Help Wanted || Yorkman
Each word that fell from Daniel’s lips was yet another parasite of doubt that dug it’s spurs into her, worming their way past the seemingly indestructible facade of strength and apathy that shrouded the girl. Each coaxing encouragement or sliver of hope handed to her broke her down, whispered promises of a new life, a new her and brought them ever closer to existence. There was a battle raging inside of her, a battle between the bitter twisted version and the - much younger - innocent version of herself. That version was that of a girl who also carried the load of difference and exile, but still had that ounce of belief in people, in herself - that they could change and be better. That still hoped that people were good.Tinsley was quiet for a long time, her lips pursed as she picked absently at the edge of her sleeve. Images flashed behind dark - once expressive - glazed eyes. Images of the faces that haunted her sleep and her days, the faces she’d see when she closed her eyes and those that she would catch glimpses of staring at her solemnly as elevator doors closed. Faces that were no longer of this world, but chased her in hers. The faces of those she had killed, of those she kills and of those she would inevitably kill. Always with same question in their eyes, burning like brimstone; why? Why them, why now, why her? It was that same question that used to fill her with a perverted type of glee, that feeling that used to fill the gaping hole in her chest, that made it easier for her to breath as the days trudged on. Because she could. Because she felt like it. Because she was told. Because she liked it.
But that feeling had worn off. It had mutated into a weary type of melancholy, an anchor that she dragged behind her, everyday of her life. Getting increasingly heavier as the days, weeks, years past. People dropping like flies into the wake of chaos that was her life. She killed because that’s all she knew, all she knew was destruction, relationships, lives, they all merge into one. If destruction was all she knew, then her life molded to becoming good at it, and she was, she was magnificent at it. Tinsley York didn’t do anything by halves at that included murder. But know what was her life, could she even call it a life? It more likely resembled the shell of one. How long had it been since she had smiled and felt it, really felt it, that buzzing glow of happiness that started in the very core of you and spread to your toes, fingertips and the tip of your nose. Five years? More than.
Tinsley knew that she was bad, because no matter how much she tired, she couldn’t not like killing people. Not in the sense of enjoying taking someones life so much, but at the fulfillment of a purpose. The prize at the end of a long hard chase. A quiet predator stalking her prey and then taking the target by the throat. She supposed it was the power that she held in that moment, that moment where she had someones life in her small hand and the power to crush it - if she so chose. Power did things to people. There was only one thing that was comparable to it… Healing. Tinsley had been given two gifts, the ability to detriment someones health, and to restore it. When Tinsley healed someone she was giving them a sliver of her soul, her very essence. It was a toll on her own physicality that she had to pay when she brought someone back from the brink of death. But what was priceless was the indescribable feeling she felt when she saw what she could do when she wanted. That bright glowing light, that she saw, that rolled off of her and the person or people she was saving. It filled her up with the utmost peace and serenity, like she was untouchable, invincible…perfect.
A sob bubbled up from deep within her and expelled itself from her lips, it shook the very foundation of her being. She longed for that perfect feeling, for that serenity and peace. That happiness. All she had ever longed for was to be happy, and what Daniel was suggesting could well bring her that - if she could just find it in her to let go of her past, of this thing that was holding her back. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore…” her voice cracked in multiple places, her chest felt like it was caving in. “I don’t know who I am.” Tinsley shook her head as if she could rid herself of these traitorous feelings and go back to the void she had lived in before Daniel had literally popped into it. “I can’t…I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know how to be-be…me.” She couldn’t look at him, she was too ashamed at her weakness.
Daniel was careful to gage her reaction, he was looking for any hope that he might be able to get that he was reaching her. In sense Daniel knew he could help her, he could help others. Maybe he’d even be able to help Jetta someday, pull out of the darkness she’d buried herself into since he’d died all those years ago. It was something he was working towards, but not yet something he could face. It was cowardly, he knew this, but he was determined to do the best he could. Tinsley York was the first step. Daniel had remembered her, from all those years ago. Back before he’d died, before they’d all gotten powers, and their world turned upside down. While he’d been popular in high school he’d by no means been a snob and he remembers her running about with Jude, Ruby, and Adam. They’d been an odd bunch but they were all nice people and so Daniel appreciated them. Tinsley had always been a character of course but back than there had been something much lighter about her. Now though, staring at the woman before him, he was scared there was nothing left of that girl.
