#c:lawrence

[choitaejin]

It hadn't been the first call about blood being stolen. Hell, the PD ignored most of those calls because, honestly, what could the law do about vampires? The reality was nothing.

"It's fuckers like you that give vampires a bad name." TJ was well aware he could get his neck ripped open, but someone had to stand up to it. He couldn't just continue to sit on the sidelines. "I get you're hungry, but go eat Bambi, 'cause there are people who need that blood more than you."

open to all ! location: charity hospital @inaducursehqstarters

Despite his desire to rip open the necks of every single human person in town, he instead stalked into the charity hospital, compelling doctors and nurses along the way as he looked for the blood bank. His own collection had run dry, and if he didn't get something soon, he would actually need to tear into someone, which at this point in his life, he was trying to avoid.

Once inside the blood bank, he opened one of the many coolers and began stuffing the bags into his backpack. It wasn't a good feeling, stealing from a hospital that needed blood to treat those in need, but it was either that or murder. Clearly one outweighed the other. He ignored his desire to sink his teeth into one of the bags in that moment, and zipped up his backpack, quickly departing the cold room.

Once outside, he waited until he was around the corner to drop the backpack on the ground, crouch next to it, and rip open one of the bags. It wasn't until the third bag that he realized someone was watching him. He lifted his head, fangs still extended, making eye contact with a snarl. "Can I help you?"

[banshee-grove]

“Thank goodness...” Miz breathed out as he held up a fresh linen shirt that was stuffed into one of the drawers of the research center. It was dark inside, but at least there was some protection that came with knowing there were walls around them. Most of what he saw was just outlines, but he’d managed to navigate his way through some cabinets and drawers. He was more interested in food than a fresh shirt, but he was growing tired of the smell of his own sweat and blood-soaked clothes. It would probably be an actual pain to change clothes, but maybe he could find something to help with the bruising and cutting from his various falls. “Have you found any food? Medicine maybe?” He was already starting to undo the buttons on his shirt, but his fingers were so swollen from the heat and inflammation that it was proving to be difficult. 

@lawrence-earp​

[poppy-battenberg]

Poppy was sitting on the couch in Six, watching the recap of the Reapings. She hadn’t yet learned all the names, but she was anxious to see who had been Reaped from Nine. She was worried. She wanted to know if it was one of the kids she helped before she did anything. She had two of her own tributes to worry about, and Calypso... she owed the world to Calypso. So much for never having as much on her plate as during the Quell.

Nine came next. Two volunteers. It seemed as if this year had an unusual number of volunteers. She didn’t have much time to think on it when a familiar name was announced. She shot up and went for the staircase, taking them two at a time before banging open the door to Nine’s floor. Admittedly, she didn’t know anyone in Nine very well, but many of the people she met stuck in her memory. It was tough to be alone in a strange place. “Lawrence!” she shouted. “My TV better be fucking lying to me!”

@lawrence-earp​

[garrett-abernathy]

@lawfrisk​

“I’ve talked to a lot of witnesses, but it hasn’t helped much,” he said, words coming out in a quick steam. He didn’t have time to waste...and he’d had a lot of coffee that morning. 

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

the festival’s good and fun - hell, gabe’s enjoying it, can enjoy anything with loud music and a quote-on-quote ‘ambiance’ - but they can tell through their spacing, scattering thoughts and ringing in their ears that it’s all become too much, even for someone as extroverted as gabe. they duck out from their spot within the crowd and back-steps to where they’d once seen an empty wall, only to see it now occupied. “’tis fine - i’ll cope. sorry for the sweat stench in advanced,” gabe sits before the ground can become unsteady on them, not taking any cue of wanting to be alone from the other - gabe’s never been good with personal space, anyways, and slips a carton out from their pocket. “y’wanna go splitsies? half joint, half cigarette - all good time. my treat - well, like, both of our treats - please?”

@nightreststarters

the music is blaring but he's just grateful that he was able to find a place that was just for the moment devoid of many people. he knew that he couldn't escape it, but he was able to find a couple of moments of peace from the crowd of people. he had never been good at most social interaction, or... people. he runs a hand through his hair leaning back against the wall, his legs are pulled up to his chest savouring the bit of shade that he could find as his free hand circles around the bottle of alcohol sitting next to him. he takes one of the joints tucked behind his ear and sticks it between his lips and lights it with his lighter before closing his eyes, head hitting the back of the wall. "i'm coveting this shaded spot but if you angle your body just right i'm sure you could feel the hint of the breeze,"

[boo-its-radley]

lawfrisk‌:

After hearing everything from Bellamy, after everyone in the castle properly listened and cared for Bellamy - Aerwynna brewed her a strengthening potion without him even asking - Lawrence silently separated himself from the small crowd around the new found girl, to think. ‘’What do we do with you, Charlie? What do we do with you?’’ he muttered, genuinely conflicted to the point where he didn’t even notice someone else passing by.

@maytelesslucille​ @boo-its-radley​

Joshua wasn’t involved very much in Bellamy’s reception beyond the initial greeting from all. Even then, he stood toward the back and slipped away as soon as he could. While others cared for her, Joshua retreated to the library to return to a Healing book he’d begun the night before and await owls to arrive with the latest editions of any local and national news items. After some time, he needed to stretch his legs and figured he’d go for a walk around the castle and see if everyone was fussing over Bellamy still. Lawrence was clearly deep in thought when Joshua passed, so he wasn’t going to talk until he heard the man’s mutterings. “What are you going to do with Charlie?” Joshua asked, serious and sharp. He didn’t mean it as a disrespectful question - he hoped if anything it might surprise the man into an honest question.

[banshee-grove]

“I’m not mad,” Miz began as he pulled up a chair to sit near with Lawrence. “But what did you do in there? What got you a one?”

@lawrence-earp​