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[allthefunever]

Damon Salvatore doesn't go on walks. Useless hippies go on walks. Stefan goes on walks. In nature, where he admires all the goodness of this green earth then rips something fluffy into a bloody mess and then cries a single, perfect tear over the waste while MCR whines about something atonally in the background. Maybe that stupid Sarah McLachlan

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light me up when i'm down;

[aregulargirl]

[ max is typically on her bike during nights like this - during most nights, really - but she's decided to switch things up and go the walking route, a decision she almost immediately began to regret. walking just isn't cutting it, it's not easing the restless energy in her veins and it feels pointless when she has no real destination in mind.

so she turns, intent on heading back to her place to pick up her bike, when she spots damon nearby. as it happens, she's currently minus her tablet, but had she heard his accidental broadcast she'd whole-heartedly agree with his sentiments. ]

They giving you any trouble?

[ 'they' being the extras. they're generally harmless, but still give max the creeps. ]

light me up when i'm down;

[allthefunever]

[ damon hears max approach and pastes on an expression that's at least approaching something less murderous before he looks up from shutting off his tablet, shrugging and rolling his eyes. ]

The cabin fever's beginning to set in. [ he looks at the still ringing santa, that fucking bell beginning to hurt his head. ] And the cast of disgustingly cheerful holiday zombies isn't helping.

light me up when i'm down;

[aregulargirl]

[ max manages to catch view of damon's face right after it switches from 'murderous' to 'annoyed, and she gives him a sympathetic not-quite-smile in return. ]

Wait 'til you get to the wreaths that make you sing carols. [ she stops in front of him, brushing aside a stray lock of hair that's blown into her face. ] I'm pretty sure we'll be treated to a free tablet concert one of these days.

light me up when i'm down;

[allthefunever]

[ damon smiles back, though annoyance still lingers around his eyes. he'd rather be ripping a few extras apart right now, but their low profile act doesn't lend itself to violence in front of anyone, even if something tugs at the edge of damon's mind saying max isn't... quite like the rest of taxon's human population. ]

I think I'd rather die. Or kill any witnesses. [ the joke is tossed off lightly, but no. he totally would. ] As long as it's not me, I'll make the popcorn.

[ he goes to step back, usher max onto the sidewalk with a slight bow that apes his upbringing, when he notices her hair. it's just in her face, catching the slightest glow from the streetlights. without thinking damon reaches up to move it out of her eyes, hand lingering on her cheek after. ]

will that whole mad season knock you down;

[whoneedsrules]

[Staying cooped up inside her hotel room had gotten tiresome and Katherine was bored. She hated boredom. But now after having finally ironed out the cover story with Elena, she gave herself free reign to wander about as she pleased. The city was all decorated and trussed up already like a scene out of some disgusting, sappy Christmas movie and these bland Extras were all so damned joyful all the time it was sickening.

The commotion ahead would've been easily picked up by any average joe, much less to a vampire hearing. Curious, she saunters closer, casually brushing off snow from the shoulder of her newly acquired winter coat. Katherine can't help but smirk at the sight of Damon's tantrum - and that's exactly what it is. As he's busy cursing at his device, Katherine tilts her head and sighs, smiling indulgently.]

I agree. How dare these fake Santas beg for alms from innocent passers-by to provide for those less fortunate during the season of giving and kindness? Makes me want to push them over, too.

will that whole mad season knock you down;

[allthefunever]

[ oh, of course. the topping on this ridiculous night, katherine's here to see him act just like the child he was when she first met him. damon's annoyance triples, and he makes a sound that would be a growl if human vocal chords were capable of the sound. ]

Not tonight, honey. I have a headache. [ he kicks at the barrel once more, this time with all his strength; it goes flying, smashing into a wall and shattering. ] They don't have any money inside. It's a pointless waste of time, and I'm going to take that bell and jam it somewhere even one of the Blanks won't like.

will that whole mad season knock you down;

[whoneedsrules]

[Impassively, Katherine follows the barrel's trajectory across the air with her gaze, hardly even blinking when it shatters against the wall with a loud noise. Shrugging slightly, she returns Damon's sarcasm with her own.]

