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This is the web, web that you weave
Who: Katherine Pierce + you; Damon Salvatore
Where: Her home, French's General Store, S&D Automotive, Britches and Hose, Weaver's Bar
When: March 14, all day
What: Guess who has their memories back?
Warnings: Some violence. Will update as needed, otherwise.
You were different from my last but now you got it mirrored
OPEN. Main Street. French's General Store.
And as it all plays out I see it couldn't be clearer
For Damon. S&D Automotive.
Now sing
OPEN. Main Street. Britches and Hose. Weaver's Bar.
Where: Her home, French's General Store, S&D Automotive, Britches and Hose, Weaver's Bar
When: March 14, all day
What: Guess who has their memories back?
Warnings: Some violence. Will update as needed, otherwise.
You were different from my last but now you got it mirrored
OPEN. Main Street. French's General Store.
[ The morning sun is shining over their just lovely backwater town as Katherine pads through the house. The one she shares with two souls who have mutually accepted along with her (maybe grudgingly), that there's so much more to who she is, to her story, than they've exposed. Because, she'll get her memories back. Sooner rather than later, as the days go on. Color her impatient with each passing day.
It happens as she's pulling a bloodbag out, the chilled item falling from her fingers and snugly back in with the others. There's a torrent of information that sweeps over her, fog lifting, reality settling in, and the ache of a life always on the run coating back over her mind. She wanted this back, her life, and now that she has it? She wants to tie the person who ever cut it off from her up by their ankles to watch them bleed out.
Okay. She needs to gather herself, her resolve. First things first: appearances. There's...nothing in the house, other than a few containers of makeup, that she wants. Needs. Slipping into an outfit she's acquired (denim, what the hell), including jeans with a snug fit and lower waistline than most of the atrocities she's seen lately. She snatches up the camisole that's she now remembers using to impersonate Elena, sliding it on and starting outside. Those ankle boots, also Elena-y, get put on too.
She strides down the street, a girl on a mission, the spaghetti straps out of place in winter weather but whatever. There are more important matters to attend to than a breezy walk, so she speeds up to vampire speed to make her way to the town center, stopping out of sight of anyone and casually walking out of an alley.
Popping into the general store, she searches for a beauty section. As if they'll -- oh, there actually is one. Maybe this town won't be as horrendous as it could be. She spies a human shopping in the area and compels them into buying the items she wants. As a gift for her: it is her birthday, after all (it's absolutely not), and the people in this town have wanted to be oh-so welcoming. A curling iron. Lipstick. Products for her hair. A manicure kit (are the people here barbarians, not providing someone with the basic necessities she needs?)
Items in tow, she stops by a clothing store. With the world's least appealing selection. She manages, compelling the shop-hand into thinking how well the outfit suits her, how it was meant for her closet. She heads back to the house in that. Where, the infamous Katherine Pierce comes together, best she can in Wayward Pines. ]
And as it all plays out I see it couldn't be clearer
For Damon. S&D Automotive.
[ There is no game she's intending to play with Damon as she steps into the garage. They both know that Stefan's her favorite to play games with, anyway. Damon, he's always been the more creative ally to have. Plus, there's a hurdle they need to get over here. She's sure his heart is oh-so shattered after mistaking her for Elena (looks like Elena finally made the switch that Katherine could see coming from a mile away; though, how long it'll last, that's another story...that won't play out there -- she hopes Elena Gilbert never actually shows up.) Her ego's getting in the way with how she's presenting herself, putting herself out there for him to be testy over. Again, might as well go in strong and take it as it comes. She doesn't actually need to do this: interrupt his work day. Yet, selfish.
Maybe he'll be relieved that she's back? No more weird Elena-ness. No more attempted soft touches to bridge a gap between them that she can't believe anyone ever made her forget. What's wrong with the people in charge around here? She's back to Katherine. If her being regarded as a psychotic bitch makes for better relations overall, that's a plus in her book. This way, they can stop pretending that Damon doesn't constantly want to rip out her jugular, too.
She's acquired black heels (not the best ones, but they'll do): a chunkier heel than stiletto, but not awful enough that she looks like a goth wannabe reject. They click across the cement floor, legs long and clad in black pants (the closest fit to her own style that the '90s clothing there allows), a dark purple crushed velvet sleeveless top on, generous with the cleavage. Her makeup is done to a tee, that obnoxious pink she came in with her makeup bag set aside for a red bought by their friendly neighborhood friend. Most importantly, her hair is curled, divinely. She thinks she's really outdone herself, toying with the daylight bracelet over her wrist when as she comes up to find Damon working on a car. ] So industrious. You always were, when you put your mind to it. [ There can't be any doubt that her memories are back, not with that confidence in her tone, throaty voice having fully returned. When he first meets her eyes, her brows pop and she adds -- ] Hey roomie. You'll never guess what happened while you were out. [ A smirk, a giggle.
Yep. She sure is back. ]
Now sing
OPEN. Main Street. Britches and Hose. Weaver's Bar.
[ She's scoped out the lay of the land, its residents (both natural and those forcibly immigrated in), in the first two weeks. Yet, Katherine couldn't seek out the sorts of people, of information, that she finds herself drawn to. There was no allure brought out by her full personality, but with her memories back...she's on the hunt for interesting people.
Things go about as she expected them to a la Salvatores. Reality bites sometimes, what can she say? They're stuck there together though, and she knows that both of them simply must have allies around. She's not stalking after either brother that day (she's not stupid.) It's the first day she's reaching out to anyone that doesn't reside under the roof of where she calls home.
