There was no shame in Klausâ actions.  â  No attempt to hide in the shadows as teeth sunk a little deeper into his meal for this evening. He wasnât feeding as much lately. Not out of fear of being caught ( the Mikaelson hybrid rarely felt such an emotion ) but out of caution that Romania was perhaps not as well-populated as it used to be. Humans seemed few and hard to find right now, surrounded instead by a combination of supernatural scents that gave him a headache. It wouldnât do well to run out of food too fast, too soon. This meant that when he did finally feast, he did so unabashedly. Not a single care in the world.  â â  Who was going to stop him? Only a fool would dare try. Fingers unwind from blonde hair at the sound of approaching footsteps and Niklaus took one last gulp before finally tearing himself away from his victimâs neck, bright-yellow eyes finding the source of their interruption.  â Donât you know itâs rude to bother a man during dinner, mate? â
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I wonder, Klaus. As someone whoâs been one step ahead for a thousand years, were you prepared for this?
The Vampire Diaries 3.09Â âHomecomingâ
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Curious, and maybe even a little hopeful, eyes have been watching the blonde for a while now, trying to decide if this was a trick or a treat. It couldnât be her.  ââ  Could it? Klaus Mikaelson should know better than to question the probability of oneâs existence when his very own should be impossible. A thousand year old vampire turned hybrid, approaching impending fatherhood, reigning over New Orleans. Striking fear into peopleâs hearts with the mere mention of his name. He lived in a world where just about anything could happen and it did, frequently, but doubt still weighed deep in his stomach. He couldnât bear to taste the bitterness of disappointment if he was to learn this wasnât the woman he once promised last love. Just days ago, he came across a woman with the face of Katerina and not an ounce of Elena Gilbertâs personality. Expected, he supposed, from a doppelganger, but still enough to leave him cautious. This was not a world Klaus was familiar with and while the woman he could see looked like someone he used to know, there was no guarantee she was.Â
That said  â  heâd never been one to run. Not unless his father was chasing at least and that hadnât been a problem for quite some time now. No, he preferred to confront it head on, feet moving forward to get a little closer.  ââ  Klaus realises then that he canât be wrong. For starters, that never happens.  Secondly, thereâs no one else this person can be. From the familiar scent and the poise she holds herself in, to the warm buzz of excitement that only flares up when in her presence, this woman is completely, irrevocably Caroline Forbes.  â Of all the apocalypses in all the land, what are the chances we both fell into the same one? â  Words were drawled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he edged even closer.  â Hello, love. â
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Empty tin can rattled loudly as Negan successfully tossed another pebble inside, like some cheap - ass game of basketball. He supposed this was as good as sports got now, with the whole world gone to shit. He misses it sometimes. Being on the court with his kids ( students ) and shooting hoops. Shooting anything that wasnât an actual gun. Sometimes he thinks heâs luckier than most, âcause at least the world he came from had already long - gone to shit, giving him some experience before arriving at the Satanâs armpit that was this place. Other times, he thinks not otherwise. Thereâs only so much apocalypse one prick can take before he starts to lose his goddamn mind and Negan thinks he might just be reaching his limit.  â Shit. â  The man breathed out, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose between finger and thumb before turning to the nearest person. He craves the conversation, something to keep him distracted.  â Y â know what Iâd kill for right now?  â  A motherfucking cheeseburger. â
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Quiet whistles filled the otherwise silent air lingering around him, careful fingers rearranging barbed wire still wrapped so delicately around his beloved baseball bat. She hasnât seen much trauma yet. Nothing compared to what she wouldâve seen if Negan had stayed in his world, but he doesnât know that. All he knows is heâs gotta keep her clean.  â You should see this place, Lu. I mean, we thought Virginia had gone to hell, but this?  This is some real I Am Legend shit. Feel like Iâm in the goddamn Hunger Games. Keep expecting my ass to get thrown in an arena and told the odds are ever in my favour. â  Both words and actions paused before he huffed out a low chuckle, as if amused.  â Shit. Sorry, baby. I know you hated those films. â  Typical Lucille. Heart was always too big for this world. Maybe it was best she didnât live long enough to see what it had become after all.  â  Or maybe he just tells himself that to soften the grief. It doesnât work.  Approaching footsteps briefly distract him and dark, tired eyes glance up, not even looking a little ashamed that heâs been busted talking to an inanimate object.  â Can I help you with somethinâ? â
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GODDAMN   â  Negan was going insane here. Donât get him wrong, the universe he came from? Not doing much better. Talk about a shitshow from hell, but at least he knew his bearings there. There was some familiarity. Some companionship too, with the handful of survivors heâd managed to scoop together to create a group. He didnât have either of those two things here. Here, everybody was a stranger and so were his surroundings.  â We are definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto. â  Grunts were directed at a dog heâs somehow managed to befriend, large hand petting itâs head while he tried to figure out where the shit he was. It wasnât the first time his ass got lost. Wouldnât be the last either, much to his constant fucking irritation.Â
