BANE, M
“ one of these days, you’re going to learn that life isn’t about dreams coming true; it’s a series of compromises and disappointments —- bonus points to you, if you drown them out with partying. ”
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“ no, this WASN’T a dream. ” he’s, admittedly, getting a little impatient. finally, a familiar face, but the familiar face is looking at him like he’s lost his mind and saying things that don’t really help him. “ this really happened. all of it. but clary doesn’t remember anything and not to point fingers but the last time she was suffering from memory loss it was Y O U who took them from her !! ” he’s not accusing him persay, but if anyone can help he figures magnus is their best shot.
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SALTZMAN, L
lizzie had watched this entire interaction go down , eyeing the guy as he pulled a classic hero move and decide he wanted to save the day . she slid out of her booth after him , finishing off her water before following far enough behind that he couldn’t see her , not that his focus even allowed him to notice . her lips turned up into an amused smile at his inquisition , so bold yet so stupid . “ you’re new at this aren’t you ? ” lizzie closes up beside him , “ i only know one person who likes to fight crime alone and you don’t look like them . thought you could use back up . ” both true statements , but she couldn’t deny that she was in business of finding out what this place was .
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new at walking into trouble ? definitely not. doing it alone ? okay, maybe. you’d usually be hard pressed to find him without clary by his side, or an irritated alec, or an inconvenienced jace, but these days he’s been riding solo. which, yes, is a little sad and pathetic, but he’d been hoping it would only be temporary. “ i’m not fighting crime. i don’t know what i’m doing, exactly. ” investigating crime would probably be more accurate. “ — but every batman needs his robin. ” he visibly brightens, the light from his phone illuminating further down into the alley. thanks to his enhanced senses, he might not be able to see their victim but he sure can smell the blood. “ that was a yes. in case you’re not a DC person. or a comics person, though DC is technically comics too — ” he probably would have rambled on for far too long, definitely long enough to make her regret offering to be his back-up, when he spots movement in the distance. fast movement. uh-oh. “ i think this is the part where we start running. ”
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KELSEY, A
the last few days had been pretty drab for the banshee, she’d spent some much needed time on her couch with day old pizza, vodka and re-runs of jerry springer. it was some fucked up form of SELF CARE. at least that’s what she’ll say, really —- it was a lack of motivation, maybe she was lost. it wasn’t easy listening to voices all the time. HER MIND HADN’T BEEN HERS FOR A LONG TIME. since the age of fourteen to be exact. it was a fucking tragedy. and every so often, her body seemed to collapse under the weight. into it’s self. and she could only comply, and wait for the chaos to subside, so she can exist. though she doesn’t remember the last time she felt like she was living. instead, she gets by on auto pilot, on her supernatural side, and she’s long ignored her HUMAN needs. she had yet to find a reason to want to live. it’s something that hits her on her third day on the couch, though it’ll once again go ignored another time after she becomes overwhelmed again. but she realises, she needs actual food. she needs nourishment. it’s why she braves the outdoors. lets herself mingle among civilians that talk way too loud, amongst karen’s demanding their forty cents back because they were overcharged. THIS IS WHY HER HOME IS HER SAFE HAVEN.
it’s supposed to be a get in, and GET OUT. and yet, someone’s bothering her, the last thing she wants. and she’s letting her jaw clench for a second, before he comes into view. GUESS WHO? was she supposed to know this person? it’s for a second that she doubts herself. ( so long focused on saving others, that she wonders if this is someone she knew before. that her parents knew. ) she’s puzzled, without words. and for a second she just looks at him. not exactly sure of what to say. the question of her hair, has her hand reaching up absentmindedly to push it from her face. “ i needed a change. a reinvention. ” she offers, she’s treading carefully, not wanting to give too much away. LORD KNOWS SHE’S PISSED SOME PEOPLE OFF. but he seems glad to see her, and her heart for a moment springs to life, to swell at the look on his face. she doesn’t want to drop the bombshell, but her mouth moves before her mind can catch up. “ uh … sorry, but do i KNOW you ? ”
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“ hey. no judgement. remember that time i decided i wanted to shake things up and get my ear pierced ? i mean, technically it got infected and i had to take it out after 3 days but still. ” at first, he doesn’t see the warning signs; ticks that are undeniably not clary, as she tries to decide whether or not to be truthful with him. he debates making a comment about her really looking like jace’s sister now, but that’s always been a wound he’s careful not to throw salt on. proceed with caution; danger ahead. “ i like it. ” he adds it after a moment, not wanting her to be insulted by his silence. change is always hard to wrap your head around and in all fairness, the last few months of their lives has been kind of insane.
