ELIAS ELLIOTT
Horseman
Death
Posts: 67
Played by:
Julia
"Make it personal."
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:15:04 GMT
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Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Nov 13, 2022 23:27:28 GMT
 ━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━
Perhaps it wasn’t worth debating these questions with himself; perhaps things would never change.
Feeling the pull somewhere farther than this small town, he disappeared and emerged, less than a second later, in Charlotte, Virginia. It was raining. Elias, not visible to the human eye, was also impervious to rain in this state. He turned his head upwards, still squinting as though it would hit his face, and relaxed his features when it didn’t. Strange.
It was dark, rainy, and a bit foggy━he could only guess how this person would die. Seemingly early, he watched from the middle of the road as his target exited the well-lit coffee shop and lifted his hood. The inside let out a warm glow that bathed the street in yellow tones, reflecting and sparkling on puddles. Elias noticed none of this; he watched the man who was about to die, and didn’t question how he knew which person it was. Though it was dark, it was far from late, and the street was well-populated. Cars rushed through Elias without touching him and, eventually, the man made his fatal error.
He stepped into the street and dipped his head to count the bills in his hand, rifling through each of them meticulously. Due to his sheer stupidity━perhaps a combination of a few perfect circumstances: the weather, the hood hindering his peripheral vision, and his attention on something other than his safety━the man was almost immediately struck by a transport truck. The death unfolded directly in front of him, and he watched with an unchanging, almost bored expression.
The truck screeched to a stop, but it was far too late. Elias walked steadily to the crumbled body and reached out, putting him out of his misery. The spirit appeared next to him, gasping for air and frantically touching his ghostly frame, shouting all the same questions as the rest of them. Nothing was new about this event.
“You’re dead. Come with me,” He reached out, offering his hand, and of course the blunt approach didn’t work with a spirit killed so suddenly and violently. Elias sighed heavily as the now-dead man began to sputter unintelligibly. Glancing sideways, down at the body, he brought the spirit’s attention there━more gasped breaths emerged. When Elias looked up, however, he saw someone on the other side of the street━the girl. Winter. The half-sister to Elias’ biological brother. What the hell was she doing here? Had she tracked him in some way? Was that even possible?
Finally, the spirit realized that Elias’ attention was no longer on him or his corpse. “Are you even listening to me?! What’re you looking at?! She-that’s the girl I was meeting, I-I was selling… she bought my rollerblades…” The absurdity seemed to really bother him. He burst into sobs, and Elias slowly turned his head back to the man.
“You can’t change what happened. You’re gone now. Look,” He motioned to the truck driver, who was circled around the body and calling the police, now joined by a few other passers-by. “They’ll call an ambulance, and your body will be taken to a morgue. They’ll contact your family━if you have any━and they’ll lay your body to rest. You can either come with me to your afterlife or disintegrate into madness. It’s your choice.” A similar thing had happened to Elias, though he’d chosen the secret third option. He wasn’t as weak as this man, though━people like Elias received certain things that lesser men never would. Offering his hand once more, the man eventually reached out to take it, sobbing as he did. Elias cringed and shifted his hold to the man’s shoulder, disappearing.
In an instant, and (thankfully) only a few seconds since the man’s death, he reappeared━visible this time━at Winter’s side. “What the hell are you doing here, kid?” He practically growled, towering over her. “Your presence alone is suspicious. Did you do this?” Did she influence it in some way, he meant, though if she were to misconstrue his meaning, perhaps she was innocent. Elias wasn’t letting her off that easy, though.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Dec 2, 2022 15:33:48 GMT
The first pair of rollerblades she owned was when she was ten. A tacky pair of silver ones that she found poking out of someone's trash can. There was nothing around the rollerblades and a few scrubs later they were as good as new. Well, they were ridiculously well worn but the wheels still moved. Her dad made it very clear that if she broke a bone whilst rolling skating she wasn’t allowed to go to the hospital because that shit was expensive and they had no health insurance. All bones remained in one piece, but she did dislocate her elbow after hitting a pothole. Her dad gave her a shot of whiskey and jammed it back into place. Good as new. Eventually, the wheels stopped rolling and Winter had to part ways with her rollerblades. She didn’t even bother asking her dad for a new pair knowing the answer would be no. Her second pair were a gift from Jeremiah and she kept them until last year when they were stolen out of her tent at the fair. Winter had tried advertising her services on Craigslist a few times. Sometimes she found genuine customers other times she found creeps who thought her services extended to something more personal. She was forever