HAZEL DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 98
Age:
18
Occupation:
Student
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Girls just want to have funds
Last seen Nov 4, 2024 21:23:17 GMT
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Jan 8, 2022 14:50:19 GMT
 It was Friday night. There was no harm in staying up late. At least that’s what she told herself as she sat in bed flicking through social media at midnight, music blaring through her headphones. Anything to keep her distracted. Keep her mind distracted. The town she was born in suddenly didn’t feel safe anymore. Her parents assured her it was, but now she found herself deep in newspaper articles over the years from Mystic Falls. The town wasn’t safe and she’d been blind to it until now. Laughing whenever her friends would talk about spooky occurrences that happened or that the woods weren't safe at night. They were right. She was done convincing herself it was all made up. Hazel witnessed the flames with her own eyes. Her mom’s abilities seemed less daunting than her dad’s, bar the whole speaking to dead people. With her index finger, she swiped through streams of Instagram posts, double-clicking every now and then to add a like. All of them were clueless about the danger that surrounded them. She was envious of their ignorance. Her parent’s offered a listening ear if she needed to talk, but she insisted she was fine. She just needed time to wrap her head around this new world. A reality that extended beyond what she knew. Maybe then she’d be ready to talk. Ask the burning questions she had been saving since that evening. Her finger had hovered over the search button for many nights. Tempted to google her questions, but she knew that was a bad idea. Like when you google your symptoms and it tells you you’re dying. The site was a saviour but also instilled fear into people. She lay back on her bed, her phone still glued to her hands as she typed away on the screen. Her messages to the group chat went unread. All her friends in a calm slumber, not being woken up by tapping on the window. It was the tree branches. It had to be. Her window was too high for someone to get to. Staying rational was important. Hazel tossed her phone next to her with a sigh as she stared up at the ceiling. Her favourite album was on repeat as she closed her eyes. It was a high-pitched noise that woke her up. Gasping for air as she bolted upright in bed, ripping her headphones from her ears. Her phone was on the floor. Unplugged and dead. Hazel exhaled slowly, “Rational thoughts only” She muttered to herself, almost silently as she rested back on her pillows, her heart beating furiously in her chest. A beat she could feel in her throat as she tried to calm herself down, rubbing her eyes trying to elevate the pressure building behind them. She wanted to crawl out of bed and wake her parents up. They would make her feel safe, but she wasn’t a child anymore. Running to her parent’s bedroom whenever she couldn’t sleep or had a bad dream. There was a faint buzz coming from her headphones. She quickly bundled them up and threw them across the room. Closing her eyes again soon after. Deep breathes as she relaxed into her pillows, as best she could. It was the cold that brought her back the second time. Twigs dug deep into the soles of her feet as she moved through the woods. The fresh air stung her face with each breeze, as she shuddered. The thin jumper she was wearing brought minimal warmth, but it wasn’t the cold that was bothering her. It was the noise, almost like whispers but she couldn’t make out what was being said. She’d never seen a dead body before. At least not in person. It was terrifying and sad. Hazel rushed towards the woman’s body, kneeling down next to it. Oh God, what was she supposed to do? CPR? Checking for a pulse? With unsteady hands she reached forward, turning the body towards her. Glassy eyes stared back at her, causing her to stumble backwards. Kicking the leaves away as she pushed herself away from the body. It wasn’t even a scream of terror. It was something that was forcing its way out of her mouth. Ripping through her throat as she dug her nails deep into the wet soil below. KIT CLARKE  |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Jan 25, 2022 18:09:28 GMT
 ━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
Hazel brought it out in him. He was scared to hold her at first, that teeny, tiny little baby who looked like she could fit into the palm of his hand. People joked that babies were made of rubber, but that didn’t stop the swell of nerves whenever he was near━like he’d hurt her by merely being in her presence. Slowly, though, he adjusted. Hazel got bigger, sturdier, and Kit sat beside her little bed whenever they babysat, guarding her without touching. Eventually, he made the decision to carefully reach in and brush the backs of his (thoroughly sanitized) fingers over her cute little cheeks, and when she wrapped her tiny hand around his finger, he was taken. He’d protect her like she was his own━he’d protect her like nothing in his life before. He could make the change if it meant he’d be around for her. She wasn’t Kandace’s baby, wasn’t his blood, but maybe if he got better, then Kandace might trust him again…
But it hadn’t been sixteen years, not really. Kandace’s baby was still that, a baby. A toddler now, technically, not that she knew he was checking in, but he had sources━social media could be considered a blessing for that reason alone (and for absolutely nothing else).
