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“Bet you can’t take me on.” Marcel said tauntingly, but with all intentions of a joke. 

Who: anyone/open starter Where: Salvatore School Lawn

"Oh come on," Ramón teased. "You can do better than that. Anyone else?" He looked around the field where he had been working on teaching the newbie vamps how to control their newfound powers along with teaching them defensive techniques. He wasn't a teacher by any means but Marcel had asked for his assistance and so of course he was there to lend his expertise.

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Marcel had been following a lead of a possible rouge vampire stalking the woods, but he hadn’t found anything. He was looking down at his phone, sending a quick text, that he almost didn’t notice the familiar face that walked past. He shoved his phone in his pocket, the message long forgotten. He caught up to the woman, gently grabbing her arm. “Cami?”

It was the smell that drew her in. At first, Cami didn't even realize what she was doing. She was just walking, destination unknown. She figured that she needed to find someone to help her get answers --- her intentions were good. But now that she was standing there, watching the group of teens laughing around the fire, she realized she had been fooling herself.

She was hungry.

She could feel the telltale signs (the swelling of the veins under her eyes, teeth emerging from her gums). The smell was overwhelming and she almost rushed forward to sink her fangs in the neck of the nearest one. But in the end, she held back.

Groaning to herself, she turned away, only to find someone standing there.

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“That’s the one.” He grinned. “Right, Bonnie. I know her, vaguely. You planning on sticking around town?” He was unsure himself how long he’d be in Mystic Falls this time.

❝ ⸻ that salvatore school ? the one you suggested I should go to ? ❞ Although she looked young , cordelia was finished with high school . It's the reason why she stuck to him for a bit before she left with abby . ❝ kindness goes a long way , marcel . you'll catch more flies with honey . ❞ the vampire smiled , happily sharing her sundae . ❝ I'm doing better . came to town to visit a cousin . Bonnie Bennett . Abby's daughter . ❞

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“Oh please, don’t flatter me.” Marcel had been known to sing karaoke once and twice and he took the fact that he wasn’t booed off the stage as a good sign. “That band is only happening if you’re my back up singer.” He joked, hugging her back. “Well someone had to go and die. You okay?”

She hadn't heard that familiar voice in what felt like a million years. She turned, grinning back at her old friend. "Well, New Orleans does have you after all. One of the best voices around the Quarter. Did you finally start that band I kept telling you is your destiny?" Lexi walked closer, pulling the fellow vampire into a hug. "It's been way too long Marcel."

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“Duty calls.” He smirked. “Helping a newly tuned vamp get settled in at the school.” Marcel had helped a handful of young vampires over the years, but Cordelia had held a special place in his heart. “You’re too kind.” He said taking the spoon and taking a small bite. “How are you doing?”

Cordelia gasped and smiled excitedly as she saw marcel . ❝ ⸻ Marcel ! What are you doing here ? ❞ Not that she would complain , they both shared a love for jazz and the big easy . Her mother being originally from there before moving to salem and having cordelia . ❝ Here have some . ❞ She reached out for an extra spoon and handed it to marcel .

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“If you’re looking for music to dance to, you’ll have to come back to my city with me sometime.” Marcel smiled at the woman. “Sometimes a halfway decent local band will play at the grill, but New Orleans is where it’s at.” He grinned.

"Okay it has been a minute since I've been to a concert. I want my first one in a while to be really really epic. Like the most awesome experience ever. I'm taking suggestions, but they have to have music you can dance to." Music was a huge part of her life and Lexi had endless memories involving it. In a weird way, it was one of the biggest things she had missed when she had died. Now she had to get caught up on all the amazing music that had come out over the years.

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“Bet you get tired of telling people that.” Marcel smiled as he slid into the seat next to her. He had questioned her unique eyes himself once upon a time. Since then he had heard her having to convince dozens of others her eyes were real. “Now that looks good.”

❝ ⸻ Yes , they are my real eyes . not contacts . ❞ Cordelia was enjoying her order of a vanilla hot fudge sunday . Louisiana accent as she amusingly saw the face of the other who didn't believe her . ❝ there are two major conditions cause a red or pinkish eye color ... albinism and blood leaking into the iris . My mother is albino and passed on a pretty unique trait to me . ❞

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Marcel leaned on the bar, ordering a beer. He had just gotten into Mystic falls a few weeks ago, helping a newly turned vampire, but he might as well be considered a regular at the grill now. He gave the girl a small smile. “Lizzie, right?” With Vincent and Fraya working at the Salvatore school and helping a handful of young vampires that ended up attending he wasn’t a stranger to the school.

drinking took the edge off of the hunger, and lately lizzie was finding herself faced with a lot of it. the blonde sat at the bar of the grill, sipping on a vodka with lemonade and elderberry, ordering a next drink already. she heard someone beside her, but didn't even bother checking who it was until they spoke to her and she turned her head, icy blues landing on their face.