he’s just pushing some hair behind her hair, about to close the gap between them and kiss her, when her words wash over him like ice-water. he freezes, fingers stilling where they’ve loosely tangled in her hair. a strangled noise catches in his throat, half question half panc, before he slowly pulls his hand back. alarm bells are screeching in his head and he can almost picture his brain cells scurrying back and forth with their hands thrown up and anxiety flooding their synapses. SHE DOESN’T REMEMBER HIM. THIS IS DEFCON 1 TERRITORY. “ you’re kidding, right ? ha-ha, very funny clary ... somebody call comedy central. ” despite the light tone, his stomach is flipping unpleasantly. if she doesn’t remember him, that means she doesn’t remember anything; their relationship, her complicated family dynamics, and — oh god. her mom. she won’t remember what happened with her mom. he can feel the anxiety starting to swell, smile twisting into a look of dismay as he blinks stupidly. “ it’s me ... simon ? simon lewis ? we’ve only been best friends since — well, forever. ” he rocks on the heels of his beaten up converse, worry creasing his brows. “ — you didn’t hit your head when you turned up here ... did you ? ”
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please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead. he’s repeating the words like a mantra as he turns down a poorly lit alley, wishing not for the first time that he’d brought reinforcements. he might not be as defenseless as he was when he was human but everyone knows numbers are always an advantage if things get physical. he’d only heard whispers at the bar, some drunk guy telling his friend about an animal attack, but he felt compelled to go check it out.
sometimes being a nice guy sucks.
he shines the light from his phone into the alley, eyes adjusting to the darkness without too much difficulty giving his enhanced sight. he doesn’t see anybody though; at least not at first. when they move, his expression goes from curious to concerned as he approaches. “ hello ? is someone there ? ” he only stops when they do, lowering his phone slightly so he can try to get a good look at them. for all he knows, this was a trap and he’s just walked straight into it. good one, lewis.
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CLARY, F
“Simon.” His names left her lips in a relieved exhale, and she practically threw herself at him as he approached. Arms wound tight around his neck, she was hesitant to let go as though afraid that he, too, would slip away. “I’m so happy to see you.” Her words waver, and she finally pulls back a little so that she could see his face. “What happened to your glasses?” The question came instantly, her brow furrowed as she looked him over. “You can’t see at all without them.” Shaking her head as though to shake off the distraction, she began to speak again. “Simon, my mom is gone. Someone or something is after her, and she sent me away through this…” she stopped, shaking her head. “I think I must be hallucinating, or drugged. Simon, I’m seeing things and I have no idea where we are, and I just really need to find my mom.”
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as she returns the embrace, he can’t help the smile that warms his features. he’s just about to lean in and kiss her — because he can do that now. they’re dating — when her words cause him to pause. confused, he blinks. “ i haven’t worn them in months. ” he replies with a puzzled look. “ it’s not like i need them anymore. vamp vision, remember ? you sure you’re feeling okay ? ”
the more she talks, the more he doesn’t need her to answer. something is seriously wrong. it’s almost like — he freezes.
“ hold on. ” he holds up his hand, drawing her attention so he can confirm. the theory is ... well it’s crazy. people don’t actually develop spontaneous bouts of amnesia in real life. or do they? a few weeks ago he would have said people couldn’t be teleported into other dimensions too but clearly that’s not true. “ that was months ago. ” his stomach flips, thinking about how much has changed in that amount of time; like her mother’s death, her evil dad, and the fact that they’re together.
shit. shit, shit, shit.