scrolling the selling section though, endlessly looking for good deals. The selling section in Mystic Falls though was somewhat dry, so she tried further afield. That’s when she spotted the deal of the year. A brand new pair of rollerblades in her size for only twenty dollars. Winter leaped out of bed, yelled goodbye to Lex, sprinted to her van and sped all the way to Charlotte to pick them up. They were perfect. Winter fell in love with the rollerblades immediately and handed over the cash without hesitation. She was too focused on the rollerblades and forgot to put the cash down on the table for the man to collect, rather than risking any skin-to-skin contact, but it was too late. Her finger brushed against the side of his finger for less than a second and that was enough to have the images burn through her mind. The stranger was about to walk into certain death. “Should we grab a coffee?” She quickly asked, breaking into a wide grin. The man shook his head, “I gotta go. My wife is waiting for me at home.” He started to walk away from Winter, leaving the coffee shop. She was about to come across like a freak, but if he saved the man's life she didn’t care. “Wait!” She grabbed the rollerblades before rushing out of the shop after the stranger. She grabbed him harshly by the arm pulling him back towards her, “Twenty dollars, really? I should give you thirty. They’re brand new.” The man frowned, tugging his arm away from her. “If you cross the road you’ll die!”To no surprise the man backed away from Winter, “I really think you should leave me alone… get some help or something.” Just like her dad, the stranger refused to listen to Winter. She went to launch forward to grab the man a second, but he stepped out into the road, “I’m warning you. Back off!” His attention quickly turned to the cash in hand. There was no stopping the scene which unfolded before her. The truck veered towards the man and collided with him and all Winter could do was watch from the sidewalk. She slowly stepped back as everyone rushed out of the coffee shop and out toward the man. Winter needed to get out of there pronto. Just as she was about to rush back to her van someone appeared next to her, out of thin air. She let out a quiet shriek as she jumped back, her body tensing up immediately. It was Detective Asshole. “I’m buying rollerblades?” She held them up to him, “Where the fuck did you come from? Why are you here?” Was he following her? Probably didn’t believe her story that they were unfortunately related. “No, I didn't do anything! I told this idiot not to walk out in the road 'cause he’d get hit by a truck, but he thought I was crazy.” Like the rest of them, but this time it cost someone their life. ELIAS ELLIOTT |
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ELIAS ELLIOTT
Horseman
Death
Posts: 67
Played by:
Julia
"Make it personal."
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:15:04 GMT
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Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Dec 13, 2022 16:59:00 GMT
━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━
“I just walked around the corner,” He motioned idly behind him, “I’ve been standing here for quite some time. Not sure why you didn’t see me.” Perhaps too focused on whatever she was doing━like sending that truck straight into the man on the street.
He didn’t answer her second question; it was none of her business as to why he was here.
“You told him?” Elias furrowed his brow, leaning over her a little further. If she made it happen, it wouldn’t make sense to warn him about it… unless it was an ability to invoke death that was beyond her control. Either way, it was strange and unnatural━Elias, however, wanted to know if it went against the laws of nature.
Wrapping his long, slender fingers around her bicep, Elias tugged Winter a few steps backwards until they were against the coffee shop’s windows. Now outside the bubble of commotion, they were effectively invisible to everyone else━not literally, however, but Elias wasn’t afraid of using that ability if it became necessary.
“Are you crazy?” He asked, “Can you predict death before it happens?” Under normal circumstances, Elias would’ve considered her a lying child just vying for attention, but it was quite obvious that something supernatural was at work here, and he wanted to know exactly what that was.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Jan 4, 2023 21:58:15 GMT
It wasn’t the body sprawled out in the middle of the road that upset her it was the fact she could have somehow stopped it. She should have grabbed the stranger by the shoulders and thrown him to the ground as if she had the strength, but anything was better than to watch everything unfold again, except this time it wasn’t in her mind. It was real, it was happening. But what made matters worse was Elias standing next to her, with his asshole tone of voice that she hated. “No. You didn’t. You just appeared.” She was a little distracted with the whole dead guy in the road situation, but not so much that she wouldn’t have noticed Elias sneaking up on her. Her eyes pulled away from the scene unfolding in front of them and toward Elias as he leaned over her, his judgy little eyes on her. Winter screwed up her face as she stepped back from him a little, “Yes… because… because y’know he was about to walk out into the road without looking… and there’s a lot of traffic.” It was a perfect explanation as to why she would forewarn someone not to step out into the road.