Shame. Well, there's always tomorrow. [Flicking a loose curl over her shoulder, she takes a few slow steps closer - or perhaps not so much stepping as she is sashaying, dark eyes scrutinizing his face closely.] What exactly is it that has you so very wound up tonight, Damon? Besides the moneyless barrels and those annoyingly cheerful mock people?

will that whole mad season knock you down;

[allthefunever]

[ damon forces down the rage her lack of reaction stirs in him; she always did hold the upper hand in all their dealings. ]

Week's full. So sorry, try again another time. [ he refuses to give ground, but his eyes shift ever so subtly to the side before snapping back forward; katherine's the only vampire who has ever made him feel like prey, years on him regardless. ] The DVR didn't record all my Friends reruns. It was such a crushing blow, you can't imagine.

well he's a big mouth, yellin' hey play some free bird;

[allthefunever]

Merry fucking Christmas. [ damon snorts, rolling his eyes; but it pays nice to play nice with the other captives, and at the very least this man is speaking his language. ] I liked them better without the infusion of cheer.

well he's a big mouth, yellin' hey play some free bird;

[allthefunever]

One of those people from the future I keep hearing about? [ damon's careful to only sound mildly curious, because... it never pays to seem too interested in anything. people tend to hold back what they sense you want the most.

...damon has issues, hi. ] As one of the people from old Earth, I still don't give a rat's ass. Do I get half credit?

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

[So, River is back in that strange habit of touching everything. It's a very engrossing habit, more so when there are a few Extras with the temerity to grab things back from her, and it takes a second for Damon's outburst to register before she looks up.]

It's seasonal.

[And with a weird eyebrow waggle of her own (what, Damon isn't the king of weird faces, he doesn't even have a crown) she goes back to grabbing random items from a shop's street display. It's ornaments, mostly, and when she comes upon one in a particular shade of blue she tosses it over her shoulder and it shatters prettily right inside the annoying Santa's empty donation bin.]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

It's annoying.

[ but oh hey, tiny troll. damon likes you, so you get a pass on that one. he shoves his tablet back in his pocket and falls in step with the littlest kleptomaniac, watching her steal everything in sight with amusement.

when the ornament lands, he whistles. ]

Ten points.

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

They'll end. It goes in cycles.

[ she's seen enough of them by now, and there's less going in her pockets now than is being touched and then carelessly replaced. nothing here is interesting or useful, which would be more disappointing if throwing breakable things wasn't so much fun.

here, damon, have your own ornament to throw. the fact that her hand is lingering a little when she hands it over is completely natural, really. ]

Aim high.

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

Annoying cycles.

[ mature, damon. very mature.

damon takes the ornament and hands it over, his own hand lingering just slightly; then he tosses his, and it shatters right next to hers, inside the barrel. ]

I usually do. Stealing yourself a few Christmas gifts?

you call me a stranger, you say i'm a danger, but all these thoughts are leaving you tonight;

[wildflowerstill]

[Those keys? They're out of Lexi's hands and in the ignition of that lovely, lovely Camaro. And Lexi? Well, she's driving down the snowy streets of Taxon, blaring her beloved Bon Jovi, a quick decision made over him or more Christmas carols. However, even Livin' On A Prayer sgets turned down to silence as Lexi sees Damon beating the hell out of his tablet.

Pulling over in a parking space, she exists the car quietly and slowly only to speed up right behind him. 'Tis the season to be trolling.]

No matter how much you hit it, the people still won't like you.

you call me a stranger, you say i'm a danger, but all these thoughts are leaving you tonight;

[allthefunever]

I would cry a perfect tear and listen to some emo, eyeliner boy band but I'm not my idiot brother. [ damon is not happy about stefan's life choices lately. he preferred the bunny eating. ] If you're here to gloat about having my car, let's not and pretend we did.

you call me a stranger, you say i'm a danger, but all these thoughts are leaving you tonight;

[wildflowerstill]

But where's the fun in that, Damon? Aren't you happy I haven't crashed her? Yet?

[That last word is emphasized heavily with a slight lean in towards him. Lexi, stop poking the bear with sticks.]

you call me a stranger, you say i'm a danger, but all these thoughts are leaving you tonight;

[allthefunever]

If you crash my car, even my promise to Stefan won't be enough to stop me from killing you.

[ damon presses in himself, and while they're face to face for this moment, damon lets his face change for a moment before fading back to human. just to drive the point home. ]

Now. Did you want something, or just the usual?