6 | [ location: taxon hotel / visual ]
Katherine tosses aside the book she’d been reading. Now what? She’s out of things to amuse herself with and boredom is creeping in. At least talking is an option once more, even if English doesn't seem to be - not for everyone, that is. Katherine still keeps defaulting to her native Bulgarian, but stubbornly, she fights the impulse and forces herself to stick to French instead. But after several days it's starting to take a toll and Katherine feels slightly on edge. The recent inebriated foolery over the tablets certainly hasn't helped; first Damon, then Rose? Careless idiots. Katherine sincerely hopes Elena's recently arrived aunt Jenna isn't the type to share all when drunk. She seems like the type to tip the cup every now and then. At least Her Blondeness hasn’t been causing any inconveniences so far. Just because Katherine had promised Stefan to leave Caroline (as well as Jenna) alone doesn't mean the older vampire isn't keeping a surreptitious eye on things. That's just how she operates.
Briefly, Katherine contemplates contacting Stefan, but decides against it a moment later. A clingy, needy girlfriend she is not. She is Katherine Pierce, not Caroline Forbes! She’d risk the aggravating UN summit reenactment going on outside and find something to occupy herself with. If nothing else, she could go buy a new coffee table since the previous one… got broken. Rifling through her wardrobe for the perfect pair of heels, Katherine reaches for a shoebox stored on the topmost shelf, her efforts causing something small and light to fall down and narrowly miss hitting her.
Her tablet, sitting on the vanity half-obscured by perfume bottles and lotion tubes, chooses to turn itself on at this moment.
"Po dyavolite!" she curses in Bulgarian, surprise overriding her resolve not to speak the language. The small object clatters onto the floor, skittering a few feet away before coming to a stop. For a second, Katherine just stares at the semi-translucent stone sitting unobtrusively on the floor. The moonstone. She'd forgotten she'd stashed the thing up there.
Snapping out of her surprise, Katherine steps over and picks the offending object up, frowning as she turns the milky stone around in her fingers. Others brought buildings and items that actually mattered to them, she'd brought the cursed rock that her human blood had almost been spilled all over, once upon a time. Because she doesn't have anything else, and that’s a distinctly depressing thought. Still, she'll take continuous running and hiding over death. That’s why she doesn’t mind Taxon so much, because there is no need to keep looking over her shoulder here. But the stone is an abrupt reminder that anyone - including the one she ran from, Klaus - could show up here one fine day, that this peace wasn’t permanent. She suddenly feels like flushing the stone down the toilet, smirking as she pictures the look on Klaus’ face at that.
Her gaze shifts to the tablet and its blinking red light, curling her fingers around the stone and stepping over to the device.
"Assez spectacle gratuit pour aujourd'hui," she remarks pleasantly in French and switches the feed off. To herself, she mutters irately, "J'ai besoin d'apprendre à garder cette chose hors de la vue à tout moment."
( translation | damn it! / enough free show for today / i need to learn to keep that thing out of sight at all times. )
Briefly, Katherine contemplates contacting Stefan, but decides against it a moment later. A clingy, needy girlfriend she is not. She is Katherine Pierce, not Caroline Forbes! She’d risk the aggravating UN summit reenactment going on outside and find something to occupy herself with. If nothing else, she could go buy a new coffee table since the previous one… got broken. Rifling through her wardrobe for the perfect pair of heels, Katherine reaches for a shoebox stored on the topmost shelf, her efforts causing something small and light to fall down and narrowly miss hitting her.
Her tablet, sitting on the vanity half-obscured by perfume bottles and lotion tubes, chooses to turn itself on at this moment.
"Po dyavolite!" she curses in Bulgarian, surprise overriding her resolve not to speak the language. The small object clatters onto the floor, skittering a few feet away before coming to a stop. For a second, Katherine just stares at the semi-translucent stone sitting unobtrusively on the floor. The moonstone. She'd forgotten she'd stashed the thing up there.
Snapping out of her surprise, Katherine steps over and picks the offending object up, frowning as she turns the milky stone around in her fingers. Others brought buildings and items that actually mattered to them, she'd brought the cursed rock that her human blood had almost been spilled all over, once upon a time. Because she doesn't have anything else, and that’s a distinctly depressing thought. Still, she'll take continuous running and hiding over death. That’s why she doesn’t mind Taxon so much, because there is no need to keep looking over her shoulder here. But the stone is an abrupt reminder that anyone - including the one she ran from, Klaus - could show up here one fine day, that this peace wasn’t permanent. She suddenly feels like flushing the stone down the toilet, smirking as she pictures the look on Klaus’ face at that.
Her gaze shifts to the tablet and its blinking red light, curling her fingers around the stone and stepping over to the device.
"Assez spectacle gratuit pour aujourd'hui," she remarks pleasantly in French and switches the feed off. To herself, she mutters irately, "J'ai besoin d'apprendre à garder cette chose hors de la vue à tout moment."
( translation | damn it! / enough free show for today / i need to learn to keep that thing out of sight at all times. )