Katherine Pierce is coming for your blood. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} psychobitchvamp) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2012-02-17 20:02:00 |
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What: Meeting up, story telling, and who knows!
When: Thursday evening [2-16-12]
Where: Some hotel room that Katherine compelled for them. Because that's her new favorite thing to do.
Rating/Status: TBD/In progress
Katherine wasn't entirely sure what to make of all these future people popping up everywhere, it was a little weird, even for Lawrence and the seal. Then again, she couldn't remember the last time anything in her existence had been what you could call normal, so maybe it wasn't so crazy after all. There was a definite part of her that was the tiniest bit jealous about all the kids running around. She knew she'd never have another one and her daughter had been ripped away from her before she had even had a chance to hold her. That day, more than any other, was crystal clear in her mind.
She let out a soft growl as she pushed herself up from the bed, shaking her head as she walked into the bathroom of the hotel room she'd compeled for herself and Boone. She had to keep her mind off of those sorts of things. Dwelling didn't do anyone any good, right? She couldn't change the past, and her daughter would have been long-since gone by now anyway, so maybe it was better this way. Or maybe she wouldn't still be around if she'd been able to-- "Stop it," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head again. This was just stupid.
She grabbed the brush off the counter and pulled it through her hair, staring at the wall, completely ignoring any thought about the past that tried to push it's way back through to the front of her mind. Katherine no idea what to expect when Boone got here, but she was quite curious as to what kind of explanations about the future (or at least the future he was from) that he had. The possibilities were endless and she was ready to hear what he had to say.