Before The Dawn

[Ian Parker]

IT WAS THE TURNING POINT

the songmaker says it ain't so bad
THE DREAM MAKER'S GONNA MAKE YOU MAD, THE SPACEMAN SAYS EVERYBODY LOOK DOWN

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If someone was able to find some sort of complicated equation to tell how much stress people were going to take before breaking he was sure that it would be something that would prevent a lot of people in straitjackets. He knew that he was breaking down long before it happened. The pressure from his work was weighing on his shoulders like a thousand pound weight and then you added his personal life, it was even worse.
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As soon as he seemed to get a reprieve that things were thrown back in his face and he could not go on the way he had been. The spiral out of control had long since broken him. He had always been the proud and fierce heir to his father's business. He pushed people away, that was always going to be in his nature, and look where that had gotten him? Standing in the wreckage of his office, shaking and being so terrified of what he was capable of that his mother had whisked her only son away.
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He was torn between what he should be feeling and what he was feeling. It wasn't like he could go to a therapist and spill his guts. He would be locked away in maximum security with the key thrown away. Up until this year though he had always been able to handle the pressure, he thrived off it. He wanted to prove himself and he wanted more than anything to stand in the spot that was rightfully his. He shrugged on a wind breaker over his broad shoulders and zipped it up, knowing he was likely to be braving the aftermath of the stormy weather spring tended to bring about. ---------------

The storm before he had left was a night where things really changed for him. It had been one of the points that led to the destructive cycle he had been caught up in, the fact that he trashed his office. Sometimes it was better not to ask questions or ‘what if’. What if he was a better guy and what if he did not resort to pushing people out of his life and what if he was different personality wise? Well, he wasn’t and this was what you got. He wasn't going to change any time soon.
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Hands were shoved into his pockets as he descended the stairs with quiet steps. He had been living on his own since his eighteenth birthday and that was more than a decade ago. The car was sitting in the driveway. He was comforted by the sound as it rumbled to life when the key was turned in the ignition. The park was a common destination for him, the scenery was an escape. Even so, he did not drive the entire way, parking the car a few blocks away and settling into an easy pace with large strides along the sidewalk. He paused at one of the benches when he arrived and sank down to lean against it and run a hand through his dark hair. The lights of the town twinkled in the distance but he did not notice, there wasn't much to notice at this hour.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
WORD COUNT: 535
OUTFIT:here
TAG: Open
NOTES: Tada! [/color][/font]
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IT WAS ONE LONELY NIGHT

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[petrova]

Many others wanted to know why was she here, was there a true reason or did she just come to play the minds of the ones who has crossed her path back decades ago? There might of been a solid reason, but Katherine was not in the sharing mood of her plans, she was too mysterious and very well hidden in her true reasoning's of her actions. It didn't matter much to her on why she was here anyway, she didn't allow her weaknesses of humanity gross her prospects. Katherine was not amazed on how stoned Stefan looked when he saw her for the very first time, he thought she was his precious human Elena.

Not a surprise, they shared the same face but both shared the same heart for Stefan, she and Elena did. No matter if she felt like Stefan could not love Elena just as much as he once loved Katherine, there was no possibility, but they both did love the same man. There was also Damon who was in the road to this journey, he was somebody any girl would love to have love them back, except Katherine's acts was different, she did love Damon, she loved him very much..she didn't love him as much as she loved Stefan, or did she? perhaps she did love Stefan but maybe it was actually she loved Damon more yet tried to dissolve him in the terrible tragedies of loving a Petrova.

She might be doing that, protecting Damon from who she is, what baggage she comes with..at times she has no idea who or what she loves. Except one man if he ever came in the same city or town a she did, she would definitely drop Stefan and Damon both from her heart, except that would not happen. It was impossible since Klaus trapped him in a coffin or buried him somewhere, from what she heard. He was long gone, probably for the best of him to not be in Katherine's storm. Besides he was helping his brother, he was helping Klaus get her, except Trevor actually did love her. He was wanting to protect her, keep her safe..by involving himself and Rose. Katherine figured that would not go far, they could not protect her, so she had to do what she had to do.

A long walk in the park was not something she hated to do, she actually loved it..the freestyle of the areas was, lots of blood to possibly take whenever and however she wanted, she walked along the grass with her eyes set on the sky. Letting her walk go from one side to the next, she really enjoyed the park when the lights from the streets beamed to the darkness. The darkness reminded a lot of her, how she could go from darkness to light oh so very quickly, she slowly got her eyes caught on a figure sitting at the bench, at this time of the night. He either really didn't know what bumped in the night around here or really didn't care much less, perhaps he didn't know anything about how Mystic Falls really grew during the twilight hours. Katherine could see his eyes from her very distance, she was a big sucker for the ones who had blue eyes, she suddenly moved quickly out of the focus where he could see her and just appeared sitting next to him.

Katherine thought of putting up the victim party, playing the tears to be running from her eyes, she sniffled and rubbed her fake tears from her face, she was a very good actress, she had a lot of roles she could play. The sad and pathetic role she could play easily, she loved to give humans a run for their money than just always taking their lives, besides she was too caught up in how handsome he looked. Her legs crossed and she ran her fingers through her hair, looking distraught. "I'm sorry..I bet you didn't expect to be sitting here and some loser comes around crying her eyes out." Katherine apologized, she didn't mean it, he didn't have to know that.

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[Ian Parker]

IT WAS THE TURNING POINT

the songmaker says it ain't so bad
THE DREAM MAKER'S GONNA MAKE YOU MAD, THE SPACEMAN SAYS EVERYBODY LOOK DOWN

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There was a clarity to the moonlight in such places, dappled and scattered through the verdant boughs of the trees, that reminded him of something warm and simple, some edge of perfection that he hadn't encountered in a long time. He liked the gentleness of the breeze and the rough wood of the bench that pressed its grain into his fingertips, marking him for a brief moment with the impression of this place, the reality of his presence here. Parks felt somehow more timeless to Ian than so many places of human invention, and he liked that as well—he felt less out of place here than in the high buildings of stone and steel, the little bones of civilizations, so few of which would even last a lifetime.
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It was early September, before the leaves had begun to change. The moonlight was a few hours old, warm with just the undercurrent of an autumn chill, just enough to remind that this day was precious, that the daylight was coming. He lazily watched the stars drift through the clear black background of the sky aimlessly. The light brought a small smile to his face. The pearly spread of teeth peeked through the slightly parted lips as the corners turned further upward. The sound of someone crying startled him out of his thoughts and he turned 'round quickly to see the source of it.
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He was surprised to see that the figure looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her at. He'd lived here for most of his life so perhaps he'd seen her at some town event. His thoughts were racing and he felt helpless and compelled to help. He wanted to help but he just didn’t know how. Uh-oh. You’re crying. What should I do? Hug you? Give you space? Offer to talk? Give you some alone time? Oh please stop. Hmm…maybe chocolate would work? ---------------

He couldn't bear to see a woman cry. It was something that was completely out of his control and made him slightly uncomfortable. He did the most chivalrous thing he could think of, he offered her a clean hankerchief and patted her back somewhat awkwardly. "Shhh, It's okay." His protective instinct had kicked in and his words had to be chosen very carefully to help her feel better or he might make things worse. "No, no, it's perfectly alright. Can I help you in some way?"
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
WORD COUNT: 418
OUTFIT:here
TAG: Katherine
NOTES: Tada! [/color][/font]
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IT WAS ONE LONELY NIGHT

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