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⚰. →  charles michael davis   :  male  :  he/him  :   king by zayde wolf   —  looks like marcel gerard has been driven to mystic falls. the 25/200+ -year-old vampire is  known  for  being  protective on  a  good  day  and  hot-tempered  on  a  bad  day .  now that you mention it, when i think of them i think of fearless king, tough exterior with a kind heart, protector of the innocent, fiercely loyal to those who earned it. lets hope they enjoy small town mysic falls, whilst they still can. ( lindsey ● 29 ● est ● she/her )

Marcel spends half of his time traveling with Rebekah and half of his time back in New Orleans. He’s finally at a place where he can trust his city in the hands of others.

Marcel has been helping newly turned vampires learn to control their hunger. On his travels he looks into strange “animal attacks” and hunts down the vampire responsible, doing his best to help them.

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“Sorry, no blanket here.” Marcel shrugged. “I saw you walk off alone, just making sure you’re alright.” Though this wasn’t New Orleans and he had no obligation to any of these people he felt like he should be helping in some way.

Watching people, she couldn’t help but grow annoyed by their constant arguing and crying. It was only a few nights in a school, this felt like a bit of an overreaction in her opinion. Getting up, she walked towards the hallways and looked at the different posters and locker decorations, amazed with how far society had come since she was human. “If you’re here to offer me a blanket give it to someone who needs it,” she mused to the person coming up behind her.

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“Rebekah Mikaelson…” the words fell softly from his lips. He’s he lying if he said he still wasn’t bitter about the Mikaelson’s leaving him in the city to burn, but his heart was always soft for the blonde and for a moment he forgot about being mad. “Surprised to see me?”

location:  mystic falls school paired with:  marcel gerard ( @kingmarcelx​​​ ) event:  APRÈS NOUS, LE DÉLUGE

          SHE COULDN’T REMEMBER the last time that she saw him. No that was a lie. She remembered it all too well. The secret kisses they stole in the night. The time they spent together. The sweet moments they had together before her brother ruined it all. She remembered the happy times they had and the promises they made to each other. She remembered it all. Mystic Falls was the last place she ever expected to see him, in fact she thought he was dead. She wasn’t ready to see him. She wasn’t ready for whatever she buried deep down to come flooding forward. “How the bloody hell are you here…“

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her brow lifted at this mans suggestion, she knew that he meant well but she wasn’t exactly in a sit around and wait it out mood. ❝  i don’t know about you, but me? i’m trying to get out of here, i’ve got people out there that i need to know are alright.❞ jeremy, caroline, bonnie.. damon. she wasn’t going to stay put and if that meant sneaking out herself? well, so be it. ❝ there is a basement door that leads out the alley, if you’re interested in getting out well now you know.❞ looking over her shoulder, the brunette made sure no one was paying attention and began her stride for the basement to get the hell out of there and get to the school, the one place she thought at least her brother or care and bonnie might be. 

It wasn’t in Marcel to let this girl go out into the storm alone, with a slight grown he followed after her. “I’m sure they’re fine. There are people out there helping. What happens if you go out there and get you’re hurt?” He kept talking but something told him there was no reasoning with her which meant he’d have the moral obligation to follow her.

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Marcel had managed to escape the storm before it turned into a full on downpour. He was had followed a few others into the founders hall, but since the storm had worsened they were all stuck until the security guards deemed it safe to leave. Of course Marcel could be stuck in an actual tornado and be fine, he couldn’t very well tell that to the man guarding the door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. I don’t think they’re changing their minds any time soon, might as well take a seat and try to relax.” He told the brunette.

LOCATION - founders hall.

lately, elena had been focused with school - ever since stefan went with klaus she threw herself into classes when she wasn’t trying to find a way to get him back. that is why she was here today at founders hall, she was doing a report for a history class about her hometown, freshman year of college was already grueling. but now with the storm she was locked down inside the hall, security guards not letting anyone in or out. ❝well this is just freaking great.❞ the brunette sighed, a hand running through her long locks as she paced back and forth, practically running a hole into the ground where she stood. ❝i just want to go home, alright? my house is not far from here and it’s much more comfortable there than in this stuffy building.❞ usually elena was much more pleasant, but she didn’t like storms as it was and she was antsy to get a start on her paper and get home. though her pleading didn’t help, she turned around and noticed a pair of eyes on her. ❝what?❞ the doppelganger asked bluntly.    @kingmarcelx​ | closed. 

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Marcel was searching the town for Klaus, wondering if the rumors were even true. He decided to give up his search for the night, walking into the local bar for something to drink. He wasn’t expecting to see a New Orleans witch in the small town. “Vincent, right? What brings you to this small town?”

@vempyr - Vincent

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      Davina slowly nodded . She saw marcel and his vampires stop it before hope took her . She can believe at least that and well , she felt like he wasn’t lying . “ The girl who took me here is making sure of that … “ She trailed off . “ What are you doing here ? ” 

“I have some other business to attend to too.” He paused for a moment, putting his hands in his pockets. “Personal business this time.” He answered without giving away any details. “I was actually surprised to see you here.”

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     Hope took a step back from marcel . She didn’t think marcel would come here but things were clearly changing . Everything was starting to change . “ Doesn’t really matter does it . You should be in new orleans .” Hope raised an eyebrow at him . Why exactly was he here ? 

Marcel gave a small laugh. “Even the king of New Orleans can take a vacation sometimes can’t he?” It was more of a rhetorical question really, he didn’t care if she answered. “Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with.”