#thread: lost

Luthier glanced around, trying to figure out when this narrow alleyway lead into this crowded street. People bustled about, paying him no mind. He watched them carry out their business. It wasn’t as through he was lost per se (he had a map. In his head), but he was in unfamiliar streets with no idea how to get to his destination.

So, perhaps he was a little lost.

He glanced around again, gauging his friendly the people were. He preferred to solve his own problems, and he hated having to bother someone for something as small as directions, but he really had no other option.

The stranger had been wandering for some time now. It was unclear to Piper if they thought they knew where they were going, but it was very clear that they weren't getting there either way. The swamp was playing its usual tricks on the traveler, and they had been pulled in circles since they arrived. It didn’t matter how innocent the intention, if they were just passing through or genuinely lost, most people were subject to the powerful magic of the swamp.

Piper had remained at a distance, trying to discern their purpose for being here--if there was one. But they lacked a companion to voice their thoughts to, and she was always rusty with reading people as a consequence of living alone in the swamp for years. The swamp always knew more than she did, but she could only learn so much from magic. And so she gave up on trying to read the stranger.

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“Fucking piece of-- fuck!” Mia swore loudly and angrily tugged at the sleeve of her jacket. It had managed to get stuck in the elevator doors, because of course it did, today out of all days. Her dad was gone and her uncle was gone and now her jacket was ruined. It took all of her self control not to scream.

She was on her way to Nate’s apartment, of course. Where else would she be headed this late in the evening? Her intention wasn’t to have some kind of deep heart to heart talk with him about her issues with father figures and how two of the only people who’d ever felt like family were now gone -- no, she wanted a distraction. She wanted Nate to do what he did best and make her stop thinking.

Topher had not missed the news, or anything really about the situation. Having gotten into trouble with both Logan and Val - though trouble was a big word, those two were both adorable human beings and they knew they would never hurt the - they were even more aware of something being off. So what were they to do? Try to go back to the own little home, which didn’t have any locks or doors at all. Flee to the shelter, knowingly putting themselves in a position where they would still - perhaps - get into a difficult situation? 

Instead Topher was walking around with their backpack close to their body, firmly rubbing their hands together wondering about whether the implications of danger were big enough. It was easy being a bad-ass towards actual people who they could scare off. Werewolves were a different matter all-together. They had considered changing their own shape, but they were too fidgety to have enough concentration for the act. So what was next? Walking around on the street was not going to make them feel any better after all.

Leon maybe? Santi was an option that was off the table, so was Laurel. Teddy would not be in a good state either. Perhaps one of the Belmont siblings would take them in? They hugged their jacket closer, it was as if their panic had created a sensation in which they had completely forgotten where any of them lived. 

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Jake laughed in return. “That all sounds good, to be honest.” Josh’d said something else, but all he could focus on was friends, warm, food. Kept slipping into daydreams (was it even daytime? did it count at night? nightdreams?). Couldn’t concentrate on anything, not even his brother (but Josh was agitated, at least, Jake knew that much, or maybe he was just guessing).

His back hurt. And sitting against jagged walls didn’t help. His leg hurt, too. At least nothing was broken. Hopefully.

Nah, you’d know if something was broken. You wouldn’t be able to stop crying.

Maybe he’d just sprained his leg, then. And his posture was awful to begin with, anyway.

But still.

“Maybe we could...” Jake shifted a little where he sat, not quite daring to try and get up yet. “Maybe we could try and look for a way out.”