any way. Not only against her, but her children, for Penelope, especially. She hadn't tried to leave herself, but she knew her daughter, and Penelope wouldn't lie to her. They had come too far for that. "Of course we'll do something, I'm not going to be stuck here." She continued, her face scrunching for a moment before she paused. "How do you know we can't leave? What happened?"

"It's... complicated," she admitted. She knew she had tried a few times now but her mind seemed to get fuzz and cause her to go into a daze, and appear back in the town itself. "Though if you take the bridge, you end up in New Orleans. Which is clearly is not possible," she said, motioning to the road. She turned to look up at Rebekah with wide eyes. The only person that Penelope looked to for help, knowing she wouldn't fail her. "I am concerned."

❝ I don't care about people and never have I. ❞ She stated as she did care about people, just a very limited amount.

"Well that says more about you, than anyone else," Penelope said. Afterall Penelope had learnt from the best, not to care, her mother. But she liked to think she was better than the woman. Caring was like laughing in the woman's face and she liked that, but it also meant she didn't care for people that reminded her of the emotionless woman. "Guess I will leave you to it then."

❝ I mean.. those who live in Mystic Falls probably wouldn't notice being the fact that they would hardly ever leave. ❞ She stated with a shrug to her shoulders. That and right now she was honestly still just stuck at home most days with her daughter being such a new baby and mentally trying to be okay herself. ❝ Me currently right now, hell no. I'm not going to do a damn thing but you can feel free to. ❞

"You are okay with being trapped by some unknown person or people?" Guess that was denial was better than conflict. But Penelope did not like her actions being controlled.

"What?" Feyre balked, horror sinking into her gut. Truly, she had only come to Mystic Falls at her parents insistence and uprooted her life and engagement with it, but she never would have done it if it was permanent. Being stuck anywhere was as claustrophobic as it could get. "We'd bloody better do something about it!"

Penelope looked at the little Mikaelson. Adopted cousin, if there was paperwork to back up her adoption by Rebekah and Marcel. Though living in another city meant she mostly just learnt about their from family updates, more than knowing any of them personally. "Well that would be my thought but i seem to be the only one. A spell of any kind, can't be good."

It was disorienting to say the least. Visiting for brief moments had been one thing, but being back, and as himself? Weird. Landon felt overwhelmed as he found himself in the midst of a crowd leading to the town square, and the closer he got, the more he realized why. "You've gotta be kidding," Landon muttered to himself. Of course he made the deal and went home on the date of a town thing. A funeral at that, which had to be some kind of cosmic joke.

❝ That's okay, sometimes it's not for everyone. ❞ She rose her shoulders up into a slight shrug.

"Yeah, well going to school here was really all the positiveness I have to say about this town." And even that was tainted by her relationship with Josie. How her heart had broken at the idea that Josie would one day die at the ends of Lizzie and no one was stopping it. It was hard to remember it has positive with that in her head. "But Rebekah seems to love it." And compared to most of the world, she trusted Rebekah.

❝ Seems like my battle is never over. ❞ She spoke annoyed about it. She was so sick and tired of fighting and battling that she just wanted one day to be a normal person. ❝ We are sitting ducks. Next thing I know someone is going to do something and everyone will die all over again. ❞

"Okay well that was 5 to 1000 in like one second," Penelope commented, not unexpected for Hope but still. "First, no one is going to die. That can be controlled. Two, you don't have to be the one to do it."

"Battles are never over," Penelope said lightly. "You just got a bit of a break." Good for her, at least. But the rest of the world still moved on as normal. "As for the text seems like whoever sent it has got exactly what they wanted, all of us, here. Does seem like we are sitting ducks," Penelope said lightly.

❝ That's the nice thing about small towns is everyone knows everyone. Things are more intimate around here. ❞ She stated with a shrug to her shoulders.

"Hm," Penelope said with a nod. "Yes.. though not really my thing." She had come from a coven that had that kind of control over her life. She was not looking for a repeat. In fact she loved that about New York. Easy to be just one of the crowd.

"Neither, though this small trip to Mystic Falls is getting a little weird," she admitted. "I just tried to leave down and I ended up... well not on the road out of town. I can say that. I ended up in New Orleans instead. That's weird right?"

❝ Matt and I knew each other since we were kids. ❞ She stated as she swallowed the lump in her throat at the thought, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase from her kitchen. ❝ I'm sure Rebekah will find herself here at some point. ❞ Though the only reason she would be here was for Matt if he were alive she felt like.

"So I have heard," Penelope said. A jokes aside, she wasn't going to be cruel to someone that was grieving. "Seems to be that whole, small town vibe, everyone loves about this place." Even Rebekah loved it. Not that she would likely say that.

❝ I'm fine. ❞ Hope stated with a simple statement. Sure, maybe she would throw some words about with Penelope but today she just wasn't in any mood for that. ❝ Just not hungry is all. ❞