( Katherine Pierce stalked Elena from afar long before Elena ever saw her face to face. Staying five steps ahead meant she is still well aware of how many cars Elena Gilbert has wrecked. To be fair, the first was destroyed by a tomb vampire. The second by the vengeful (and twisted) spirit of Matty Blue Blue's sister. The third, Rebekah - and the reason she really has to thank Rebekah Mikaelson for making her human. And nobody can forget Elena, Damon and the combustable car killing Markos and the other Travelers.
It's been years and Katherine hasn't nearly been as obsessed with Elena as she once was, the girl with the life she could've had, her only bargaining chip in her race against Klaus. But, she was in town during her and Caroline's daring escape and yet another car accident.
Katherine exudes a modicum of restraint as she replies. )
Let's put more miles between us and any hunters.
( It's her nice way of saying, until she's convinced a hunter won't run them off the road. Katherine's more secure in her own driving skills. She can't blame her...
Katherine, too, needs to change, a modest haul from the, ugh, outlets under her arm as well.
The burnout doesn't react. Motels like this get cash requests often. It's just far enough out of town that the affairs, the divorces, the has-beens find their way. He doesn't question a doctor and a slick lady, he does not so subtly react to their resemblance, taking the cash.
"Room 12," he says, placing two keys down in front of them. "You two..."
Katherine rolls her eyes. She's not about to deny something and draw more attention. )
Are sisters.
( Taking both keys, come Elena, she pushes the door open again and leads the way. She walks along the bottom floor, rooms one through six, before ascending the steps to the second, reaching the last room, room 12.
They pass an ice machine, a vending machine, and a coffee machine all between each door, theirs closest to the coffee machine. This is when Katherine finally hands Elena her key and uses the one in her own hand to unlock their fleabag. Or, she tries. It doesn't budge. She turns to Elena to try the key she was given to no avail. Looking at the keyring and the keychain, she sees the number painted in gold, a '2'. She sighs, holding it up for Elena. )
Stoners. Wait here.
( Katherine descends the opposite steps back down. From here, Elena has a full view of the parking lot, including an annoyed, fatigued Katherine bursting back into the small lobby office.
As Katherine bursts in, a despondent brunette exits her room a few doors down and approaches the coffee machine beside Elena. She flashes a sad smile. Under the fluorescents, she looks like she hasn't had much sleep and the puffiness around her eyes may suggest she's been crying. She sniffles and inhales, pulling a dollar out of her purse. She holds it up to the insert and it slides in, quickly sliding out. She tries flattening the dollar along the edge of the vending machine. She inserts it again. It sputters back out at her. She turns the dollar over and gets the same result.
"I just want coffee." She speaks under her breathe, tries again. It doesn't work. She tries again and it slides pitifully back out at her. She hits the machine from the front once, "Come on!" twice before she starts to pound on it out of frustration.
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It's been years and Katherine hasn't nearly been as obsessed with Elena as she once was, the girl with the life she could've had, her only bargaining chip in her race against Klaus. But, she was in town during her and Caroline's daring escape and yet another car accident.
Katherine exudes a modicum of restraint as she replies. )
Let's put more miles between us and any hunters.
( It's her nice way of saying, until she's convinced a hunter won't run them off the road. Katherine's more secure in her own driving skills. She can't blame her...
Katherine, too, needs to change, a modest haul from the, ugh, outlets under her arm as well.
The burnout doesn't react. Motels like this get cash requests often. It's just far enough out of town that the affairs, the divorces, the has-beens find their way. He doesn't question a doctor and a slick lady, he does not so subtly react to their resemblance, taking the cash.
"Room 12," he says, placing two keys down in front of them. "You two..."
Katherine rolls her eyes. She's not about to deny something and draw more attention. )
Are sisters.
( Taking both keys, come Elena, she pushes the door open again and leads the way. She walks along the bottom floor, rooms one through six, before ascending the steps to the second, reaching the last room, room 12.
They pass an ice machine, a vending machine, and a coffee machine all between each door, theirs closest to the coffee machine. This is when Katherine finally hands Elena her key and uses the one in her own hand to unlock their fleabag. Or, she tries. It doesn't budge. She turns to Elena to try the key she was given to no avail. Looking at the keyring and the keychain, she sees the number painted in gold, a '2'. She sighs, holding it up for Elena. )
Stoners. Wait here.
( Katherine descends the opposite steps back down. From here, Elena has a full view of the parking lot, including an annoyed, fatigued Katherine bursting back into the small lobby office.
As Katherine bursts in, a despondent brunette exits her room a few doors down and approaches the coffee machine beside Elena. She flashes a sad smile. Under the fluorescents, she looks like she hasn't had much sleep and the puffiness around her eyes may suggest she's been crying. She sniffles and inhales, pulling a dollar out of her purse. She holds it up to the insert and it slides in, quickly sliding out. She tries flattening the dollar along the edge of the vending machine. She inserts it again. It sputters back out at her. She turns the dollar over and gets the same result.
"I just want coffee." She speaks under her breathe, tries again. It doesn't work. She tries again and it slides pitifully back out at her. She hits the machine from the front once, "Come on!" twice before she starts to pound on it out of frustration.
"I know there's coffee in this machine!" )