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hadriel_logs2017-06-12 03:36 pm
overarching) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-06-12 03:36 pm
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we are just like the waves that flow back and forth [closed + open]
Who: Caroline Forbes and Lance Sweets + Caroline and you!
What: Living her life post party hard times, trying to sincerely settle into Hadriel.
Where: All over, places specified in each header.
When: June 12-15
Warnings: None, other than emotional baggage + the mention of character death and that same character being turned into a vampire. Will update if necessary!
June 12 | Her apartment, the Speakeasy
[ Ten days have passed since the fading of ill effects of the event that had consequences nearly as bad as any that Caroline could fathom, since she turned her best friend into a vampire. Less than two weeks. Caroline doesn't let herself smother Elena, but she approaches her several days after her friend moved out. No vampire should have to cope through being turned, alone (and Caroline does not make this about herself, even if she could project her guilt all over the place.) She had Stefan. Elena, future Elena, had herself, Stefan, Damon. There's no reason to go through something so difficult entirely alone.
But at the end of it all, she'll be there as Elena needs her. Or, that's what Caroline keeps telling herself. Her stubborn attitudes already made her seek Elena out once, but it was in time of dire need! Otherwise, there is no reaching out with apologies, mending fences, coming back together again in the same way, not after the conversation expressing how deep in Hell they really are. Her own feelings of self-blame and loathing are complicated. Promising your friend that you won't let shame and guilt eat you alive is a lot easier than putting it into practice.
She realizes in those days after Elena leaves, to find somewhere else to stay, to distancing herself from the only factor she has control over, that life in Hadriel has been viewed through a rose colored glass. Caroline knows she's an optimist to a fault at times, even more so when she was younger, but doing that had largely been for Elena. It's not really worthy of feeling guilty over, not when she forced the one fate Elena never wanted for herself literally down her friend's throat. She's shaken into a reality she knows, wishes, she should've seen more for what it was. Color Caroline a cynical realist.
She draws inward for several days, going out only for more materials to find to reinforce the image she tries to achieve, obsessively, in her apartment. It's not much of an apartment, and it's not as if it wasn't well put together, touches of both girls in the place, but she does what a distressed Caroline does. She overhauls. Tries to achieve something more, something better, a tangible achievement that might help her look, even remotely, past the ache of guilt. Interior decorating is well and good and the place looks nice by the time she's done, but it's not enough. If she wants to let reality really wash over her, the only option is to integrate more into life there in everyone's least favorite murdercave.
Dressed up, hair down in waves, she goes to the Speakeasy because it's the one place she knows of to have a good time, and her drinks go down quickly. With each one, a sliver of tension eases away, and to anyone who's a witness, she's a young woman who sure can handle her shots of liquor. If you're there at the bar, she's gonna ask you to do a shot of something with her. As the hours tick by, she realizes the music there is pretty decent (always the best of distractions) and gets up to dance, turning to someone as she goes and saying ] Looks like you could use a dance, too. [ All smiles and suggestion, brows rising. She's in a great mood! Maybe you're not the partying sort, maybe you just want to relax. But, maybe you're also a good sport! ]
June 13 | The Clinic (closed to Lance Sweets), the Library
[ Let's get down to business, that's Caroline's motto as she treks across the streets of Hadriel. Purse over her shoulder, hair up in a ponytail, black skinny jeans and maroon top on, any indiscretions and knowledge that trying to solve her problems through alcohol wasn't a good plan? It pushed her into putting her mind to a task. The task of learning more! She's observed, taken in a great deal so far, but she hasn't applied it to herself, and that really won't do. Within her purse is a notebook she doesn't hesitate to pull out and write in, when a noteworthy notion rises.
Her steps take her from the Spire she calls home, past the Clinic that she's absolutely familiar with (where else does a vampire who drinks from blood bags go?), and she has no reason to stop there that day. Yet, she does. She's put on the hat of searching for opportunity, and while she's never been interested in medicine, she still goes in. Maybe she'll speak to someone instead of doing the sneak in and out that regularly accompanies blood theft (hey, Hadriel, it's your fault for bringing a vampire who doesn't care to drink on the reg from people!) When there isn't anyone in the front area, which is more welcome and warm than she'd taken the time to realize before, she takes careful steps further in. She really has no business there, but, why not? She calls out. ] Hello?
[ Journeying further through the city after her time at the clinic, she purposefully veers away from the Colosseum and goes on a long path that takes her to the library. She doubts whether or not she should go in -- how many people really spend a lot of time at the library, anyway? Elena could be there. But. It's not fair to either of them to live their lives ever avoiding each other. It's just, not. So, she goes in, looking around the place with interested eyes, eyes scanning at ground level to spot anyone else.
