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1 | [ holo / location: sanctuary ]
Three days in this dank, godforsaken tomb. It was three days too long without blood, as far as Katherine was concerned. There wasn’t even a single rat in sight; she was so hungry she’d probably lower herself to eating vermin by now. With a quiet exhalation, the vampire slouched against the clammy rock of the tomb’s wall, losing her balance as the solid rock behind her back disappeared abruptly and the darkness was replaced with artificial light.
"What the—!" Katherine hissed and braced one hand against the floor, bowing her head to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness. Slowly, Katherine raised her chin and blinked at the chamber amidst her hair, bewildered. This was a far cry from the musty tomb she’d occupied just a moment ago. How? A moment of sheer, wide-eyed panic gripped at her as she immediately considered the Originals, but a few deep breaths returned her ability to think straight. It couldn’t be. Damon had imprisoned her in that damn tomb, sealed by the Bennett witches’ spell; no vampire could get out once they stepped inside. It had to be someone else, and Katherine was willing to bet they couldn’t be worse than Klaus.
Despite her blood-starved body protesting at every move, Katherine straightened from her slouch and cast a critical eye down at herself. She was a mess; still wearing the wrinkled, knee-length black dress, dirt smudging her skin that had taken on a slightly sickly, ashen pallor – she could only imagine the dark circles bound to sit under her eyes. Her straightened hair hung down her shoulders, a curtain of limp frizz instead of the mass of curls she normally sported. She scoffed at the state of her and cursed Damon all over again. Caroline and that backstabber Lucy, too, while she was at it.
But she had a more immediate objective now, such as getting out and feeding. Oh, and a shower.
"Very well. I’ll bite," Katherine finally drawled wryly, smirking at her pun as she glanced about. "Hello? Anybody home?"
Preferably someone filled with nice, juicy veins full of thick, warm blood. Humming a soft sound of amusement at the thought, Katherine wet her dry lips and addressed the empty room again, her attitude remarkably lackadaisical for such an evidently unwell person in an uncertain situation.
"Nobody obviously taught you people manners. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting."
"What the—!" Katherine hissed and braced one hand against the floor, bowing her head to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness. Slowly, Katherine raised her chin and blinked at the chamber amidst her hair, bewildered. This was a far cry from the musty tomb she’d occupied just a moment ago. How? A moment of sheer, wide-eyed panic gripped at her as she immediately considered the Originals, but a few deep breaths returned her ability to think straight. It couldn’t be. Damon had imprisoned her in that damn tomb, sealed by the Bennett witches’ spell; no vampire could get out once they stepped inside. It had to be someone else, and Katherine was willing to bet they couldn’t be worse than Klaus.
Despite her blood-starved body protesting at every move, Katherine straightened from her slouch and cast a critical eye down at herself. She was a mess; still wearing the wrinkled, knee-length black dress, dirt smudging her skin that had taken on a slightly sickly, ashen pallor – she could only imagine the dark circles bound to sit under her eyes. Her straightened hair hung down her shoulders, a curtain of limp frizz instead of the mass of curls she normally sported. She scoffed at the state of her and cursed Damon all over again. Caroline and that backstabber Lucy, too, while she was at it.
But she had a more immediate objective now, such as getting out and feeding. Oh, and a shower.
"Very well. I’ll bite," Katherine finally drawled wryly, smirking at her pun as she glanced about. "Hello? Anybody home?"
Preferably someone filled with nice, juicy veins full of thick, warm blood. Humming a soft sound of amusement at the thought, Katherine wet her dry lips and addressed the empty room again, her attitude remarkably lackadaisical for such an evidently unwell person in an uncertain situation.
"Nobody obviously taught you people manners. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting."
[ voice ]
[ it's probably a good thing for katherine that this transmission is in voice, though it's possible that her ability doesn't allow her to see influence or people's past transgressions via the the tablet. for the time being, she just thinks that katherine is a young girl who's been held captive for who knows how long, though she's a bit suspicious that she's so calm about all this. ]
[ voice ]
[She's in for a surprise when she realizes Taxon has very capable citizens. Katherine takes note of the name, pausing as she leans her back against the chamber wall. She's so incredibly hungry it's making her weak and shaky. Katherine hates the feeling. Her voice is slightly more lethargic as she speaks again.]
It sounds as if though you're used to this kind of thing. Aiding people, I mean.
[ voice ]
I'm a detective. Aiding people in need is in job description. [ pause. ] What's your name?
[ voice ]
Katherine Pierce.
[ voice ]
[ angela catalogs the name for future reference, just in case. one thing she's learned over the course of her life is that you can never be too careful, and that lesson's been reinforced since her abilities were re-awakened. ]
I'd say 'welcome', but I'm not sure on my feelings towards this place yet. [ another carefully timed pause. ] Although it seems to be a vast improvement from wherever you were last held. Are you sure you don't require more assistance?
[ voice ]
Yeah, my, uh... ex-boyfriend has a temper. [Best lies have a grain of truth to them.] It... wasn't the first time, so this actually is an improvement. I'm just trying not to think about this too much yet, you know? My friend's on his way. I think I'll be fine after some rest and something to eat.