
ooc; this cracked me up.
LETS RP YAY
no for real. let’s rp. do a starter, and i’ll reply :)

@ katherine : I am smart, thank you.
@ tyler: You do have a point…
katherinexpierce replied to your post: STEFAN SALVATORE IS FOREVER ALONE
so is katherine\
that… sucks.

what have i missed?
Day 2, attempt 2. It was getting very easy for Charlotte to portray Elena now, and it wasn’t because she now had the exact copy of Elena’s vervain locket sat around her neck, simply because these fools were falling for it. Charlotte poured herself a whisky before she sat over on the couch,…
Stefan stepped out of his shower, and reached for the towel that was hanging, and wrapped it around his waist, letting the water drip from his chest and hair. He went to the mirror, and did his morning routine. He got dressed, and headed downstairs. He saw brunette hair, and had to look twice. It couldn’t be Elena, no. It wasn’t. He didn’t hear the heart beat, he flashed in front of her and looked at her carefully. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house?” He shouted.
Charlotte carefully placed her empty glass on the small table stood next to the sofa, before she turned her attention back towards her and rose to her feet. Now now, Mr Salvatore. Is that any way to talk to a guest? she asked, playing her innocent cards as she balanced on her own two feet, slightly rising her eyebrows as she stared at him blankly. Yeah, I didn’t think so either she mumbled, braking through the silence between the two.
He looked her up and down, real good. This must’ve been Charlotte. He pressed his lips together firmly, looking down at her. “Well, considering you aren’t welcome here, you aren’t exactly a guest.” He stated to her, before he backed away a little bit. Stefan know he shouldn’t back talk her, but maybe she’d get a rise out of it and enjoy it.