[ 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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[ Yeah, these guys were tricking sons of bitches, if you asked him. Hell, even if you didn't, he must've belted it out enough times for it to be heard, when he first arrived. That whole yes thing was just flat out insulting, and they used the best excuse in the book to make him agree; they needed help, please, there's a demon nearby, will you come? Annoyingly simple, really.
There's that smile again, and his answer is nothing but a brief and lopsided press to his mouth. ] I don't blame you; this place shoves a lot down your throat all at once, doesn't it.
[ Quiet, skulking type was more accurate than he would like to admit, but that might as well be written in his file. He watches her with a careful sort of eye, measured, lingering on the weapon on her lap.
God, no. How old was she? Eighteen, nineteen at most? This wasn't right, regardless of what she may have faced in her world to be put into this team. But she was playing this game of control, and so would he. At least this wasn't purgatory, and so far, nothing was trying to eat him. Small bonus points, for now. ] Hey now, I'm a ray of sunshine when i want to be, but yeah. That's me.
[ A sigh, slowly pushed out before he's nodding at that gun. ] How's that thing treating you?
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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. ]
GUESS WHO DID NOT GET THIS TAG BECAUSE I DIDN"T HAVE THE RIGHT EMAIL HERE i am so sorry !!!!
There's that smile again, and his answer is nothing but a brief and lopsided press to his mouth. ] I don't blame you; this place shoves a lot down your throat all at once, doesn't it.
[ Quiet, skulking type was more accurate than he would like to admit, but that might as well be written in his file. He watches her with a careful sort of eye, measured, lingering on the weapon on her lap.
God, no. How old was she? Eighteen, nineteen at most? This wasn't right, regardless of what she may have faced in her world to be put into this team. But she was playing this game of control, and so would he. At least this wasn't purgatory, and so far, nothing was trying to eat him. Small bonus points, for now. ] Hey now, I'm a ray of sunshine when i want to be, but yeah. That's me.
[ A sigh, slowly pushed out before he's nodding at that gun. ] How's that thing treating you?