Neganâs knuckles whiten as spare hand tightens grip around the bat that goes everywhere with him, even apparently Romania. He hasnât seen any Walkers since waking up here, but he ainât dumb enough to believe that doesnât mean some canât be lurking. Especially not when heâs just heard a twig snap behind him.  â I guess the teddy bearâs were right that I was in for a big - ass surprise if I went down to the woods today. â  He spoke, gradually turning to squint at the bushes, hoping to get a better look â â  trying to decipher if they were alive or dead.  â Am I interrupting your picnic? â
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â â Warnings had been made, loud and clear though not followed. That was hardly Claireâs fault, if anything it was their fault for not listening â for continuing to PUSH the womans limits. Of course she was going to react. Never tempt an V A M P I R E, theyâll follow through on their word. Each and every single time. CRUNCH. Broken step upon rubble and stone is pressed to the earth indicating a new arrival, lithe form is turning to face them instantly; âYou have terrible timing.â ââ
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A quiet night.  â  Thatâs all he wanted. That was all Van ever wanted, but he had learnt a long time ago that quiet nights simply did not exist. Werewolves and vampires, sure. Split personalities that could turn a man into a monster, but a night of peace? Impossible. Chaos and commotion seemed to follow the infamous hunter wherever he went, even when he landed back in Romania with no memories of his travels. He swore heâd never come back here. Not after Anna.  â And you have terrible instincts. â  Most creatures that came face to face with him had the good sense to show some awareness, but this one seemed either oblivious or uncaring. If he were anywhere else, he would assume his reputation had not reached this land, but so close to Transylvania? Also impossible.  â Am I interrupting something? â
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CAMERON MONAGHAN
Shameless S11E11Â âThe Fickle Lady is Calling it Quitsâ
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The world may have ended but CAMERON MONAGHAN is still around, actually I think that might be IAN GALLAGHERÂ ( TWENTY - FOUR )Â Â from SHAMELESS US. While the apocalypse might have changed them theyâre still COURAGEOUS and PIG-HEADED, I guess thatâs how theyâll survive here. Turns out they came from a universe where HE WAS GETTING READY TO GO TO PRISON, who knows what this one will hold for them.
â name: ian clayton gallagher
â nickname: firecrotch, red
â age: 24
â gender: male
â species: human
â former occupation/s: shopkeeper, soldier, bartender/stripper/dancer & emt.Â
â abilities: medical & weaponry knowledge.Â
â sexuality: homosexual.Â
â born: south side, chicago.Â
â traits: excellent work ethic, courageous, pig-headed, self-conscious, often feels inadequate, dedicated, soft, stubborn & patient. Â
â theme: gasoline by halseyÂ
MORE INFORMATION.Â
â Ian has bipolar disorder.Â
â His timeline is from Season 9, when he was getting ready to go to prison. Back on his meds. Hasnât yet been reunited with Mickey and has no idea they finally got married like he always imagined.
WIKIPEDIA HERE.
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The world may have ended but DEBORAH ANN WOLL is still around, actually I think that might be KAREN PAGEÂ ( THIRTY - SIX )Â from DAREDEVIL / THE PUNISHER SERIES. While the apocalypse might have changed them theyâre still INTELLIGENT and RECKLESS, I guess thatâs how theyâll survive here. Turns out they came from a universe where HELPING FRANK CASTLE ESCAPE POLICE CUSTODY AFTER HE WAS FRAMED FOR MURDER BY BILLY RUSSO, who knows what this one will hold for them.
â name: karen page
â nickname: k
â age: 36
â gender: female
â species: human
â former occupation/s: office manager for nelson & murdocks, investigative journalist for new york bulletin.Â
â abilities: master investigator, multi-lingual and enough combat knowledge to defend herself when she needs to be.Â
sexuality: pansexual.Â
born: fagan corners, vermont.Â
last lived in: new york.
traits: intelligent, reckless, forgiving, empathetic, soft in nature â but able to switch it off if she needs to be tough, curious, cunning, optimistic & an unshakeable loyalty.Â
theme: rise up by andra day
MORE INFORMATION.
â Thereâs not much to put here other than Karen is based not long after the hospital scene in The Punisher, where she helped break Frank out of hospital after realising he was framed. Still thinks Russo is alive.Â
WIKIPEDIA HERE.
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â ⟠Typical response from a man of seemingly one track. If it doesnât suit him and somehow offer a benefit, Klaus doesnât care. âElsewhere.â Itâs without a doubt the DUMBEST thing heâs said to her, period. Given that heâs posed countless threats before, perhaps that says enough for itself. âThe world has ended and you think I have control over who goes where?â Laughable really, but when has she ever accounted Klaus for being SENSABLE. Never. âThereâs no reason for me to help someone like you Klaus. Whatever you THINK you can hold over me? â Iâm not the same person I was the last time you saw me.â Point blank, a favor wasnât going to happenâ certainly not for NOTHING in return.
