Caroline's sense of direction has never been particularly impressive by any standpoint, but this was getting a bit ridiculous. Maybe part of the problem was that she didn't entirely know what she was even looking for; this had started as a simple 'getting a feel for the place' had suddenly turned into a 'where the hell am I' situation.
She doesn't use her naturally enhanced speed just yet; she hasn't gotten that desperate, and she doesn't want to look like a total freak right off the bat (not as freaky as the rest of this freak show, anyway), but as she heads down the thousandth hallway of the hour, she hits a dead end and groans loudly.]
Seriously, what is wrong with this place? Who came up with this floor plan!?
Scum Always Lives: Don't Die
[When she'd started chatting with mister tall, dark and handsome while getting a drink in the city they'd recently arrived in, she hadn't expected to suddenly have a knife in her back when they went out to get some fresh air.
It turned out that Caroline had seemed like quite the little and naive target. Too bad they didn't know that her bite was worse than, well, anything else about her.
Still, as she left the scumbag's now very dead corpse in the alleyway and moved out into the busier street, she knew she wasn't exactly looking very inconspicuous with her bloody clothes and the hole in her back. She pressed a hand against the wound; it would take a little while to close with how deep it was, and it still hurt like a bitch.
At least she'd managed to wipe her mouth clean first.]
caroline forbes ; the vampire diaries
[She feels like she's been doing this for hours.
Caroline's sense of direction has never been particularly impressive by any standpoint, but this was getting a bit ridiculous. Maybe part of the problem was that she didn't entirely know what she was even looking for; this had started as a simple 'getting a feel for the place' had suddenly turned into a 'where the hell am I' situation.
She doesn't use her naturally enhanced speed just yet; she hasn't gotten that desperate, and she doesn't want to look like a total freak right off the bat (not as freaky as the rest of this freak show, anyway), but as she heads down the thousandth hallway of the hour, she hits a dead end and groans loudly.]
Seriously, what is wrong with this place? Who came up with this floor plan!?
Scum Always Lives: Don't Die
[When she'd started chatting with mister tall, dark and handsome while getting a drink in the city they'd recently arrived in, she hadn't expected to suddenly have a knife in her back when they went out to get some fresh air.
It turned out that Caroline had seemed like quite the little and naive target. Too bad they didn't know that her bite was worse than, well, anything else about her.
Still, as she left the scumbag's now very dead corpse in the alleyway and moved out into the busier street, she knew she wasn't exactly looking very inconspicuous with her bloody clothes and the hole in her back. She pressed a hand against the wound; it would take a little while to close with how deep it was, and it still hurt like a bitch.
At least she'd managed to wipe her mouth clean first.]
This is not how I wanted to spend my evening.