( she slips out of the compound quite easily. adrienne's word gives her leave to do so. she's obviously not plotting against the coven that rescued her. but, she has things to do. she overhears two of the witches discuss a party they were invited to, by elena, but that they won't be able to make it.
it's not hard to track it down. to get details about where and when and why.
she knows she probably isn't welcome, but she just wants a glimpse. it is not like her first time in mystic falls. she hasn't let herself toggle the switch. she has an itchy trigger finger, it's true, but self preservation says feel those things. and unfortunately, for isobel, when she feels, she acts.
she realizes there's a barrier when she tries, first. she'll need an invitation. she's proud of the resourcefulness. the intelligence. they should take precautions. from the sounds of everyone inside, there are a lot of people accounted for.
tyler lockwood makes his way outside, chucking an ice bucket of nearly empty ice. probably to refill.
"You one of the -")
Returned. Yes. I was told there's a party. Evaluation to come this weekend.
("With Barry, yeah, come on in." he says, taking the empty bucket with him. He holds the door open for her. )
Thank you. I'm starting to remember how helpful everyone in this town is.
("I didn't catch your name," he says. )
Oh. ( She smiles back at him. ) I didn't give it.
( She leaves Tyler by the door. From one to another, and someone who used to be a dick, he just blinks and closes the door, returning to the makeshift bar. There are many bodies, more than she'd anticipated. It's a large property, but the house has a layout that keeps everyone around one another. Very good for a party. Not for trying to find someone.
She doesn't have a list of everybody who's returned, but she knows good and well that someone hadn't. She waits for her husband to leave her, no doubt to refill a drink or do something noble and small town. Taking a champagne flute off a passing tray, she comes to a stop beside Miranda Gilbert, both now looking at a garish painting Carol's husband must've liked. )
[The voice skates across her nerves, and she can't help but stiffen in response. She's heard too much at this point to believe that any part of this is good. But she'll straighten her spine all the same, turning to Isobel and trying not to seem bothered by her presence (2).
It doesn't work well. Her poker face isn't what it used to be, so her distaste for the situation may come through a little too clearly.]
Isobel. What a surprise.
[She was just waiting for Grayson to get their coats, but now, she can't help but hope he stays away a little longer.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the house, Stefan's ears prick up at the familiar but unexpected voice and excuses himself from Buffy's side for the second time that evening.]
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it's not hard to track it down. to get details about where and when and why.
she knows she probably isn't welcome, but she just wants a glimpse. it is not like her first time in mystic falls. she hasn't let herself toggle the switch. she has an itchy trigger finger, it's true, but self preservation says feel those things. and unfortunately, for isobel, when she feels, she acts.
she realizes there's a barrier when she tries, first. she'll need an invitation. she's proud of the resourcefulness. the intelligence. they should take precautions. from the sounds of everyone inside, there are a lot of people accounted for.
tyler lockwood makes his way outside, chucking an ice bucket of nearly empty ice. probably to refill.
"You one of the -" )
Returned. Yes. I was told there's a party. Evaluation to come this weekend.
( "With Barry, yeah, come on in." he says, taking the empty bucket with him. He holds the door open for her. )
Thank you. I'm starting to remember how helpful everyone in this town is.
( "I didn't catch your name," he says. )
Oh. ( She smiles back at him. ) I didn't give it.
( She leaves Tyler by the door. From one to another, and someone who used to be a dick, he just blinks and closes the door, returning to the makeshift bar. There are many bodies, more than she'd anticipated. It's a large property, but the house has a layout that keeps everyone around one another. Very good for a party. Not for trying to find someone.
She doesn't have a list of everybody who's returned, but she knows good and well that someone hadn't. She waits for her husband to leave her, no doubt to refill a drink or do something noble and small town. Taking a champagne flute off a passing tray, she comes to a stop beside Miranda Gilbert, both now looking at a garish painting Carol's husband must've liked. )
Hello, Miranda.
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It doesn't work well. Her poker face isn't what it used to be, so her distaste for the situation may come through a little too clearly.]
Isobel. What a surprise.
[She was just waiting for Grayson to get their coats, but now, she can't help but hope he stays away a little longer.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the house, Stefan's ears prick up at the familiar but unexpected voice and excuses himself from Buffy's side for the second time that evening.]