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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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Oh, I could. [And don't you forget it.
The look on her face turns thoughtful as his expression changes, and Caroline finds herself torn. The easy thing here would be to let herself slip back into their old routine, their old rhythm. The easy banter and tension under insults and hostility. But the problem is their old rhythm led them to a point of no return, and she's not sure what to do with that now. It was on the terms of a promise now made useless.
Caroline can't play this game the same way anymore. She's got to confront and establish the rules. Also? She really does kind of need a friend right now. Even if it has to be Klaus and even if "friend" isn't exactly ever going to be quite the right word.]
Okay. [She accepts the thinly-veiled attempt at peace, at acceptance. At being friendly. ..Ish.] But. [She holds a finger up.] As friends.
[She isn't looking him in the eye now, in fact she's sort of starting to walk a little parallel to the shore, and she's certainly talking a lot with her hands.] I'm not talking about the kind of friends that may or may not have made certain - choices - and discussed or admitted certain things that could blur, or, you know, destroy the lines in the past. [ahem] More like friends that.. I don't know, Facebook friends that moved away and haven't seen each other for a really long time but-
[She stops walking and looks over at him, frustrated, embarrassed, lacking the words to properly explain this in the way she wants to. She gives up on the analogies and just expresses her current, exhausted feelings.]
It's been a really long day and I just don't want all that other stuff being a thing right now.
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Their last run-in when he visited Mystic Falls certainly put them in an odd position, but truthfully he would rather they have some sort of positive tie to each other than not.
That doesn't mean Klaus won't play like he's considering it, with a thoughtful look in her direction as he watches her pace back and forth. ]
Friends... [ He muses this out loud before his expression softens into a slight smile. ] I think that's doable, if that's what you want.
[ Naturally, he would want more, but he's well aware the possibility of that happening is slim. There is still a draw here, to be on some sort of friendly terms. ]