tyler lockwood ╳ the vampire diaries

[lockwouldnt]

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misfire

[borngemini]

So I was thinking, tomorrow night, your place, you provide the booze? I could use some distraction after the week I've had

[lockwouldnt]

Technically, I could, but somehow I don't think this was meant for me.

[borngemini]

Definitely not meant for you. In fact just forget you saw it entirely.

[ghost_touched]

You at the motel? I've got some new info on the next place we're checking out?

[lockwouldnt]

Yeah. Right where you left me, I promise.

Did you manage to figure out if it was a coven or a frat house pretending to be a coven?

[Because they've seen a scary amount of those lately, and Tyler's starting to wonder about the mental state of college-aged America.]

[ghost_touched]

Definitely not a real coven here.

But I'll be there in about fifteen and we can take the night off before heading out at least.

Any news from Ric?

for elijah »

[lockwouldnt]

♫ Rue de la Paix - Zazie

Even with the music, this arrondissement was way too quiet. Tyler could hear pins drop, and that was without his superhearing.

When Jeremy had suggested that they pack up shop and move to Paris, Tyler had assumed the worst. Neither of them spoke French: hell, Tyler's Spanish was mediocre at best, and he was Chicano. (He wasn't entirely open about it, sure, but he sure didn't have the language down!) But in the end, a day job with Zagtoon - one of Paris's finest animation companies - and a local werewolf pack had made it more than worth the stay.

The Armory could wait for them for a couple of years. Tyler would make sure of that, mostly by filling in their information gaps and digitizing their centuries-old records. Tonight, he has a lead in one of the older bars: a few werewolves had noted that the musician had an otherworldly quality about him. He may not be a vampire, but he held himself in a manner that was far too noble, far too reserved for the typical concert trained ones.

So after the show, Tyler takes a seat by the bar and orders two glasses of whiskey. He gives a low, slow nod at the other guy as he approaches and - and that guy looks familiar. Like he's seen him before.

"Hey," Tyler says, in heavily accented French. "What would you recommend?"

Re: for elijah »

[internalizing]

Elijah looked up from the piano, fingers still finishing the piece he'd been playing before he responded in fluent French, giving him a short list of options before his gaze drops back to the keys.

And Jeremy's on the other side of the bar, gaze on the musician before shifting to Tyler and then returning to his drink as he drops a hand on the table, fingers tapping against the wood.

[lockwouldnt]

Shit. Tyler swallows upon hearing the finger tapping - whoever this guy is, Jeremy knows him. And if Jeremy knows him, he can't mean anything good. Stay alert, he thinks to himself. Don't act too stupid.

He takes a moment to think upon a piece from the list that would mean something, anything to him and Jeremy - and more importantly, to any interlopers that might catch onto their hidden meaning. In the end, nothing comes to mind, except personal preference.

"Gymnopédie One," He says, pulling out his wallet. "Please."

for eames »

[lockwouldnt]

Getting a frying pan as quietly as I can at 5:30am should be the real game of Operation.

[withimagination]

just as painstakingly difficult. except instead of a buzzer, you hear the dulcet sounds of your bedmate yelling.

[lockwouldnt]

Which reminds me: can I crash at your place tonight??

Matt might sort of kind of be more than a little pissed at me.

tfln, cont'd »

[lockwouldnt]

[ from here ]

So a flash mob.
FTR, if this goes south, it is 110% on you.

[unyieldingspirit]

what?? no, no way. you asked for ideas and I provided! 40% at most.

[lockwouldnt]

60%.

And if this is successful, I'll even take you out for drinks.

[unyieldingspirit]

[a text!]

hey. i made enough food for the household, but i forgot the others were out tonight. up for some free food?

[lockwouldnt]

umm HELL YES 🙌🏽

Give me 10 and I'll be right over.

[ is it even possible to drive over there in 10? who knows, but he'll break every speed limit to get there because!! free food!! ]

[unyieldingspirit]

don't feel you have to rush that much, it'll still be here.

[she's kinda amused though! and yes free food!

She'll be waiting to answer the door when he arrives.]

for major

[lockwouldnt]

[ Some secrets just weren't meant to be kept between co-workers, Tyler decides as he strolls into work. Ever since he had moved to Seattle, he had done everything possible in his power to keep his wolf-y side under control. He wore his Moonlight ring. He kept crushed wolfsbane in his desk (and played it off as his girlfriend's).

He even took nights off during the full moons, just in case. He couldn't stand hurting anyone, lest of all the troubled kids he helped at work. But after he starts his support group with his co-worker Major, he can't help thinking that something just felt... off.

And not in the good way. ]

Hey, bro. [ Tyler lightly knocks on the doorframe, though it means nothing beyond grabbing his attention. ] Feel like grabbing a coffee with me?

[majorpain]

[The truth is, Major's been trying to keep his involvement with the whole zombie movement off the books. It's not exactly easy, considering how much of his time that whole thing sucks up - he feels guilty about all the times he's distracted on the job, the way he has to leave in a rush sometimes, the way the kids don't get the attention they really deserve.

And he's pretty sure that his coworker has figured out that something is going on with him. So Major's maybe been trying to keep his distance a bit, in hopes that Tyler won't call him on his weirdness. So when Tyler calls out after him, asks if he wants to grab a coffee, with that very-special-episode tone in his voice that means he wants to talk, Major actually winces.]

Hey. I guess. Um. I don't really have anything going on. What's up?

[Best to get it over with. See how well he can bluff his way out of this one.]

[lockwouldnt]

[ Tyler just holds up his car keys, nerdy keychains dangling from it and all, in a vain attempt to indicate he'll drive. ]

Nothing, really. [ Tyler figures, just to be nice, he'll start off easy. All social work kids could see an interrogation coming from a mile away; they've been through the training protocol, and how to conduct interviews and focus groups. They know the Rules, and how their peer might act when they're trying to coax an answer out of them. So he's gotta dance around the subject, more so than usual. ] I've got a long night ahead, since - law school - and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind being my study buddy.

Keeping me company for a bit, just so I don't goof off, that kind of thing?

for hayley

[lockwouldnt]

[ continued from here! ]

no pain, no gain, as they always say.
plus vodka tastes like shit no matter what you put in it.

how would you go about it then, oh wise one?

sorry for my insane lateness!

[belongs]

first of all? skip the vodka entirely.
the only people who drink vodka are kids who don't know what real alcohol tastes like.

whiskey, scotch, or bust.

Flower shop!

[unyieldingspirit]

[The inside of the florist shop K'pandolu runs- Gnarled Gardens, which she liked the sound of- is usually fairly cool- the better to try and keep the flowers in good condition! It's also quiet- or at least for the moment, and so K'pandolu's taking the opportunity to pursue some books, frowning down at them. It's a little hard to tell- but if someone came in, they might see that she's reading up on flower meanings.]

best kind of au!

[lockwouldnt]

[ For the first time in a whole month, Tyler's not entering Gnarled Gardens to order for a funeral. Mystic Falls' never-ending sea of tragedies has temporarily ceased, and he feels like he can breathe. Maybe they can defeat this season's villain for once and for all... ]

Hey, K'pandolu. [ Tyler grins as he approaches her, leaning forward and watching her read some of those books. ] Getting in some light reading?