“Um excuse you!” She snapped as she tried to pull away from Detective Asshole’s grip as he tugged her toward the window of the coffee shop. Away from the people who were gathering around the man. Thankfully no awful images flashed through her mind as Elias grabbed her by the bicep, but there was something off about. It was like an empty feeling. Finally, she broke away from him, dusting her arm off like he had germs or something. “Can you fucking not.” She despited human contact at the best of times. Winter sighed, rolling her eyes as she did so. “Sort of. I’m a psychic and I can predict a person’s future by making contact with them… I can also read the past and future using glass… oh and I can read an object’s history by touching it… call me crazy. You wouldn’t be the first.” She then quickly reached forward, grabbing Elias’ left hand, holding it tight. The emptiness occurred again, like a dark black hole with no start or end. “There’s something weird about you. Like you have no future at all, like you’re dead or something… wait are you dead?” She exclaimed, throwing his hand away from hers. ELIAS ELLIOTT |
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ELIAS ELLIOTT
Horseman
Death
Posts: 67
Played by:
Julia
"Make it personal."
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:15:04 GMT
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Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Jan 31, 2023 19:06:57 GMT
━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━
Elias wasn’t an idiot, and she seemed to recognize that. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
He scoffed as she spat and hissed like a disgruntled cat, but he didn’t let it distract him from his task or drop her arm any sooner. Asking her point-blank whether or not she was crazy seemed to do the trick. Words began spilling from her like an unchecked river, allowed to flow freely and drown him in another whirlpool if he let it. Elias stood strong, though━there were more things out there than he could count, and one girl predicting death wasn’t nearly as crazy as the others he’d seen.
Instead of accepting her invitation to insult her, Elias nodded slowly as the information permeated his brain. “Glass━like a cliche fortune teller. You aren’t able to conduct your ability without it?” He asked plainly, though he was fairly interested in what she had to say. Psychics were relatively non-violent━at least, not violent in the same way a vampire or werewolf could be━and could be gifted with inoffensive abilities. Like Winter━if she was telling the truth.
Elias didn’t move as she grabbed his hand, though he cringed internally at the physical contact. She was trying to read him, and his smirk began to grow when his suspicions were confirmed━there was nothing there for her to read. Winter was seemingly desperate for the upper hand, but Elias was firmly intent on never giving it up. To anyone.
Chuckling blandly as she threw his hand away like he’d burned her, Elias slipped his hands back into his pockets. “That’ll teach you not to read people who didn’t ask for it.” He ticked his chin up an inch, still staring down at her. “Yes, I am━a few years ago, actually. Then I became this.” He boasted, his chest swelling with pride. “I reap souls and bring them to their afterlife. My future will always be this.” Elias turned, sweeping his arm across the scene on the street, where the humans remained frantic around the body. He could hear sirens in the distance.
“There was nothing you could do; it was his time.” He didn’t say it to comfort her━in fact, that wasn’t at all on his mind. Elias simply wished to explain. “I took him to Heaven━keep your nose clean, and maybe you’ll get there some day, too.” His smirk returned.
“How often do you predict deaths?” Elias asked, curious now about how much she interfered. “You should be keeping that information to yourself. Death will always find a way toward balance, but it’s better that you don’t impede him. If he hadn’t died━if he chose to walk another way, I didn’t reap his soul or, more likely, you convinced him to stay inside━then another soul would be taken to maintain balance. Perhaps it would have been you instead… or your brother.” He grinned despite how unkind he was being. It was imperative to stress how important this was, however, and he wasn’t afraid to rattle her if need be.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Feb 19, 2023 18:13:08 GMT
She already felt awful enough about what had just happened without Elias being Elias. Again, she was left questioning how the hell Jeremiah was related to Elias because if Jeremiah was there he would have told Winter none of this was her fault and suggested they head off somewhere to grab a coffee. It seemed like he was accepting what she was saying? Impossible. He was probably just humouring her whilst laughing internally at her claims of being a psychic. “I don’t need glass to predict someone’s future or someone’s death. I usually just need to make skin on skin contact and bam it’s all there in my head. Like the guy who just died. I saw everything when I handed him the cash for these rollerbladers. It’s easier to control the visions I see in the glass though.” And less intense for Winter. Instead of being locked in the vision she could detach herself from whatever she saw. “I need glass to see into the past though.” It all sounded cliche as hell, but people were more likely to believe her when she was sitting in front of a crystal ball and looking the part. It shouldn’t have shocked her that people could come back from the dead, but it did. She stepped back even further from Elias, shaking her hand as if she was trying to get rid of the emptiness she had just felt. It was terrifying and something she had never felt before. “You became an ever bigger assshole?” She quipped, a tight smile on her face which dropped quickly when he mentioned reaping soul. “You reap souls? As in you’re a reaper?” Why the fuck wasn’t he wearing some long black cape with a massive scythe? “Sounds bleak.” It did explain why Elias was such a miserable asshole though. Now he had quickly changed his tune and suddenly it wasn’t Winter’s fault the guy died. A second ago he was convinced she had shoved him into the road for fun. “Oh shit. I didn’t know all that existed.” She’d done pretty well so far though.