No one, yet, and a book that's opened on a table draws her attention. Approaching it, she looks down to find series of sentences that don't seem...pertinent, not to her. On the page is a chart, neatly drawn, but with number about ore deposits in cities that sound like they could be from any state in the US, but she just ] Why would anyone even need to be reading this, here? Unless Springfield is code for, like, one of the caves. [ Talking to herself, never any shame.
When she exits the library, all Temples are avoided. Not because she necessarily wishes to, but out of a necessity for her sanity. After what the influence of Rage and Delight led her to? Caroline can't deal with the gods. Instead, she makes her way back to the Speakeasy -- she's becoming a regular, isn't she? -- and has a few drinks before heading home. In the dim light, she decides to text the owner of the place for the first time, Rey, moving back to the emptiest of three bedroom apartments. ]
June 14 | The bank of the lake, the Hot Springs
[ Meditation isn't, well, it doesn't work so well for vampires. But Caroline peers out across the lake that can be seen from her apartment. Instead of settling on relaxation, the ties to water, rivers, bridges from home start to parade through her mind (they can't not.) Memories of time spent at the Lockwood Mansion, on their property. Of the creek that Wickery Bridge runs over, and her brain wastes no time in bringing together sadness over more than one of her friends, the people she loves. She abruptly texts the only person she can associate with this body of water. Who she knows spends time there. Fishes there. Will. She's not sure where all he spends his time, and that's okay. She needs something to reconnect back to Hadriel. Which, is a bizarre intention and goal that she can't quite shake the absurdity of.
It isn't as if she hasn't been all over, she realizes, as she stares out toward the Temple she knows is that of Love's. Hanging around there, anything associated with it, has seemed like a bad idea. Her feelings about it have only intensified after she's seen what she effects of the God's little events can really manage. There at the water's bank, she remembers that there are hot springs, though.
Whatever conversation transpires while she's there, whatever else happens, she finds her way over to the hot springs a couple of hours before what's best known as dusk. She goes for a dip in a blue bathing suit she scrounged up, because why the hell not? She relaxes, neck deep so only her head is showing and relaxed against a surface behind her and mulls over things, trying to let the sounds of the area flood over her senses. ]
June 15 | Delight's Temple, Tranquility's Temple
[ Caroline's takes steps in the direction of the coffee cart she expects to still be running (but since it's so close to Delight's, will it? does Delight power it? not a train of thought she wants to consider, thinking about that god, but it's unavoidable.) She acknowledged what look like clouds above, wondering if it was some trick someone was playing. Even if it could rain there, as if a little rain ever hurt anyone.
Of course, she never makes it to the cart. There's a crack of lightning and rain comes down in a torrent, pounding on her, and she dashes at vampire speed to the nearest building. Delight's Temple. There's no escaping having gotten drenched, and Caroline doesn't look happy. She wipes away water from her face, fingers streaking with black. ] Little waterproof mascara couldn't hurt, could it? [ But Delight isn't there to hear anyway. Caroline doesn't care about her makeup nearly as much as she may seem to, and if anyone else is there, she certainly might sound a little superficial, huh?
She's not sorry for hating Delight and Rage, though. No other way to put it. She won't outright ignore someone who also went there for shelter, or who was already there, but she doesn't stick around for long thereafter.
With the sudden onslaught of rain, the way her grieving rage quakes and storms within her, she needs to do something. She races out into the rain, heavy on her, going at vampire speed, heading for Tranquility's Temple. Going inside, she wastes no time in calling out to the deity. ]
What: Living her life post party hard times, trying to sincerely settle into Hadriel.
Where: All over, places specified in each header.
When: June 12-15
Warnings: None, other than emotional baggage + the mention of character death and that same character being turned into a vampire. Will update if necessary!
June 12 | Her apartment, the Speakeasy
[ Ten days have passed since the fading of ill effects of the event that had consequences nearly as bad as any that Caroline could fathom, since she turned her best friend into a vampire. Less than two weeks. Caroline doesn't let herself smother Elena, but she approaches her several days after her friend moved out. No vampire should have to cope through being turned, alone (and Caroline does not make this about herself, even if she could project her guilt all over the place.) She had Stefan. Elena, future Elena, had herself, Stefan, Damon. There's no reason to go through something so difficult entirely alone.
