[ If you asked Caroline, she didn't think any of this was fair on any of them. Some people may have agreed to be here but most of the others? They'd been tricked, just like she had. And what she had yes to hadn't been anything close to anything like this. It hadn't even been an agreeing yes of any sort, just a confirming yes.
Yet she was here, with others just like her. Prisoners, in her mind.
Not that she showed it, really. It wasn't just about appearing strong for others, it was about not losing control of herself. Even before her vampiric tendencies, Caroline was a practice in control. Everything down to the last second perfectly planned and executed. Even her personality was custom-tailored to make people happy. Despite all of that, Caroline found comfort in control over herself and her surroundings to the degree that she could control them. Which meant not losing it over this, even if it was a disaster in every shape of the word.
Caroline had been lost in her own thoughts, sitting with a gun across her lap that she had only just started to be trained on, when the boy- man near her caught her attention. She snapped out of her reverie and offered up a reassuring smile at him. ]
Yeah. [ She perked up. Then squeezed her eyes and her lips in a tight smile and shook her head. ] Sorry, guess I just... got lost in my own head there for a second.
I didn't even hear you come in. [ Well, she'd heard but she'd not paid attention. Then her smile got wry. ] But you are the quiet, skulking type, aren't you? Dean, right? [ She'd seen him around a few times, enough to know he was better with that gun than she could ever hope to be. ]
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Yet she was here, with others just like her. Prisoners, in her mind.
Not that she showed it, really. It wasn't just about appearing strong for others, it was about not losing control of herself. Even before her vampiric tendencies, Caroline was a practice in control. Everything down to the last second perfectly planned and executed. Even her personality was custom-tailored to make people happy. Despite all of that, Caroline found comfort in control over herself and her surroundings to the degree that she could control them. Which meant not losing it over this, even if it was a disaster in every shape of the word.
Caroline had been lost in her own thoughts, sitting with a gun across her lap that she had only just started to be trained on, when the boy- man near her caught her attention. She snapped out of her reverie and offered up a reassuring smile at him. ]
Yeah. [ She perked up. Then squeezed her eyes and her lips in a tight smile and shook her head. ] Sorry, guess I just... got lost in my own head there for a second.
I didn't even hear you come in. [ Well, she'd heard but she'd not paid attention. Then her smile got wry. ] But you are the quiet, skulking type, aren't you? Dean, right? [ She'd seen him around a few times, enough to know he was better with that gun than she could ever hope to be. ]