“This is the second one I’ve predicted so not all that often. I try and avoid it for obvious reasons.” If she kept seeing everyone die it would be a one way ticket to therapy, not that she didn’t need it already. “You mean our brother… but seriously, would that happen? I thought I had this gift to try and stop someone from dying.” Now it seemed so fucking pointless and she was a little pissed about it. ELIAS ELLIOTT |
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ELIAS ELLIOTT
Horseman
Death
Posts: 67
Played by:
Julia
"Make it personal."
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 18:15:04 GMT
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Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Feb 24, 2023 23:51:56 GMT
━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━
“Yes. And it isn’t all bleak. Sometimes they run directly into the trucks that kill them.” His lips twitched in a hint of a smile. None of it was really entertaining, not to Elias━he got that from watching her squirm.
He could’ve tormented her for not knowing but, truthfully, Elias hadn’t, either. Not for a very long time, and that was by design. “You have to look closely; even then, you may never see proof of it. Not until your last day.” He said simply, sharp, cold eyes flicking across her face to read her.
Only the second? He supposed she was fairly touch-starved. Perhaps that was why she’d grown up as she had, and would likely turn to a life of dr-gs just as her parents had. “Do you see them whenever you touch someone, or is it only directly before their death?” He asked, eager to understand more about another species that could directly predict (and perhaps interfere) with his boss.
“No, I meant yours.” He corrected simply, his voice unwavering. “Yes, that would happen, and no, that isn’t the reason.” However, he wouldn’t reveal how little he knew about psychics and their abilities. “No one can stop Death from doing his job. One way or another, balance will always be achieved. Because his death went ahead, things can continue as planned. The truck driver will likely go to prison, and in twenty years, his son━after growing up without his father━will fall into a life of crime and be fatally stabbed in a dr-g deal gone wrong. Hypothetically. Do you understand?” Elias asked, tipping his chin up again, still watching her closely.
“The only other time you predicted a death,” He began, eyes narrowing inquisitively, “Did you attempt to stop it? I assume you were unsuccessful. What happened?”
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Apr 1, 2023 13:24:52 GMT
She wasn’t even surprised that he was being so heartless about the poor guy who had just died, it was probably just another job for him to tick off. She wondered if he’d always been like this or whether being a reaper wiped away any level of emotions. Winter glanced over as a smirk almost formed on his lips. She rolled her eyes as she scoffed at him. She couldn’t decide whether he was trying to wind her up though. Knowing her luck it would be Elias to pick her up on her final day. Imagine dying and having Detective Asshole accompany you to your destination. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound. Winter shrugged at his question. It wasn’t as if she was running around grabbing everyone she could, but with her dad, it was immediately before he OD’d in the living room. If only he’d listened and they could have saved Winter the trauma of finding her dad dead. “I’ve touched people and nothing has happened so I’m assuming it’s within a certain time frame… I just ain’t figure out what timeframe.” There had been many times she’d accidentally brushed past someone or the time she hugged Lex and nothing happened. It was safe to assume his days weren’t numbered, which was a relief for her. A part of her could cope with predicting a stranger's death, but not her friends. Elias was a real ray of sunshine with his dark theory. “Or he’ll be handed some kind of non-custodial sentence and his son will graduate from Yale with an impressive degree in something like chemistry. He’ll go on to live a full life and die peacefully in his sleep at the age of ninety” She hoped her theory would be the one to play out because the whole thing was an accident. She felt like Elias had bundled her down to the police station for questioning. Shining a bright light in her eyes and asking her where the body was. True detective style. “My dad. He overdosed and I predicted the whole thing two days before it happened… I tried telling him but an addict is never gonna listen to you.” Even if he did listen she would only be delaying the inevitable. He was always going to die of an overdose. Sirens filled the air as the cops pulled up, climbing out of the car with their notebooks in hand. Winter wasn’t going to hang around face more questioning. “Looks like your mates are you.” She nodded towards the uniformed officers, “And I ain’t hanging around to get accused of something… again.” She flashed Elias a glare before spinning around and heading off down the road toward her van. At least she got some rollerblades. ELIAS ELLIOTT - the end |
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