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Klaus makes no attempt to disguise the eyeroll her words coax out of him.  â Always with the dramatics, you and your friends. If this was the end of the world, love, we wouldnât be standing here having this conversation. No, this is just new beginnings. And magic. â  Heâd been alive a long time now. Enough to know the unexplained could, in fact, always be explained, if one delved deep enough.  â I think youâve always got a trick up your sleeve, little witch. â  Itâs surprisingly a compliment. As frustrating as the woman had proven to be in the past, constantly attempting to thwart Klausâ plans, he would be a fool and a liar to pretend she didnât impress.  â No, youâre not. But then, neither am I. Iâm soon to be a father now, Ms Bennett. And I must find my daughter. You understand I canât take no for an answer. â
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â ⟠Between all the death and manipulation she had dealt with back in Mystic Falls, itâs not entirely a surprise to find that thereâs a magic strong enough to pull a multitude of universes together. Had it been slightly terrifying to not know where you are, WHY youâre there? Of course but it was quickly realized there was no changing your fate, not this time. Things here were definitely harder with life only truly GOOD in the center of the town, and even then was it really good? An element of normalcy sure, but things were limited including resources. Perhaps that was why people kept exploring the outskirts, trying to see what they could salvage. Bonnie had been no different, but it wasnât for empty bottles of booze or canned food. No what she was searching for was items of a more NATURAL state, things to keep her rooted to her magic.
 Had she been anyone else, perhaps someone like Matt, she would have thought twice about being alone on the outskirts of the only thriving life force. However with hardly any threats to her there didnât seem a point. Or there hadnât been until today for as the wind shifts through the trees she can SENSE something different; something familiar. âThatâs not possible.â Whispered words of reassurance leave, keeping her back turned from the oncoming foot steps; ignoring the swell of emotion building in her chest. He was d e a d, had been for years before sheâd even been SUCKED into this wasteland. Magic was strong, but Bonnie knew better than anyone, it wasnât that strong. Not without a price. â
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There was something so familiar about the scent Tyler found himself tracking. Something strong. It reminded him of home. Of Mystic Falls and friendship. Of a comfort he thought heâd lost when he first woke up in Romania.  â  A place he still doesnât remember travelling to. Doesnât even remember the world ending, but apparently it has, everything outside Devaâs walls lying in desolation. There mustâve been magic involved and maybe thatâs another thing drawing him towards the outskirts. Whatever this scent was, friend or foe, it was powerful. Powerful enough that it might help him find some answers.Â
It doesnât take him long to locate the source. Perks of being a Hybrid. Heâd struggled to find them before, too distracted by a bond that left him imprisoned, but thatâs broken now and he can finally embrace what that means. The gifts that it comes with.  â Hey, I donât think youâre supposed to be this far.. âââ Bon? â  Suddenly, it becomes clear why the scent brought him warmth rather than suspicion. It was Bonnie. Or at least, she smelt like Bonnie. Looked a little different. A little older, and the air around her seems to all but crackle with something that wasnât there before.  â Shit, Bon. You have no idea how good it is to see you again. â  Despite this, he withholds rushing forward. Just in case. Canât be too careful.  â I thought I was the only one of us who got sucked into this shitshow. â
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â & Romania was a tad dramatic if one was to ask Elizbaethâs opinion on the matter, though it certainly wouldnât come across as a complaint. After all it allowed a true reign of FREEDOM. Albeit at the hands of the end of the world, as everyone appeared to know it; but really did it much matter when you were immortal? As with most things in life there was several things to grow accustom to, nothing less rigorous than the change of a century to Elizabeth, but changes all the same. âSo then, where are you supposed to be from?â A casual topic for most but with the undertones of chaos and ruin they have all found themselves in, it holds a double meaning. Fluidity has arms bending upward in time with head canting, spark igniting to a cigarette before metallic click sounds; narrowed gaze cascading over the other.Â
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Well, here they were. It had finally happened.  â  The end of the bloody world. So much for his noble sacrifice saving the day. After all those pesky, failed apocalypse attempts the Slayer prevented, someone had gone and succeeded in bringing their world to ruins. No more football stadiums. No more McDonaldâs. No more of anything really, outside of Deva.  âââ  Heâs been here before. Romania. The Fanged Four had hurricaned their way through, leaving nothing but blood and chaos in their wake. If he closes his eyes, he can still hear Drusillaâs maniacal laughter. When they open though, itâs not a former flame he finds stood before him. No, this was someone new. Someone with a scent he couldnât quite place.  â That all depends on whoâs asking, pet. Canât go exposing all my deepest and darkests to just anyone. â  Though, he supposes, the British accent answers her question for him.Â
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