#strengthfought

            “You have really been in town this long and NOT A SINGLE DEMON has tried to steal your baby?   Is there something you’re not telling me... ‘cause most of my friends are human and I would like to keep it that way.”

even when she pulled back from the hug, a hand remained on lou’s arm, grounding herself.  “we’re finding a way to get out of here.”  no doubt about it.  now that she was able to get through the radiation shield, that would be easier – somehow, she hoped.  raven or emori would be able to figure out the rest.  “do you know where they’re keeping the others?”

He counts the tapping of his finger against the smooth leather of his camera bag, slung low on his shoulder as he stands near the exit.  So close to not having a single person talk to him.     It’s not a good time, he can feel himself getting worked up.    That or he’s had too much caffeine and the AIR IS BUSTED in this part of the school.     Most likely a combination of EVERYTHING.       She’s said words and they didn’t make it past the haze around him.      “Mhm.”  He starts to speak.   “Yeah...”  He rocks back on his heals, three times.    Breathes. Shit.     “I didn’t get any of that.” Tyler admits to her.            // @strengthfought 

“Wake up, Lou.” He touched her cold cheek, watching as her eyes fluttered open. With a small smile, he took in her face, after missing it for so long, “Time to wake up.”

When the girl he had seen a few times came to him and kissed him he was taken aback. Barely able to register what exactly was happening before he saw the guy. Probably a creep if he ever saw one. He smiled at her before a hand moved to her hip and he didn’t pay the guy any mind. “Good, you’re late.” He commented with is voice on the edge of a tease as he fell right into the role she presented him with. He could feel the lingering eyes of the man before he didn’t dare actually come to up to them. At least he had some sense. “You alright?” 

emori huffs to herself, flagging down the other woman before she has a chance to do something else.   “ hey. “   she says pointedly.    “ we need to talk. “   she tells her. a conversation like that never starts well, but the girl needs some sleep, and that’s not easy with a baby around. 

“Getting wasted with Murphy and Miller.” Bellamy stumbled into the living room, the low light emanating from the lamp forcing him to squint his eyes to focus on the other. “Miller said it would be one drink and then Murphy showed up and then it turned into five rounds of shots and about 6 beers.” He chuckled putting one hand on her waist, “Don’t be mad. Please?”

She could feel the hot blood trickling down her forehead as she leaned against the other. The room was fuzzy and her head was swimming, “I think you may be right...” Lifting her hand to her forehead, she pulled a bloodstained hand away, her eyes struggling to focus. “I- What ha- I don’t even remember...”