caroline is not a vampire barbie (carolinia) wrote in expresscrack, @ 2011-11-30 17:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex russo, caroline forbes, the doctor |
BRING SOME FUN GUYSSSS
Caroline was mid-text message when things changed around her. The sounds; the smells; the quality of the light changed, and her thumbs stilled on the touch screen. Having an adrenaline spike was different, as a vampire (a fact Caroline had gotten to confirm quite a few times, recently, in fact throughout her entire vampiric existence). There was... more, and she was immediately geared to fight, not necessarily to flee; blood was halfway to rising up into her face when she squashed the feeling down.
Because there was nothing to fight.
She was standing in a fancy wood-paneled room; it looked sort of like something out of Clue, old-style furniture, a design ethos completely at odds with her house. Which was definitely where she was supposed to be. And, inexplicably, the feeling that she was moving, like she was on a...
Train. There were windows, and things were moving past her. She was on a train. She couldn't help it; her mouth opened and words popped out, despite her lack of an audience. "This literally cannot be happening." Her voice echoed; the train car was, for now, empty. Which, thank god, if people heard her talking to herself, they'd think she was crazy.
"I might be crazy," she muttered, under her breath. The text she'd been writing--checking up on Jeremy's condition for the sixtieth time or so--was deleted, and with the speed of thumb that came only from being a high school student in 2011, she dispatched a mass text to pretty much everyone (except Matt) (and, on second thought, except Tyler) declaring she was on some weird train, she didn't know where she was and that this was fishy. It just included more chatspeak and typos. She sent it, took a breath and ran a hand through her hair, and then her phone chimed at her...
Your message could not be sent. No service detected.
"Awwww, what the hell, stupid phone," and Caroline Forbes, powerful and fearsome undead creature of the night, kicked the nearest chair ineffectually and then flopped down into it with a whine and a pout.