“ not good. ” he murmurs, despair in his tone. “ oh this is so not good. ”
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LIGHTWOOD, A
THROUGH NARROWED HAZEL HUES the male studied his surroundings, bow drawn with an arrow ready to fly toward an enemy. The enemy that no longer stood before him, who had seemingly vanished into thin air. Or, was it he that had vanished? Sheathing the arrow, he then slung the bow over his shoulder, pale lips pressing into a thin line as his brow furrowed. Humming momentarily, Alec continued to take in his surroundings, the large buildings were entirely foreign to him, he could tell from the lack of bustle on the streets that he definitely was not in New York City anymore. A hand combed back through ebony locks as the six foot something male groaned, knowing that he would have to make himself visible to the mundane population if he had any hope of finding out where he was.
SLIPPING THE STELE from his pocket, the male then swiped it over one of his runes, sighing softly for a moment. Shoving the object back into his pocket, Alec then wandered out into the street in hope of finding someone who could help shed some light on the situation he found himself in. “Excuse me,” He flashed a fake smile in the direction of the being before him. “I think I’m lost, would you mind telling me where we are?” Confusion filtered over the shadow hunter’s face as he peered away from the other, studying his surroundings. He couldn’t help but wonder if any fellow shadow hunters had ended up following him to, wherever the hell he was.
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ever since arriving in reprieve, simon’s had his eyes peeled looking for the others. he doesn’t know what brought him here, or why, but after seeing clary he’d hoped that meant the rest wouldn’t be far behind. he hears alec before he sees him. he breaks off mid-conversation with a kid he’s been debating flash vs kid flash with for the last hour, apologizing profusely as he follows the sound of alec’s irritated timber. they might not be best friends but a familiar face is a familiar face.
“ we’re in the matrix, buddy. ” he answers before the stranger can, mumbling an apology after. “ sorry. my bad. got excited. ” the sheepish smile would probably flush his cheeks if he were still human but that shipped sailed a long time ago. “ it’s red pill time. as far as i know, there’s no way out. ” he knows that’s N O T going to be what alec wants to hear but better to start with the bad news and then soften the blow with some good news. “ — but i did score free froyo for life. it weirdly does make things a little less terrible. it’s actually a funny story — ” he’ll proceed to tell the whole tale too, include his harrowing rescue, if given the opportunity to. he can’t help himself.
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( tagging @shebanshee )
knowing he’s not alone, that some fixtures of his former life still exist here in this straight-out-of-a-sci-fi-movie town, has been a relief. with clary around, he’s felt it easier to breathe when the panic sets in and the homesickness threatens to pull him under. so when he spots her from across the supermarket, he abandons his cookie crisp cereal and comes up from behind her. “ guess who. ” he teases, grin on his face before shifting to stand in front of her. “ you’re — wait. ” he pauses, brows furrowed. there’s something ... different, about her. “ hold on. when did you decide to go blonde ? ”
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( tagging @mundanelife )
he’s paging through a worn copy of anne rice’s interview with a vampire as he sits on a restaurant patio, sipping an arnold palmer through a bendy straw as the muffled sounds of the worst summer playlist ever crackles through an ageing sound-system. he likes the beach boys, don’t get him wrong, but all beach boys all the time is a bit much — even by his standards.
a sigh slips past his lips as wouldn’t it be nice plays for the fourth time in a row, dog-earring his page as he looks up and sees what he assumes has to be a mirage. for weeks, he’d been looking everywhere for a familiar face. for clary, izzy, jace — hell, he’d even settle for alec. they were nowhere to be seen. until now, that is, because clary’s staring at him like she’s seen a ghost, too. “ oh thank god. ” the last word catches slightly, his entire body scrambling to vault over the fencing and land right in front of her. “ clary ! you’re here. i was seriously starting to think i was losing it. total truman show paranoia. ”
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ft. @mundanelife
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( alberto rosende, 18, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, SIMON LEWIS who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE/DAYLIGHTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine ACCOUNTING TEXTBOOKS WITH SONG LYRICS SCRIBBLED INTO THE MARGINS, SIPPING BLOOD FROM CAPRI SUN POUCHES, AND WEARING YOUR HEART NOT ON YOUR SLEEVE BUT ETCHED INTO YOUR VISAGE; EXPOSED FOR ALL TO SEE.