Shaking that thought he refused to believe that could be anywhere near the truth, there had to be a part of her that felt remorse, that didn’t want to be like this. For a moment he recalls the moment once upon a time that she’d saved his life. Given him a chance to make amend for what he’d down when he’d killed Nate. If he’d gone to jail there was no way he would have been able to help all the people he had over the years. While none of that never seemed to equal out for the life he’d taken, he was doing much more good out her than he ever would have done in jail. He owed her his freedom. Probably much more then that if he was honest. These thought only made him more determined to help her. His shoulders settled back and his back straightened giving the appearance of his confidence while not coming across as cold or unwelcoming. The look in his
It only took a moment for it to happen but it seemed to happen in just seconds as he watched the transformation of emotions run across Tinsley’s face. It seemed for a moment she was contemplating many things and Dan worried she might just be thinking of how she would kill him, but suddenly a sob was raking her tiny frame and he was watching the walls crumble revealing a very broken girl. Daniel’s heart went out to her and he wanted nothing more than to help her in any way he could to put the pieces of her life back together. Getting up he moved to sit on the coffee table in front of her. He made sure to move slowly as to not rouse her or alarm her. Sitting down on the edge he carefully reached his hand out and rested it on her knee. “Tinsely,” His word were quite and he stared at her with those big brown eyes a warmth in them Tinsley hadn’t probably seen a few years. “I can help you.” His words spoke of promises he was determined to keep.
Better than anyone Daniel knew what it was like to feel that lost. The all consuming fear that came with that and he would never want that for anyone. Giving her knee a small squeeze he began to speak once more. “You’re not alone, you don’t have to do any of this by yourself. We all make mistakes but no one is too far gone for redemption. You could do so much good if you just opened yourself up to it. There are so many people out there who could us that help.” Daniel had seen them, far and wide, everywhere he went there were people who need help, help only people like they could give. “A long time ago, you gave me the chance to right my wrongs. You helped me run after I killed Nate, Tinsley. You gave the chance to do something good with my life and for the last five years I’ve been doing everything in my power to make good on that chance you gave me. I want to help you now. I want to give you that chance.” His words dripped with sincerity that was mirrored in his eyes as he swallowed hard at the memory of that night. “What do you say Tins, let me help you. Let me return the favor. I owe you my life and I can never begin to tell you how much that means to me or even pay you back for that but I want to try.”Looking down at the ground for a moment he prayed his words would only sink in so that he could reach her. Nothing would be worse than failing her right now. “You are not alone in this Tinsley.” His words spoke of promises he would keep but more importantly they spoke of hope.
(via tinslut)
Well since the cats out of the bag….
I can proudly say I have never murdered anyone - which is an accomplish for us lot. Speaking of which, settling down was a pretty big accomplishment for me to. We’re all moving on with our lives, it seems.
Not really though.Now that you aren’t in hiding, maybe you can be one of my groomsmen at my wedding. I’ll have a whole line up of fellas - yourself, Jon being the best man obviously, Sam, and Charlie. I am not sure if Mia, that’s my fiance, will have all that many bridesmaids, unless she pays some girls. I’m sure you can hook in with one of them, that is unless you have a girlfriend? Not that infidelity isn’t a practically renowned vice I practice myself or anything like that.
Nah man girlfriends always tend to be more hassle and drama than their worth anymore, so I’m more than happy to take advantage of any of the poor lonely woman mourning your leave from the single world at your wedding. Not to mention putting me in your wedding just upped my chances of getting laid by like twenty. Although this does mean I’ll have to find a date for this shindig.
(Source: daniel-osterman)
Well since the cats out of the bag….
Seems like a third of the old Devil Town gang are felons. Ah, nostalgia sweeping in. I’m just trying to do my bid in helping society by blessing them with my face and body. Honestly, flying under the radar for me would be far too cruel for humanity.
And here everyone was thinking you’d be on that list, I guess one Melrose is plenty for the correctional facilities to handle. I’m sure the woman of the world would be upset, a disservice to them all. Although I heard you’ve hooked yourself up to an old ball and chain, I’m sure your fan base isn’t too thrilled about that. Or you know a certain blonde.
(Source: daniel-osterman)
Well since the cats out of the bag….
I suppose it wouldn’t kill me to get out and be more social. What the hell is there to do in this town anyways?
Well shit, isn’t this an unsuspecting blast from the past. I pegged you to be hiding out somewhere more exotic, like Puerto Rico or Brazil. Well, anyway, welcome back, Osterman. I can’t tell whether your sudden departures mean you’re simply MIA or temporarily dead, but it’s nice you’re showing your face off again.
Yeah, it seems I’m pretty damn good at flying under the radar, you know whether its dying or just running from the law. Its funny no matter where I ran though, there was you obnoxiously large billboard. See you chose to put your pretty face to good use, nicely done Melrose.
Well since the cats out of the bag….
I suppose it wouldn’t kill me to get out and be more social. What the hell is there to do in this town anyways?