Katja was always with him, a strain on who he was now and a pain in his ass, just like Frank, but Kit appreciated it deep down. Somewhere. Probably.
As always, the club was busy on a Friday night. Sweat pooled under his arms and over his back, managing the upstairs from a hands-on position as usual. His wet shirt nearly froze as soon as he stepped out at the end of his shift, forcing Kit to swap it with a clean one before slipping on his jacket. His coworkers, the ones who didn’t know what he was, looked at him as if he was absolutely out of his mind. He gave them a slight grin and a nod before leaving, heading off in the direction of home. Because that’s what it was now, home. That was undeniable.
He thought Kace might show up. Always lingering, ready for a chat about the greater good or… something while they sought ways out of this. He didn’t expect that scream, though, ringing through his ears and all that he was━calling to him. It made him think of Frank, but he knew it wasn’t him. It sounded the same; shrill, perhaps a few tones higher, undeniably a banshee━and still, not Frank.
Thinking of the repercussions of this, of how they barely skated away when he was with Frank, Kit considered not following it, denying every cell in his body that told him to go. It wasn’t Frank; he could show up and see some random person there and have to explain to them something he barely knew himself. He wasn’t a leader; at least, he didn’t think so. Already Kitty had leaned on him, and it terrified Kit to let her down; now he had Hazel to worry about on top of everyone else.
But he swore he’d change. So he went.
Rushing as fast as his advanced skills would take him, Kit sensed her before he saw her. He nearly took her out completely, scooping Hazel up around the waist and running a few more paces before stopping and putting her down in front of him. He shifted in front of her vision, trying to block her from seeing the dead body━as if he wasn’t too late already. “Hey, hey, you’re okay.” She wasn’t━he could see it in her eyes. Was he cursed to discover each Damasca’s first scream? That had to be what this was, right? “Don’t look at her, look at me. What happened? Was that you who screamed?” He bent down a few inches to catch her eye line, hands set firmly on Hazel’s arms. She must be freezing, he thought, and shed his coat without hesitation, beginning to gently push it onto her arms.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 98
Age:
18
Occupation:
Student
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Girls just want to have funds
Last seen Nov 4, 2024 21:23:17 GMT
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Feb 7, 2022 15:46:29 GMT
Maybe the faint buzz from her headphones was all in her head. Convincing herself she heard something that wasn’t actually there because of what her parents told her. Maybe it was just all nonsense forcing its way into her mind. It was a comforting thought that she mulled over as she drifted off to sleep. But now she was outside, making her way through the woods. The area was barely lit up by the almost fading moon in the sky. She patted her joggers, searching for her cellphone but she must have left it at home. She had no idea where she was, but there was no desire to turn back. She carried on moving forward, even though she was walking further away from home. The woods were a scary place at night, but even that didn’t deter her from carrying on her journey. Whatever was pulling her through the trees was stronger than her need to get back home, where she could curl up in bed. Embracing the warmth of her blankets. As soon as she saw the body she knew she’d reached her final destination, but then the fear set in. There was nothing she could do to save this person, they were long gone. The scream that tore through her scared her even more. It was an unnatural sound. A sound which was coming from her, but as soon as the screaming stopped she felt a sense of relief. The whispers and noises had stopped and suddenly her head was clear again, but she was still shaking with fear. Hazel didn’t even have time to inspect the body a second time. Someone had appeared in the darkness, grabbing her and pulling her away from the deceased. It took a second for her eyes to adjust before realizing it was Uncle Kit. He placed himself between her and the body, but she’d already seen those empty eyes looking back at her. Nothing left behind them. She pulled her gaze away from the woman and towards Kit, listening to him. “I… I don’t know… I think so” She reached forward, taking the coat from Kit, sliding it on as she tried her best not to look towards the dead woman again. “Did you hear me? Was it loud?” Panic filled her voice. Did the cops hear her scream? Were they on their way, lights glowing and sirens screaming, ready to take her in? “I didn’t do anything Uncle Kit, I promise. One minute I was on my phone, then I fell asleep and the next minute I’m here… but I don’t remember getting here” Tears started to swim in her eyes, spilling from the corners, “She was dead when I got here… and I don’t have my cell to call anyone and… and I… she was dead” In the midst of it all Hazel didn’t even check what could have killed the woman. She kept her eyes locked on Kit though, not wanting to look past him again. She settled down into the wet soil beneath her, “Is this it? Am I like my dad?” She raised her right hand, quickly sweeping away the tears that were coming thick and fast now. She swallowed hard, trying to stop herself from crying. KIT CLARKE  |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Feb 28, 2022 17:46:11 GMT
━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
He hated seein’ her cry. Tears, in general, made him clam up and grow uneasy, but when Hazel got upset? He’d been in tune with it since she was a baby━when that piercing scream (not unlike the one he just heard, honestly) radiated through his mind and brought him to her within seconds. Usually Frank was there, though, and they could talk each other through diaper changes or patch her up when she was older and scraped her skin on the asphalt. This was a completely different game. Kit used the same tactic as he always had, though; he gathered Hazel into his arms and pulled her in for a hug. He was never good with words but, as a baby, it was easy to chatter at her without judgement or not speak at all.
