Caroline Forbes (itsjustadrizzle) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-18 02:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
WHO: Caroline Forbes and Q
WHEN: Backdated to a couple of days before Q's jailbreak
WHERE: Prison: C-Block (Broadway (over cut-off)) – Lower tier (end cell)
WHAT: Caroline is beginning to dry out
RATING: High for mention of blood and vampirey things
STATUS: Closed | In Progress
The thirst was beginning to get to Caroline. She’d never had to starve herself like this before and she hadn’t realised how painful it would be. She’d been in the cell for a couple of days now and she hadn’t had any blood for a day or so before that. It was getting to the point where she was becoming desperate. Her lips felt dry and her insides hurt, as though her veins were made of sandpaper and were rubbing together with every slow beat of her heart. She needed blood but there was no way for her to get any, besides asking Q to donate and she couldn’t do that. Q was so sweet. After spending time with him in the cell, she didn’t know why she hadn’t spoken to him before when she’d seen him in the apartment. They’d only ever given each other polite nods of greeting as they’d passed each other before but now Caroline felt like she’d really gotten to know him. She didn’t want to go and ruin that by revealing herself as the bloodsucking monster she was. She always told people that being a vampire hadn’t changed who she was; she couldn’t fall at the first hurdle. She may not have had to go without blood for this long before but she’d been in worse situations than this. She just wished she could talk to Stefan... She felt so guilty for all the horrible things she’d said to him before being put in here. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t want to talk to her any more.
Sighing, Caroline let her head fall forward, lifting up her knees until her forehead was pressed to them. If she wasn’t thinking about blood, she was thinking about Stefan, or Katherine, or the both of them together, and that really wasn’t any better. She needed to distract herself but, as she was finding, that was easier said than done.
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There isn’t a lot of room in their cell. Really not very much room at all.. The bed takes up most of the room and he’s let Caroline take that most of the time, though there is the benefit that the two of them sleep at different times, so he hasn’t had to worry about anything awkward. Though of course he could probably assure her he had no sexual interest in her - no offense - if they just happened to spoon.
But there is no spooning. There is no need. His only concern is that she is hungry. And it’s a concern for her comfort and health more than his own. Because he doesn’t think that Caroline would hurt him. She certainly hasn’t even raised her voice at him so far, and he can only imagine sitting in a cell with him is like him sitting next to a cake and not being able to eat it. And he is very hungry.
Currently, Q is curled up on the floor beside the sink, his eyes closed, listening to the distant whirring of the water in the pipes and the voices nearby of other people. Samir is nearby. If Q crawls to the front of the cell he can see him just about. That’s a good thing. But he opens his eyes and looks at Caroline. He knows it’s taking it’s toll on her, being stuck in here. And that she’s doing her best.
“How are you?” Q asks quietly, tired despite there being nothing much to do. Tired because he has no sufficient food and the caffeine and nicotine withdrawals are really kicking in too. “Caroline?”
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((OOC: I'm posting this now so it's up and waiting, even though I've failed so hard at tagging over the last couple of weeks. Blame evil university and evil laptop.))