Daylight hours still, she finds herself in a lingerie store. Interesting. For all the sexually repressed soccer moms of the '90s, she wonders? She goes along the aisles, a presence about her that says why yes she's interested in speaking to you, if you're in there too. Holding out a black teddy, her head tilts, curls tumbling down over her shoulders as she hums -- does she want it? ...Maybe.
With the fall of night, she finds a bar, and there's only one thing to do at a bar: compel free drinks out of the bartender (who knows if she can, depending on who's working), get people to buy her drinks and/or flirt. All of the above sounds lovely to her, the infectious giggle she has carrying out when she gets her first drink. There is a 100% chance she'll approach you, fellow patron or staff member. Bars are great for meeting people, everyone knows that.
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You think so? I'm still undecided.
[She holds it up to give Katherine a better view.]
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[ A beat. ] Which was a not very clever way to ask how long you, well, remember [ she guesses that's the safe way to say it ], being here. [ Has anyone who she may be in a relationship, etc, with. Not that details are being hinted at, amazingly enough. Plus, she doesn't strike Katherine as your regular townie. ] In town.
let's go with 14th. Before Jiaying gets her past memories back
[The way that question was asked makes her glance over at Katherine meaningfully then quickly covering up with a genial smile.] The accident is still muddling my memories. The things I remember surrounding that date is fuzzy at best. [A vague enough way to indicate both pasts, she hopes.]
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Me too. My accident had me believing I was a completely different person. [ Carelessly discussing the impersonation of Elena that her memory-dampened self was fully devoted to being a true identity of hers. Hey, Damon's not around to hear her being so flippant (not that he'd be surprised.) ] But a couple of friends helped me out of that.
[ Most people probably don't want someone hovering while they pick out undies, and still she remains. Brows knitting as a thought strikes her, she adds ] I'm Katherine, by the way. I guess I left my manners before my accident too. [ A chuckle. ]
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Jiaying. [she returns with a smile] I remembered having a husband and giving birth to a baby girl. But it seems I was just confused. [It is almost a scoff. She doesn't buy it for one second but the rules of these place severely limits what she can and cannot say openly.] I'm glad to hear your friends have helped you in your time of need.
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Katherine's all good spirits, soft smiles that grow when appropriate. ] That's pretty. I like it. Chinese, isn't it? [ Softly stated and clear from Jiaying's features, if her name is traditional, but hey, where's the harm in stating it? Hopefully they're allowed to talk about other countries that exist! Wayward Pines isn't the only place to have ever existed...or is it?!
Moving on. Her features soften, ache for Jiaying at the notion of being confused over such detail in her life. It immediately doesn't add up, but she can't press. She gives a nod. ] I'm sorry that happened. It couldn't have been easy for you. [ Motherhood is important to her, too, so she means it. On some level. ] I was lucky they were here. The Salvatores? Maybe you know them? [ Casual enough, but Katherine's being nosier than necessary. ]
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I do know them. Damon has been seeing me for counseling since he was little. [Though she has the distinct impression she's only met him recently. Strange, isn't it?]
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She expects people to be familiar with Damon and Stefan. They're brothers, hot brothers, who own a local business. Plus, they're both chatty and know how to blend -- connections only make sense. Surprise flashes over her face at that new tidbit of info. ] Is that so? We've, well, I guess we grew up here together. [ Her brows furrow together. ] It's funny, how fuzzy some of the memories here can be, though. I guess we've just, never crossed paths, you and I. [ Careful, Katherine. ] How...odd.
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Are the three of you close?
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Katherine's head slowly nods. ] We are. Stefan's always been a close friend of mine [ hahahaha ], and Damon's...my husband. [ A smile, smirk bleeding into it, one that she works to let fade. As a ploy to look cute about stating it. ] We married shortly after we graduated. [ High school! And if Jiaying has been counseling Damon, Katherine can't help but wonder if she's come up at all...
She lets a long pause pass, giving Jiaying a soft smile. ] I'm glad he has someone else he can talk to here. [ She means it too, not playing as most wives might, learning about their dear husband being in counseling. ] Many of us could probably use that.
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He did mention you were high school sweethearts. [she says amicably. She can't reveal what they actually do talk about thanks to the mind compulsion. It's not something that even registers in her mind even]
I still have room in my schedule if you'd like to chat sometime.
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[ It's not even a fabrication to play up her relationship with Damon as being long and rocky, more the former (on his end), and definitely the latter once he found out she hadn't really been desiccating in a tomb all those years. Anyway, she gives a pleased smile when Jiaying points out that tidbit from his and her history.
That offer? Not one she expected, as per the twist of her head. Then, she gives a glance to the floor, back up to meet the older woman's eyes. ] I'd like that. I can -- reach out to you, when I'm feeling up to it? [ Ulterior motives, all around, although nothing directly malicious toward Damon. Really!! ]
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Yes. Here. [she reaches into her purse, taking out a small notebook from which she tears an empty page out. She jots down two numbers on it and hands it to her.] My home and office number. You can reach me on either of those after school hours.
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Smiling at the paper, she reaches for it, taking it gratefully. ] Thank you, Jiaying. I appreciate that. I'll...definitely be in touch.
[ Probably not for a little while, but she will. A warm smile, edge to it that she doesn't try to hide. They can both tell there's more to their personalities than simply not speaking their minds about the weirdness of the town, can't they? Why hide it? ] Take care until then. And, do buy that. [ She nods to the bra again, brows lifting. ] After all, it's cute.