But at the end of it all, she'll be there as Elena needs her. Or, that's what Caroline keeps telling herself. Her stubborn attitudes already made her seek Elena out once, but it was in time of dire need! Otherwise, there is no reaching out with apologies, mending fences, coming back together again in the same way, not after the conversation expressing how deep in Hell they really are. Her own feelings of self-blame and loathing are complicated. Promising your friend that you won't let shame and guilt eat you alive is a lot easier than putting it into practice.
She realizes in those days after Elena leaves, to find somewhere else to stay, to distancing herself from the only factor she has control over, that life in Hadriel has been viewed through a rose colored glass. Caroline knows she's an optimist to a fault at times, even more so when she was younger, but doing that had largely been for Elena. It's not really worthy of feeling guilty over, not when she forced the one fate Elena never wanted for herself literally down her friend's throat. She's shaken into a reality she knows, wishes, she should've seen more for what it was. Color Caroline a cynical realist.
She draws inward for several days, going out only for more materials to find to reinforce the image she tries to achieve, obsessively, in her apartment. It's not much of an apartment, and it's not as if it wasn't well put together, touches of both girls in the place, but she does what a distressed Caroline does. She overhauls. Tries to achieve something more, something better, a tangible achievement that might help her look, even remotely, past the ache of guilt. Interior decorating is well and good and the place looks nice by the time she's done, but it's not enough. If she wants to let reality really wash over her, the only option is to integrate more into life there in everyone's least favorite murdercave.
Dressed up, hair down in waves, she goes to the Speakeasy because it's the one place she knows of to have a good time, and her drinks go down quickly. With each one, a sliver of tension eases away, and to anyone who's a witness, she's a young woman who sure can handle her shots of liquor. If you're there at the bar, she's gonna ask you to do a shot of something with her. As the hours tick by, she realizes the music there is pretty decent (always the best of distractions) and gets up to dance, turning to someone as she goes and saying ] Looks like you could use a dance, too. [ All smiles and suggestion, brows rising. She's in a great mood! Maybe you're not the partying sort, maybe you just want to relax. But, maybe you're also a good sport! ]
June 13 | The Clinic (closed to Lance Sweets), the Library
[ Let's get down to business, that's Caroline's motto as she treks across the streets of Hadriel. Purse over her shoulder, hair up in a ponytail, black skinny jeans and maroon top on, any indiscretions and knowledge that trying to solve her problems through alcohol wasn't a good plan? It pushed her into putting her mind to a task. The task of learning more! She's observed, taken in a great deal so far, but she hasn't applied it to herself, and that really won't do. Within her purse is a notebook she doesn't hesitate to pull out and write in, when a noteworthy notion rises.
Her steps take her from the Spire she calls home, past the Clinic that she's absolutely familiar with (where else does a vampire who drinks from blood bags go?), and she has no reason to stop there that day. Yet, she does. She's put on the hat of searching for opportunity, and while she's never been interested in medicine, she still goes in. Maybe she'll speak to someone instead of doing the sneak in and out that regularly accompanies blood theft (hey, Hadriel, it's your fault for bringing a vampire who doesn't care to drink on the reg from people!) When there isn't anyone in the front area, which is more welcome and warm than she'd taken the time to realize before, she takes careful steps further in. She really has no business there, but, why not? She calls out. ] Hello?
[ Journeying further through the city after her time at the clinic, she purposefully veers away from the Colosseum and goes on a long path that takes her to the library. She doubts whether or not she should go in -- how many people really spend a lot of time at the library, anyway? Elena could be there. But. It's not fair to either of them to live their lives ever avoiding each other. It's just, not. So, she goes in, looking around the place with interested eyes, eyes scanning at ground level to spot anyone else.
No one, yet, and a book that's opened on a table draws her attention. Approaching it, she looks down to find series of sentences that don't seem...pertinent, not to her. On the page is a chart, neatly drawn, but with number about ore deposits in cities that sound like they could be from any state in the US, but she just ] Why would anyone even need to be reading this, here? Unless Springfield is code for, like, one of the caves. [ Talking to herself, never any shame.
When she exits the library, all Temples are avoided. Not because she necessarily wishes to, but out of a necessity for her sanity. After what the influence of Rage and Delight led her to? Caroline can't deal with the gods. Instead, she makes her way back to the Speakeasy -- she's becoming a regular, isn't she? -- and has a few drinks before heading home. In the dim light, she decides to text the owner of the place for the first time, Rey, moving back to the emptiest of three bedroom apartments. ]
June 14 | The bank of the lake, the Hot Springs
[ Meditation isn't, well, it doesn't work so well for vampires. But Caroline peers out across the lake that can be seen from her apartment. Instead of settling on relaxation, the ties to water, rivers, bridges from home start to parade through her mind (they can't not.) Memories of time spent at the Lockwood Mansion, on their property. Of the creek that Wickery Bridge runs over, and her brain wastes no time in bringing together sadness over more than one of her friends, the people she loves. She abruptly texts the only person she can associate with this body of water. Who she knows spends time there. Fishes there. Will. She's not sure where all he spends his time, and that's okay. She needs something to reconnect back to Hadriel. Which, is a bizarre intention and goal that she can't quite shake the absurdity of.
