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entrancelogs2014-10-13 11:15 am
elasticheart) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-13 11:15 am
Baby I need a friend, but I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end. [Open]
Who: Caroline Forbes + YOU
Where: All over!
When: October 13th
Rating: PG-13 to be safe? Will update if needed.
Summary: Caroline arrives in Wonderland. Not sure if like.
Notes: There will be a few starters! Add your own if you like. Prose or action are both fine!
Notes: There will be a few starters! Add your own if you like. Prose or action are both fine!
The Story :
The amount of voicemails she's left in her life has given Caroline the uncanny ability to know instinctively, in her gut, exactly how much time she has to talk before the time runs out. So when her fingertip presses the End Call button on her touchscreen phone this time, she knows she barely has a second to spare before the heartless and emotionless computerized voice asks her if she's satisfied with her message. Hitting it just in time gives her a surge of adrenaline, making her previously steady hands shake ever so slightly as she runs her fingers through her hair. Okay, so maybe the reason she's shaking isn't because of something as lame as the thrill of perfect timing. Maybe it's because of what she left on the voicemail to Stefan and the tightened nerves and emotional release of saying everything she needed to say to someone who won't even call her back. An uneasy feeling in her stomach reminds her of the times she called Tyler, using his voicemail as the only place in the world she could say what she was really feeling, and she's reminded of the trainwreck of that failed relationship. But she refuses to accept defeat with Stefan, wills herself to believe this time it will be different. One of these days, and one of these days soon, by the way, he will pick up the phone and call her back and tell her he's going to help her fix everything. Just like he used to.
Caroline, now more or less back to her optimistic and determined self, receives her check from a pretty waitress at the diner. She leaves cash with more of a tip than she can probably afford, and moves to start carefully packing away the newest batch of occult books she's been reading. When she opens her bag, however, there's something not quite right in the darkness that she sees there. Frozen with a book in hand, her eyes are transfixed by the emptiness staring back at her. At first she thinks she's had way too much coffee and nowhere near enough sleep, but that's nothing new these days with working so hard to get her home back. Then she feels something.
A lurch in the air, a pull in her chest. Startled, she stands clumsily out of her chair and knocks over her coffee cup on the way. With quick reflexes, she moves to catch the cup before it shatters on the ground...
Only to find herself in the middle of a dark forest, feeling dizzy like the entire world flipped upside-down and she's getting used to being on the wrong side of the earth.
The amount of voicemails she's left in her life has given Caroline the uncanny ability to know instinctively, in her gut, exactly how much time she has to talk before the time runs out. So when her fingertip presses the End Call button on her touchscreen phone this time, she knows she barely has a second to spare before the heartless and emotionless computerized voice asks her if she's satisfied with her message. Hitting it just in time gives her a surge of adrenaline, making her previously steady hands shake ever so slightly as she runs her fingers through her hair. Okay, so maybe the reason she's shaking isn't because of something as lame as the thrill of perfect timing. Maybe it's because of what she left on the voicemail to Stefan and the tightened nerves and emotional release of saying everything she needed to say to someone who won't even call her back. An uneasy feeling in her stomach reminds her of the times she called Tyler, using his voicemail as the only place in the world she could say what she was really feeling, and she's reminded of the trainwreck of that failed relationship. But she refuses to accept defeat with Stefan, wills herself to believe this time it will be different. One of these days, and one of these days soon, by the way, he will pick up the phone and call her back and tell her he's going to help her fix everything. Just like he used to.
Caroline, now more or less back to her optimistic and determined self, receives her check from a pretty waitress at the diner. She leaves cash with more of a tip than she can probably afford, and moves to start carefully packing away the newest batch of occult books she's been reading. When she opens her bag, however, there's something not quite right in the darkness that she sees there. Frozen with a book in hand, her eyes are transfixed by the emptiness staring back at her. At first she thinks she's had way too much coffee and nowhere near enough sleep, but that's nothing new these days with working so hard to get her home back. Then she feels something.
A lurch in the air, a pull in her chest. Startled, she stands clumsily out of her chair and knocks over her coffee cup on the way. With quick reflexes, she moves to catch the cup before it shatters on the ground...
Only to find herself in the middle of a dark forest, feeling dizzy like the entire world flipped upside-down and she's getting used to being on the wrong side of the earth.
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impossible or not, the forest does not seem to... end. there is some sort of distortion of space, folding over on itself, or... something similar. it's not his area of expertise, and without equipment Thor could not begin to make a guess.
but for all these reasons, he does hear her voice, and then the sound of someone -- someone human-sized and petite -- moving through the brush.
and that's why Thor drops in on top of her.
hi Caroline ]
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What the actual fu-]
Woah! [Caroline says it like an accusation. As if landing in front of her out of the sky was as insulting as kicking a puppy.
But that's the nerves talking.
Speaking of nerves, Caroline most definitely took a few superspeed steps back when Comet Thor touched down, and currently she's clutching at the top of her dress with one hand, the other outstretched at her side.]
You scared the hell out of me! [Which is true, but she's also.. Incredibly relieved that she isn't alone. Even if said company could potentially be dangerous, right now, she's more thankful than not. Not that it shows. Caroline has to resist the urge to hit him.]
For future reference? A quick: hey look out below might be good.
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[ he says, as he rises... and rises, to his full height of six and a half feet. Thor's smile, though, is both boyish -- and sheepish. ]
I am still working on my... landings, for the people of your world.
[ even as he says it, though his eyes fasten on her in a slightly more intent way. or is he? she moved very quickly. ]
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So not important right now. Caroline refocuses.]
People of my world? [Something tells her this isn't leading to a cheesy pickup line.] Is this the part where you tell me you're an alien?
[Haha. Yeah right. Aliens. Pfft.]
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We are all aliens to one another. And it is... humbling, after being worshiped as a god, to be an alien instead.
[ he chuckles, shaking his head ] ...Some of my people could very much use humbling. Me not least among them.
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So you're a sky god. A god from the sky.
[OK BRO. SURE YOU ARE. She places a hand on her hip and gives him a little sass. At least Thor's distracting her from being scared. That's always good.]
Are you here for some intervention in my kidnapping or am I supposed to get my worshiping on first? Cause, buddy? That's not gonna happen.
[Though Caroline's starting to notice some things. Like his hammer. His clothes. His general... Well, he does have an imposing presence, that's for sure.]
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yeah according to Doctor Octopus in Peter Parker's body, it's just a thing, an aurawell, now he's frowning ]I do not want your worship. [ he shifts, a bit self-conscious for all the cape and the armor and the shiny hammer ] I only thought to help you leave this forest.