waking up + walking through a hospital hall and into the lobby.
[ The clinical scent of the place floods her senses, followed by a barrage of sounds that only a hospital would have. Katherine's brown eyes snap open, hands clutching sheets as she tugs at any of the wires they have her connected to. There's resistance, so she stops and gets herself free of them. Her head hurts, one hand rising to rest at her temple as she gives a groan. She moves over to the door of the room as soon as her bare feet fit the floor. Hair straight as a reed swishing over her shoulder, she gives an uncertain look up and down the hall. It's bustling with activity, but no one seems to be paying her room any mind.
Oh, she can fix that. ] Hey. I need some help over here. Now. [ It's said loudly, enough to receive only a cursory glance from someone in scrubs, leaving her to huff. She starts to step out, toes stopping just in time to not be ran over by a cart. She scoffs, head still threatening to throb, giving a look to a orderly with an apologetic countenance. ] HEY -- watch where you're going. [ But he's gone, and she's turning to yell out again before someone in pink scrubs is standing there, smiling kindly at her. She gives them a hard look, nearly grumbling something about them sneaking up on her before giving the timely person a once over, lips pursing down. She steps back inside the room only upon gentle instruction.
Then she stays standing, arms crossing over her chest as she gets the run down. None of which she's wanting to believe, but the details threaten to blend in with the tiny amount of memories -- not really memories, more like awareness -- that she actually has. There are glimmers of recognition of being hurt, being in an accident, but it's fuzzy. More than paying mind to the mere words that she'll recover soon, she eyes the clipboard that the nurse finally puts sets back down.
Whether the nurse is acting in a fashion that should call for true suspicion, Katherine decides that she'll find answers herself and lets them leave after giving them a nod of well-played (fake) acceptance of the situation. She snatches up the clipboard (not like she can't read about herself, right?), brows going together as she assesses the situation. She lets it fall on the bed. ] Well that clears up nothing. [ At least she knows her name, which was alarming to not know when she first woke up. She begins to examine the room, fingers running along the blanket of the bed as she starts over toward the window.
A shame she doesn't have more memories, yet. The shade is drawn nearly all the way down, a thin stream of sunlight shining into the room. Her foot comes into the light first, causing her to cry out in pain, buckling down to grab over the pained spot all while that same beam spreads over her face. She's scooting back, way against the wall, wind knocked out of her from moving so fast (by instinct.) Pain radiates over her skin, but the marks made have already vanished to leave her with that same clear, bright, healthy skin. ] What the hell? [ Softly said to herself, and then she recalls then that she's a vampire. Immediately thereafter, three seconds too late, she wraps fingers around her wrist and realizes that she isn't wearing the bracelet that's meant to allow her to walk in the sun. She slowly stands, glaring over at the sunbeam. ] Won't be going out then. [ Until dark? She gives a look down at the hospital gown she's in. ] This...isn't gonna fly. [ It's unflattering, plus it's annoyingly drafty. After a quick, careful, search and finding nothing in the way of clothes or any other items that might belong to her, she's left to leave the room.
Slowly peeking out, she's cautious at first, wondering if someone is going to peer over at her and stop her from going any farther. No one does, so she shrugs to herself and starts walking at a slow pace down the hall, on the lookout for any room that looks like it might be specified for staff. Where there's a staff room, there's a chance for clothes to steal.
There's virtually nothing she can remember, which is disconcerting as hell, yet she feels the need to be in something that actually covers her ass. She passes by an empty room, looking in, catching her reflection in a mirror. She stops, the image of herself carrying a heavy feeling. Elena. That's not her name, she knows, but it's who she should be telling people she is.
A secret identity? What the hell is she? A vampire spy?
