ELENA GILBERT
Vampire
Doppelganger
Posts: 10
Age:
18/22
Occupation:
Junior Reporter
Status:
Single
Played by:
Emma
Last seen May 4, 2024 0:31:54 GMT
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Post by ELENA GILBERT on Mar 12, 2024 22:51:36 GMT
Elena had never been afraid of standing up for what she believed in and befriending people even if others thought that she was crazy for it. She had never wanted anyone to dictate how she lived her life or who she had in it and even though she knew that there were plenty of people in town who were still wary of Damon, Elena wasn’t among them any longer. They had a complicated history, that was for sure, but the two of them had bonded while Stefan was away with Klaus and that was something that she knew that she would never take back. They had both made mistakes but they weren’t perfect and never would be. In the past Damon had had extreme ways of making sure that he got what he wanted and there was a time when Elena had hated him for it and for the danger that he seemed happy to put the people she loved in but things had changed. They had all been through so much together over the last few years, Damon included, and Stefan had helped her realise that his brother wasn’t all bad. Now Damon was one of her best friends and even though she knew that she would never forget what he had done to Caroline, Vicki or anyone else, she had decided to forgive him for it. Now she was a vampire she understood what it was like to have to live with heightened emotions and bloodlust all the time and she could see why Stefan had struggled so much. She was lucky that she didn’t have to worry about being a Ripper but there were still times when she lost control or got overwhelmed by her emotions and it definitely helped her understand others better. It was pretty much expected that seniors would bury themselves under piles of books while they were studying for their finals and Elena was no exception but her finals had come to an end and it wouldn’t be long before she would be graduating from college. It still seemed a little surreal and she wasn’t entirely sure that she was ready to be thrown out into the world of work just yet but there was also a part of her that was looking forward to seeing what the future was going to hold. As it was right now she just wanted to enjoy her newly found free time while she could and that had seen her heading to the Grill that day. She knew that Bonnie was with Stefan and Caroline was with Declan. Matt and Tatia were also busy but there was one person she had a feeling that she would find there even without having to check with them first and she felt a smile touch her lips as she spotted a familiar figure propping up the bar. “Day drinking again? I thought you were past this,” she teased as she sat down on the stool next to Damon. “No Ric or Claire joining you today?”DAMON SALVATORE
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DAMON SALVATORE
Vampire
Posts: 447
Age:
183
Occupation:
Member of the Founders Council
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Claire Devereux
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 20:34:06 GMT
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Post by DAMON SALVATORE on Apr 10, 2024 18:44:34 GMT
”You wanna leave the bottle this time?” At the bartender’s look, Damon smiled sweetly – a sign almost any of the others here would’ve picked up on. He spread his hands in the air, waving off any argument that might’ve come about it being the middle of the afternoon and him having already emptied a quarter of it. ”I’m just saving you the bother of being back here in five minutes, pouring again.”
Coming back to town to stay – not that he’d intended anything more than freeing Katherine when he’d turned up – had always meant getting familiar with the place again, but it had ended up being so much more than he’d thought. Stroll in, piss a few people off, use whoever he had to for getting Katherine out of the tomb, and then walk away leaving destruction behind. It had seemed like a decent plan, not that different from almost every other one he’d come up with in the last century. The Damon Salvatore they’d all come to think he was wouldn’t care about the damage he’d done, he wouldn’t even look in the rear view mirror of his Camaro. Katherine’s stabbing him in the back had changed it all, and now he had almost every bartender in town familiar enough with him that they wouldn’t have argued over the bottle the way this guy was.
Blue eyes narrowed at him, the smile on his lips sharpening before he ended up rolling them. Damon puffed out a sigh. Anywhere more private and he might just have compelled him into it. ”I’m not driving and I can guarantee I’d pass any sort of sobriety test.” The former was a lie, but he was sober as a judge, still would be even if he polished the bottle off before he left.
In the end the guy walked away, muttering to himself as he added the bottle to the tab. Damon smirked and poured himself another glass. It was a small victory, but it wasn’t like he had anything else to do today. Claire was working, Ric probably was too, trying to wrangle a school full of supernatural teenagers. Hormones were the least of their trouble there. Everybody else was probably either at Whitmore, or had the sort of plans that didn’t involve sitting around the Grill all day, waiting for something to happen. Christ he was bored.
Damon threw back half of his glass, setting it lightly down on the bar top as someone slipped onto the stool next to him, with what he assumed was meant to be a jab. Elena. Katherine wouldn’t have asked so lightly, Tatia probably would’ve been too polite to point it out. ”And spoil the habit of a lifetime?” Damon snorted and leaned over the bar to snag an empty glass. The bartender would probably complain about that too. ”This is just … temporary entertainment.” A way to kill time that wouldn’t kill his liver.
Setting the glass down on the bar, he poured a couple of fingers of bourbon into a glass for Elena. Now that she was just like him, she wouldn’t have to worry about her liver exploding in a few decades either. ”Both working. I think I’d take riding around with Claire’s partner over being stuck at the school.” He didn’t know how Stefan had gone back to high school, it seemed like Hell on earth to him. ”You skipping out on homework, or is this a sign that graduation’s finally hit?” He probably would’ve noticed the celebrations around town if the year was over at Whitmore, but maybe he’d missed it.
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