It isn't as if she hasn't been all over, she realizes, as she stares out toward the Temple she knows is that of Love's. Hanging around there, anything associated with it, has seemed like a bad idea. Her feelings about it have only intensified after she's seen what she effects of the God's little events can really manage. There at the water's bank, she remembers that there are hot springs, though.
Whatever conversation transpires while she's there, whatever else happens, she finds her way over to the hot springs a couple of hours before what's best known as dusk. She goes for a dip in a blue bathing suit she scrounged up, because why the hell not? She relaxes, neck deep so only her head is showing and relaxed against a surface behind her and mulls over things, trying to let the sounds of the area flood over her senses. ]
June 15 | Delight's Temple, Tranquility's Temple
[ Caroline's takes steps in the direction of the coffee cart she expects to still be running (but since it's so close to Delight's, will it? does Delight power it? not a train of thought she wants to consider, thinking about that god, but it's unavoidable.) She acknowledged what look like clouds above, wondering if it was some trick someone was playing. Even if it could rain there, as if a little rain ever hurt anyone.
Of course, she never makes it to the cart. There's a crack of lightning and rain comes down in a torrent, pounding on her, and she dashes at vampire speed to the nearest building. Delight's Temple. There's no escaping having gotten drenched, and Caroline doesn't look happy. She wipes away water from her face, fingers streaking with black. ] Little waterproof mascara couldn't hurt, could it? [ But Delight isn't there to hear anyway. Caroline doesn't care about her makeup nearly as much as she may seem to, and if anyone else is there, she certainly might sound a little superficial, huh?
She's not sorry for hating Delight and Rage, though. No other way to put it. She won't outright ignore someone who also went there for shelter, or who was already there, but she doesn't stick around for long thereafter.
With the sudden onslaught of rain, the way her grieving rage quakes and storms within her, she needs to do something. She races out into the rain, heavy on her, going at vampire speed, heading for Tranquility's Temple. Going inside, she wastes no time in calling out to the deity. ]
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[George considers for a moment, not wanting to seem too inexperienced, but having enough inexperience to not really be sure what she wants] Ummm. Maybe something frutier to start? I've heard good things about tequila. [she's trying to seem confident. it may or may not be successful]
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Her brows flick up at the offered hand, reaching up to firmly shake. Names are names, and she wonders only to herself if George is short for something. Georgette? Who knows. It's what the other girl goes by, and that's all that matters. ] I've only been here a couple months, so most of the time, I feel new too.
[ Caroline overthinks too, and she'd be ready and raring with a comment about how totally unnecessary it is for George to put on any kind of face for the benefit of fitting in. Fitting in could be completely overrated sometimes. Either way, her interest stays locked, nodding. ] Right. Good as long as you make sure that you don't overindulge. [ A beat. ] Which can be said for anything, but tequila really has a punch to it. So, let's do...Tequila Sunrises. See how you like those. [ Simple. Inoffensive. Far, far more involved than the customary neat bourbon that Caroline regularly throws back.
She captures the bartender's attention and orders two without a second glance. ] Unless you have an aversion to orange juice, they're pretty good. [ She slides a glass over in front of George once she's presented with them. Then -- ] What do you think? [ Once she has an answer, she picks her own glass up and brings it slightly over to toast. ] To being new and meeting new people.
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shakes hands back. she wasn't really expecting this "meeting new people" thing to go so smoothly Really? A couple of months and you still feel new? And what's exactly up with this place, anyway?
[George has been so convinced by most of her life experiences that who she is is unacceptable and that things would go so much more smoothly if she would just try having a positive attitude. So, she's trying. Honest. She's just afraid it will fail all over again] N--no, I'll just have a little. One or two drinks, that's it. Then I'll stop. And, that sounds fine.
I like orange juice. [takes her drink, then takes a drink. It's pretty good and she can't really taste the alcohol. She appreciates that since she's not used to alcohol and drinking in any way, shape, or form.] I like it. Thanks. [she picks up her own drink and clinks it against Caroline's, echoing her words.]