[ for the most part, caroline has tried to keep things on the downlow. she'd used her vampire speed to zoom around the department store, sure, but she'd also lied and said everything was just around the corner when she'd come out. keeping things secret is safe, smart; it's the sort of thing she's been trained to do.
but when people need help? well, there's a time and a place for being subtle, caroline thinks, and this isn't it.
so when gaby yells (again) for help, caroline waits. just for a minute, really — her hope is that someone will swoop in, but all the rescuers around them have their hands full with their own extractions; when it's clear no one is coming, caroline sighs, peeling her jacket off her arms and thrusting it in the other girl's direction. ]
Just hold this, okay?
[ pulling metal apart is a little different than breaking someone's neck, but it doesn't require that much effort. not from caroline, anyway, not with fresh blood coursing through her veins. if she grunts and strains, it's only for show; if she screws her eyes shut and wills bright light to come spilling from her palms, it's only in the hopes that she can justify this power as an off-set of that one. at least the other displaced already know that she's weird. they don't need to know just how weird she really is. ]
Can you help her get out? My hands are kind of full here...
[ if she lets go, the metal is sure to snap back into place. ]
you rang?
but when people need help? well, there's a time and a place for being subtle, caroline thinks, and this isn't it.
so when gaby yells (again) for help, caroline waits. just for a minute, really — her hope is that someone will swoop in, but all the rescuers around them have their hands full with their own extractions; when it's clear no one is coming, caroline sighs, peeling her jacket off her arms and thrusting it in the other girl's direction. ]
Just hold this, okay?
[ pulling metal apart is a little different than breaking someone's neck, but it doesn't require that much effort. not from caroline, anyway, not with fresh blood coursing through her veins. if she grunts and strains, it's only for show; if she screws her eyes shut and wills bright light to come spilling from her palms, it's only in the hopes that she can justify this power as an off-set of that one. at least the other displaced already know that she's weird. they don't need to know just how weird she really is. ]
Can you help her get out? My hands are kind of full here...
[ if she lets go, the metal is sure to snap back into place. ]