As she rounds another corner, her feet still when she spots the lobby. First floor room -- how sweet of them. No one is paying her much mind, and she stands against a wall beside a chair, feeling and looking out of it. Her eyes are cast down slightly as she listens to words spoken by someone she doesn't recognize, details about a sheriff station cropping up. Yet, there's the sun, pouring in through the windows. Lovely. ]
Katherine Pierce | OTA
[ The clinical scent of the place floods her senses, followed by a barrage of sounds that only a hospital would have. Katherine's brown eyes snap open, hands clutching sheets as she tugs at any of the wires they have her connected to. There's resistance, so she stops and gets herself free of them. Her head hurts, one hand rising to rest at her temple as she gives a groan. She moves over to the door of the room as soon as her bare feet fit the floor. Hair straight as a reed swishing over her shoulder, she gives an uncertain look up and down the hall. It's bustling with activity, but no one seems to be paying her room any mind.
Oh, she can fix that. ] Hey. I need some help over here. Now. [ It's said loudly, enough to receive only a cursory glance from someone in scrubs, leaving her to huff. She starts to step out, toes stopping just in time to not be ran over by a cart. She scoffs, head still threatening to throb, giving a look to a orderly with an apologetic countenance. ] HEY -- watch where you're going. [ But he's gone, and she's turning to yell out again before someone in pink scrubs is standing there, smiling kindly at her. She gives them a hard look, nearly grumbling something about them sneaking up on her before giving the timely person a once over, lips pursing down. She steps back inside the room only upon gentle instruction.
Then she stays standing, arms crossing over her chest as she gets the run down. None of which she's wanting to believe, but the details threaten to blend in with the tiny amount of memories -- not really memories, more like awareness -- that she actually has. There are glimmers of recognition of being hurt, being in an accident, but it's fuzzy. More than paying mind to the mere words that she'll recover soon, she eyes the clipboard that the nurse finally puts sets back down.
Whether the nurse is acting in a fashion that should call for true suspicion, Katherine decides that she'll find answers herself and lets them leave after giving them a nod of well-played (fake) acceptance of the situation. She snatches up the clipboard (not like she can't read about herself, right?), brows going together as she assesses the situation. She lets it fall on the bed. ] Well that clears up nothing. [ At least she knows her name, which was alarming to not know when she first woke up. She begins to examine the room, fingers running along the blanket of the bed as she starts over toward the window.
A shame she doesn't have more memories, yet. The shade is drawn nearly all the way down, a thin stream of sunlight shining into the room. Her foot comes into the light first, causing her to cry out in pain, buckling down to grab over the pained spot all while that same beam spreads over her face. She's scooting back, way against the wall, wind knocked out of her from moving so fast (by instinct.) Pain radiates over her skin, but the marks made have already vanished to leave her with that same clear, bright, healthy skin. ] What the hell? [ Softly said to herself, and then she recalls then that she's a vampire. Immediately thereafter, three seconds too late, she wraps fingers around her wrist and realizes that she isn't wearing the bracelet that's meant to allow her to walk in the sun. She slowly stands, glaring over at the sunbeam. ] Won't be going out then. [ Until dark? She gives a look down at the hospital gown she's in. ] This...isn't gonna fly. [ It's unflattering, plus it's annoyingly drafty. After a quick, careful, search and finding nothing in the way of clothes or any other items that might belong to her, she's left to leave the room.
Slowly peeking out, she's cautious at first, wondering if someone is going to peer over at her and stop her from going any farther. No one does, so she shrugs to herself and starts walking at a slow pace down the hall, on the lookout for any room that looks like it might be specified for staff. Where there's a staff room, there's a chance for clothes to steal.
There's virtually nothing she can remember, which is disconcerting as hell, yet she feels the need to be in something that actually covers her ass. She passes by an empty room, looking in, catching her reflection in a mirror. She stops, the image of herself carrying a heavy feeling. Elena. That's not her name, she knows, but it's who she should be telling people she is.
A secret identity? What the hell is she? A vampire spy?
As she rounds another corner, her feet still when she spots the lobby. First floor room -- how sweet of them. No one is paying her much mind, and she stands against a wall beside a chair, feeling and looking out of it. Her eyes are cast down slightly as she listens to words spoken by someone she doesn't recognize, details about a sheriff station cropping up. Yet, there's the sun, pouring in through the windows. Lovely. ]