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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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Brows raised defensively as Hayley explains, Caroline has to stop herself from interjecting. But then she makes the comment about Tyler's trustworthiness and it gives her pause.
Significant pause.
Because she gets it. Caroline doesn't know of Hayley's involvement in New Orleans, not in the slightest, so she doesn't understand the connection. However, with her heart on her sleeve at all times, she can't hide the way her eyes darken, her gaze softens. It's recognition of Tyler's flaws and a reflection of the deep hurt that still lingers in her chest.
Caroline glances away, firm stance relaxing a fraction. She's no longer tense like she's on the verge of lashing out.]
He still didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve working that hard and bonding with all of those people, and you, only to lose all of it because of some- [A beat. She looks at Hayley.] Did you get what you wanted? Was it worth it?
[Although her tone remains accusatory, she's genuinely curious.</small]
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So instead, she wrapped her arms around her middle and averted her gaze, lifting one shoulder in a shrug as she scowled fiercely at nothing in particular. ]
Maybe. Sort of. It gave me a direction and I found the answers I'd been looking for. Along with a much bigger mess in the long run. Was it worth it?
[ There's something like pain that flickers briefly in her gaze, sharp and stabbing, and then she clenches her jaw, stubborn. ]
Maybe. Maybe it will be. Eventually. He wasn't the only one who lost them, you know. Or the others... [ She trails off, frowning, then shakes her head before finally looking back to meet Caroline's gaze, defensive and unhappy. ] Desperate people don't make the best decisions. I'm sorry I couldn't help him. That what happened happened. I guess I owe you an apology, too. I... hadn't planned on that. On any of that.
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But when Hayley gets to the apologies? Caroline doesn't really know what to do.
Because when people are genuine with her, even people she actively dislikes, even people who don't deserve any chances, she has a tendency to give them a break. Even if said break is only biting her tongue. Maybe a little while ago it would have been easier for her to dismiss the half-apology, to completely ignore the self-admitted desperate reason. She'd done some not so great things in desperation to save her friends.
She barely knew a thing about Hayley. And maybe now she gets that even though she thought she gave the werewolf a chance, maybe she didn't. It's not a nice pill to swallow. Which shows in the way she seems reluctant to reply, the slight sour look on her lips.]
Okay. [It's as close as she can get to accepting the sorta apology. At least right now. Her tone's still clipped, but she's no longer on the offense.]
Just, maybe next time? See if there's a better way to get what you want. Maybe a way that involves talking instead of neck-breaking?
[Also as close as she can get to extending the olive branch. An offer to at least consider hearing her out and possibly helping, if things get bad enough.]
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Ugh. Talking is so unreliable. And it takes too long. What's Option C?
[ Because maybe trying to lighten the topic will ease some of the discomfort she still feels over everything that had happened, and her own part in the mess it had become. ]