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taxonomites2010-12-11 02:37 pm
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[2] location: castle summers; visual
Who knows how long Lexi's been camped out on the porch of Casa de Summers? For those who care, it's been a while, a couple hours at least. To a mere passerby, she looks like a normal resident of the castle coming out for some fresh air. In truth, Lexi's playing security guard. With Katherine in Taxon and on the loose, Elena isn't safe. She's still a baby vampire, no different than her friend Caroline at home. Whoever--or whatever--that's the cause for turning Elena is still out there too. Stefan isn't strong enough to protect Elena by himself, not against Katherine who still seems to have a goddamn hold on him after all these years. Damon is Damon and Lexi wouldn't trust him to piss on somebody that was on fire if it didn't have anything in it for him.
Scratch that. Nobody is safe.
Lexi scrunches her nose as a stiff wind blows by, carrying a few stray snowflakes across her face. The coat, in all honesty, is just for decoration. That much is obvious by the fact Lexi isn't wearing much more than that in the way of winter gear. So are the smoke rings or maybe it's just boredom from having to stay in one place longer than five minutes.
The cigarette's sucked down until the filter and then tossed into the growing pile of butts around her feet. There are remnants of at least two packs down there and another pack of cigarettes is produced from her coat pocket and tapped until a stick slips halfway out only to be picked out with her teeth and lit with practiced smoothness that comes from years of formerly dropped bad habits being revived.
If she was alive, really really alive, her lungs would be screaming for mercy. Right now, only her belly is screaming for a meal in a bottle while her baser instinct is screaming for one particular neck to be snapped. Oh, and some entertainment too.
Scratch that. Nobody is safe.
Lexi scrunches her nose as a stiff wind blows by, carrying a few stray snowflakes across her face. The coat, in all honesty, is just for decoration. That much is obvious by the fact Lexi isn't wearing much more than that in the way of winter gear. So are the smoke rings or maybe it's just boredom from having to stay in one place longer than five minutes.
The cigarette's sucked down until the filter and then tossed into the growing pile of butts around her feet. There are remnants of at least two packs down there and another pack of cigarettes is produced from her coat pocket and tapped until a stick slips halfway out only to be picked out with her teeth and lit with practiced smoothness that comes from years of formerly dropped bad habits being revived.
If she was alive, really really alive, her lungs would be screaming for mercy. Right now, only her belly is screaming for a meal in a bottle while her baser instinct is screaming for one particular neck to be snapped. Oh, and some entertainment too.