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The feed turns on at a slight angle, providing visual of Katherine slamming the door to her hotel room shut and striding over to a stout cherrywood credenza in hurried movements. Producing a heavy tumbler from the drawer along with a half-empty bottle of amber liquor, she tears out the cork and pours at least three fingers worth into the glass. The bottle set aside, she takes a long pull of the liquid and grimaces slightly at the burn. For all intents and purposes, Katherine is supposed to be Elena's twin sister whilst in Taxon, a teenager. Teenagers aren't supposed to guzzle whiskey like a seasoned sailor but Katherine is too distressed to uphold the charade in the privacy of her room nor does she remember to check the whereabouts of her tablet, needing a stiff drink above anything else right now.
Turning and leaning back against the credenza, the vampire runs her free hand across her face tiredly, laying her palm against her forehead. Katherine may have smirked and teased her sire as if Rose's arrival into Taxon was no big deal, but the truth is that Katherine is... concerned. Not overly so. But slightly. It's obvious Rose still harbors a grudge against her for tricking her into turning Katherine back in 1492, blames her for getting into trouble with the Originals. Katherine remembers all too well how Rose tried to stake her mere moments after her transformation. As if Katherine didn't already have Lexi to deal with on that score.
Her grip on the tumbler turns white-knuckled, the faintest sound of cracking glass audible only to those with enhanced hearing. This was not what Katherine had planned for. She hates it when things aren't going her way. It makes her so damn angry.
Tossing back the remaining alcohol in the tumbler, Katherine sneers and hurls the empty glass across the room as her temper flares; it explodes upon impact against the opposite wall, shattering into hundreds of tiny shards that tinkle down on the floors. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, the tension in Katherine's shoulders relaxes a bit. That made her feel slightly better. Good for her it was only a glass and nothing larger and heavier instead, as the tablet is recording this.
Turning and leaning back against the credenza, the vampire runs her free hand across her face tiredly, laying her palm against her forehead. Katherine may have smirked and teased her sire as if Rose's arrival into Taxon was no big deal, but the truth is that Katherine is... concerned. Not overly so. But slightly. It's obvious Rose still harbors a grudge against her for tricking her into turning Katherine back in 1492, blames her for getting into trouble with the Originals. Katherine remembers all too well how Rose tried to stake her mere moments after her transformation. As if Katherine didn't already have Lexi to deal with on that score.
Her grip on the tumbler turns white-knuckled, the faintest sound of cracking glass audible only to those with enhanced hearing. This was not what Katherine had planned for. She hates it when things aren't going her way. It makes her so damn angry.
Tossing back the remaining alcohol in the tumbler, Katherine sneers and hurls the empty glass across the room as her temper flares; it explodes upon impact against the opposite wall, shattering into hundreds of tiny shards that tinkle down on the floors. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, the tension in Katherine's shoulders relaxes a bit. That made her feel slightly better. Good for her it was only a glass and nothing larger and heavier instead, as the tablet is recording this.