“It’s okay; I know you didn’t hurt ‘er.” With Frank, he’d strongly considered it for a few moments, but Hazel? There was no way. And he’d learned that being a banshee didn’t come with any added strength━not that it was impossible for a teenager to take down a full-grown woman, but still. Even if he didn’t know Hazel, it just wasn’t likely.
He’d only released her for a few moments before Hazel was drooping like a giant raindrop, or perhaps that weird ‘slime’ trend she adhered to for a short period. Kit went with her, kneeling into the wet earth with one hand in the dirt to stabilize him and the other on her shoulder, trying to keep eye contact with Hazel. “I…” He didn’t wanna be the one to break the news. Kit cautiously progressed, feeling a little out of place, and like this conversation should be for a parent and not him, a kinda-sorta family member. Huffing out a breath, his eyes dipped down before coming back up. “Yeah, seems like it. It’s supposedta be loud, though, so other, uh, creatures can hear, I think.” He sighed, unsure how much Theo and Freyja had divulged. “Hey, s’okay, alright? I know it’s… fuckin’ scary and everythin’, but at least you… it’s your job to make sure they get some kinda help or somethin’ after they die. Make sure the body’s found.”
But they couldn’t be around for that. If they caught Kit around another dead body with another Damasca, he might never see the outside of a prison cell again, and he wasn’t leaving her here alone.
Gently guiding Hazel to stand, his hand still on her arm, he began to nudge her in the direction she’d come from. “I… we gotta go, though. Normally this ain’t a good thing, okay? You should always stay and tell somebody, but I can’t…” He frowned, still wondering where his boundaries were. And, as soon as he was leading her away, Kit spilled with another heavy sigh.
“I dunno if I should even be tellin’ you this, kid, so do me a favour and don’t say nothin’ ‘bout it to your folks, but I━ah, shit.” He rubbed his beard pensively, refusing to look at her, only knowing she was there because of his hand between her shoulder blades. “I was in prison for a while ‘fore you were born. Then your Uncle Frank━y’know he’s like you guys, too, right? Uh, well, he went through the same thing you just did. So I can’t keep showin’ up at crime scenes otherwise they might think somethin’. We should call your dad, though. He’ll… know what to do.” Pulling his phone from his pocket with his free hand, Kit didn’t realize he was shaking until it took him three tries to select the ‘Contacts’ button. The point wasn’t to shift this to him, he wanted quite the opposite, really, but it was a case of ‘do as I say and not as I do,’ which… probably wasn’t the best way to raise a kid, but she wasn’t his, right? If anything, it was her parent’s fault for letting her hang out with him.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 98
Age:
18
Occupation:
Student
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Girls just want to have funds
Last seen Nov 4, 2024 21:23:17 GMT
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Mar 13, 2022 20:13:58 GMT
She felt so overwhelmed. There was so much going on. The woman, Hazel’s scream, uncle Kit appearing in the woods. It felt like the time she was asked to narrate part of a nativity play when she was a kid, and all eyes were on her. The heat from the lamp shining on the stage and all those strange faces staring back at her waiting for her to speak. In the sea of strangers though she found her parents sitting there. Both of them were wearing a huge grin and her mom gave her a thumbs up. She lifted her head high, cleared her throat and went on to speak. Knowing her parents were out there kept the nerves under control. They weren’t here now, but uncle Kit was and he had his arms around her pulling in for a hug. There was no doubt in his voice when he said he knew Hazel hadn’t hurt the woman. Another weight lifted from her. There was no way she could hurt someone, never mind kill someone. She’d never even been in a fight at school. Her eyes lifted from the dirt, looking at uncle Kit. Her vision was somewhat blurred by the tears in her eyes, though quickly corrected as they ran down her face. “Because you’re a wolf? Like in every shitty teen movie for that strange period of the two-thousands. She felt a little bit better