i.
simon’s the youngest of two children. his older sister, rebecca, has two years on him, and his parents were high school sweethearts turned life partners. things were good. great, even. he had a great family, a best friend who lived a throwing distance away in clary, and a grandmother who was suffocatingly sweet in how she loved them. everything was perfect.
perfect, however, can never last forever.
his father, levi, is sick most of his life. but he’s the healthy kind of sick — the kind of sick you almost forget about because it’s always been part of your story. when he has a heart attack, shortly after simon’s 14th birthday, his death is a shock. no one saw it coming.
his mother starts drinking. his sister’s 16, buries herself in her relationship, and simon does his best to pick up the slack. it’s a rough few years but eventually his mom cleans up, gets her 30 day chip, and then a year, and things almost feel normal again. or at least, less like they’re teetering on the edge of chaos.
if he makes safe choices, doesn’t rock the boat, it’s because he’s been paddling alone all his life. he doesn’t know what happens when he stops.
ii.
he’s 18 when he finds out that all of the legends are true. some that he hasn’t even heard of. demons, vampires, werewolves, faeries — all true. except instead of van helsing doing the hunting they’re called shadowhunters and clary, his clary, is one of them. his best friend. he’s worried — for her safety, what these revelations mean, and if maybe they’ve all entered some kind of trippy twilight zone — when being in the right place at the wrong time gets him pulled into their world.
correction: his world now.
camille belcourt feeds him her blood which leads to hallucinations; fear that he’s becoming a vampire. in search of answers he turns back up at the dumort, only to walk straight into his own death. instead of staying dead forever, raphael gives clary the choice and she chooses life; or at least, the undead version.
he becomes a vampire.
he chokes on the names of his god.
he wonders if it was the right choice.
iii.
being a vampire? not all it’s cracked up to be. as a vegetarian, simon takes great offence to drinking blood. he drinks enough to get by, though sometimes has a tendency to starve himself until he’s desperate. he doesn’t like being a vampire, though he has come to appreciate some of the perks.
it also helps that after drinking jace’s blood, he’s a daylighter. no more hiding in the shadows for this vamp.
after years of being clary’s best friend, of treading carefully in the friendzone, something sparked between them. they kissed and decided to give things a try.
so of course, it only makes sense that that’s the moment he gets portaled into some alternate dimension where all of his friends are gone.
he takes up residence in a vacant mini-home on some lot in echo. houses for the displaced are popping up everywhere, taking advantage of the newcomers’ desperation, but he figures squatting until he can figure out how to get home is better than trying to navigate home loans in what he isn’t convinced isn’t some advanced version of the sims. or worse.
he’s been around reprieve for a few weeks so assuming connections is fine by me!
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BREWER, T
“hide with me.” talia’s fingers wrapped around the stranger’s bicep as she pulled them into the alley, behind the over-sized dumpsters. she’d slid a hand over their mouth at the same time. she didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then started to speak in a low whisper. “we’re going to be stuck here for a while if they stay out there. don’t move, don’t scream. got it?” she raised her eyebrows, then took her hand off their mouth. “do you have anything on you?”
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vampiric reflexes don’t keep him from stumbling as someone grabs him, dropping into a crouch so he can hide as instructed. the hand over his mouth draws a look of surprise, eyes narrowing after he’s told not to scream. maybe, okay, he is of the ‘ scream first, think logically second ’ mentality but she doesn’t know that. he’s offended. or he would be offended if he could talk but someone’s got his mouth covered. once she pulls it back, his lips twist slightly as he shakes his head. “ first of all, that was rude. ” maybe uncalled for, too, but he leaves that out. “ second of all ... i have 40 cents, a flash drive with dubbed sailor moon anime, and — uh, half a pack of rolos. ” he hands them over to her — minus the flash drive, because that was expensive. “ next question: why exactly are we hiding ? just so i can be prepared. for, uh, whatever it is we’re hiding from. ”
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That’s what family is for, Fray
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thank you for sharing your story, simon
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