Petrichor - e.mikaelson

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Frankie had been living in New Orleans for four months before things flipped and the world she was trying to escape from came crashing back. She hadn't talked to anyone from Mystic Falls in that time, she hadn't talked to anyone who was even supernatural in that time. The farther she ran from California the freer she felt and the more sure of her decision to escape she was.

Though one wouldn't expect it, disappearing into nothingness was harder than it seemed, despite tossing her sim card and deleting any social media that was linked to her name they still managed to find her on occasion. She wasn't sure if they banded together to search for her or if they were on their own individual quests but twice she'd gotten calls from Klaus and once she'd received one from Damon. Each time she picked up the phone to an unknown number and heard their voices she'd hung up without a word, blocking them and changing her number and yet they continued to come.

Despite the difficulties she faced in hiding away, she settled in nicely to the life she created for herself in New Orleans. While the city was certainly a fraction of the size of where she'd lived in California, it still was bigger than Mystic Falls and she found herself able to slot into life there with ease and little explanation. She'd found herself a job at another bar and though the work was boring and the customers at time much flirtier than she was pleased with, she didn't mind it.

The solitude of life in a city where she knew no one was welcome. She was able to put a deposit on a small studio in the French Quarter with her savings from her time working at The Grill and it was close enough that she could skate to work every day. While she hadn't intended on staying and working in New Orleans as long as she did, she found she liked the energy and anonymity of the city, that and with the town constantly flooded with tourists, they were prone to tipping well, subsiding her lifestyle with ease.

It was a nice life that she'd made for herself here, more peaceful than she'd had in a long time though she did sometimes feel a little lonely. She had been inducted into the local skate scene which gave her a collection of friends to turn to if she wanted though she tended to keep herself at bay, chatting at the park but not exactly diving fully into their social scene.

The bar she worked at had some interesting people, there was a grad student who'd recently moved to New Orleans too who she got on best with. They enjoyed analysing customers at the bar as well as making fun of the men who tried to flirt with them in more and more extravagant means.

Frankie was visiting her now, her board tucked beneath her arm as she called out with glee. Though she wasn't supposed to work today, Cami was and she'd come by on her way to the grocery store knowing she'd be there.

"Camille," Frankie called lightly to her friend, "light of my life, fire in my loins. My sin, my sou-

"Please stop quoting Lolita to me," Cami held up her hand with a laugh, "My god, if I'm your Dolores does that make you Humbert Humbert?"