blood lust
“Helllllo?”
She didn’t know who the owner of the house was. She stepped down towards the driveway where keg stands was happening.
@Pregonition
She stood outside the home, at the entrance, leaning against the side of the door while waiting to be invited in. Her eyes watched the people walk about inside at the party, red solo cups in hand. What she’d do to get her hands on some alcohol to help with the urges of
Washington was dreary and wet, the opposite of what Caroline had been hoping for. Fortunately, she packed jeans and boots to wear in the rainy town.
There was a party she caught on to. It was intended to be massive for those eighteen and older. Of course she was going.
Ooc: I am a literate writer. I’m looking for other literate writers. I want creative plots and storylines. World building. Likewise, I have a TVD discord server if anyone is interested. Just message me.
If you want to rp here, heart react and I’ll message to plot.
❛ It would be more spooky if the ghosts could faintly be seen or interact with…. Well, anything. But only you can see them. Guess you could tell ghost stories. Wait— Jeremy, Elena would 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 me if I let you come to a party .ᐟ ❜