knowing that every human in Mystic Falls hadn’t just heard her screaming. “But I don’t wanna be around dead bodies when the cops come… they’ll start thinking I’m a serial killer” Maybe she could do one of those anonymous calls to 911. She couldn’t just stand around with a dead body until someone came to help, that was suspicious. They’d be asking her so many questions. Like why was she in the woods so late? Where were her shoes? Where were her parents? Hazel got to her feet though, relieved when uncle Kit announced they needed to leave. “Okay” She muttered with a nod, not glancing back at the body for another second before following uncle Kit through the woods. She nodded, “Pinky promise” She replied, a weak smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she walked alongside him, tugging the coat tight around her body as her bare feet sunk into the ground with each step. “Prison?” A frown on her face as she looked over at him. Must have been for something silly, like stealing a pair of jeans, but she immediately forgot about that when he mentioned calling her dad. “No!” She exclaimed, eyes widened in fear, “Please don’t call my mom and dad. I don’t want them panicking… I’ll tell them tomorrow morning… please” She pleaded, pulling the jacket even tighter around her body to keep the cold out. KIT CLARKE - wrap up with yours? |
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KIT CLARKE
Werewolf
Posts: 136
Age:
33
Occupation:
Manager at The Ruby Slipper
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Katja De La Cruz
Played by:
Julia
"You make my cold heart warm with a touch."
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 19:01:45 GMT
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Post by KIT CLARKE on Mar 22, 2022 16:36:38 GMT
━ nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky ━
KIT'S BROWS SHOT UP. Okay, so he figured it didn’t really matter that he was gonna tell her about being a banshee or his time in prison, or even that he’d later not call her parents to let them know what was going on, because apparently they’d let the secret out. His secret. Jesus, this was probably one of those things kids weren’t supposed to tell other people, but Hazel had, and now Kit was a little miffed about it. Not that it truly mattered (in comparison to their current situation), but maybe he’d have a chat with Theo and Freyja about it. Like, Christ, can you warn a guy if you’re gonna tell your kid all their deep, dark secrets?
“Yeah.” Kit puffed, “‘Cause I’m a wolf.” It felt weird to say━he wasn’t a wolf, he was a werewolf, yet somehow that was stranger. He was whatever she wanted to fuckin’ call him, in all honesty. “Then you better invest in a disposable phone and start callin’ in tips, kid, ‘cause this is who you are. It’s your nature to make sure they’re gettin’ found.”
Hauling her up, Kit began to walk, dishing out more personal shit than he’d wanted Hazel to know. His niece (his real niece, wherever she was right now) hopefully didn’t know a thing about it; about why she had two uncles she didn’t see, about why one was dead and the other just didn’t seem to exist. He’d keep it that way━if he ever got to see her again and if Kandace hadn’t already explained it.
But this felt necessary. Kandace’s daughter would hopefully never trigger her curse, and never have to seek this explanation, but Hazel did. Kit wasn’t a Damasca in a blood-relative sense, more honorary, but she was still his to protect. And he would, too━with his life.
‘No! Please don’t call my mom and dad. I don’t want them panicking… I’ll tell them tomorrow morning… please.’
And this was a little like walking the line. Kit slowed on their walk, looking down at her with a frown. He sighed softly and kept going, pushing her along gently. “Fine.” He mumbled, tucking his phone back in his pocket. Theo hadn’t given him the chance to reveal his own shit, but that wasn’t Hazel’s fault. As long as she let them know what was going on, he was okay with keeping quiet about it. “You gotta pinky promise you’re gonna tell ‘em, though, ‘kay?” He flashed a grin down at her, trying to stay calm and confident despite everything they’d just gone through. She deserved that much━something sturdy to lean on during a tough time, and Kit would be there whenever she needed him.
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