i am my own worst nightmare

RP Account for Not A Hero

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

unexpected interruption || open

The redhead let out a heavy, and protracted sigh, pulling herself upright from over the long table that she'd been working at for the last several hours.  How many, exactly, she couldn't guess.  It was easy for her to become fixated, since her return, to be obsessed with the smallest details and work them through, and given her particular field of study there were quite a few small details to become focused on.  She rolled her shoulders, tilting her jaw towards her shoulder, the movements accompanied by the small sounds of bones popping as they settled into place.  Her gaze shifted over the books and plans splayed over the table, coming to center on the plans that she had been working on for weeks, now, and months, before. The estate was drawn out in the style of the older houses in Mystic Falls, those that remained, that had survived from when the city had first been built.  It shared all of the appropriate architectural designs; even the same building materials, and it was one of the final projects she would have to submit before her doctorate was complete.  

Her nose wrinkled upwards as she glanced towards her wrist, and the watch on it, and she tried to ignore the small protest of hunger that her stomach emitted.  She'd let herself get lost for too long, and her throat seemed instantly parched, and for a moment she was hyper-aware of each of the different sets of heartbeats in the building.  Her fingers tightened, against the edge of the table, her head dropping down, before the moment passed, and she let out a slow breath of relief.  The moment passed quickly, however, when her lashes parted and she came to the abrupt realization that she was no longer alone at the work table.  "Oh, I -- Sorry.  I didn't... hear you,"  she said, trying to conceal the moment of surprise.

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

"Another champagne, please," Jenna requested of the man behind one of the several open bars scattered about.  "You know what, on second thought... can you make that a scotch, on the rocks, please?  Maybe... make it a double, while you're at it."

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

second time for everything

[xhistoryhunter]

"Nope," Alaric chuckled, leaning over to kiss her temple as they stepped in. Taking in the scenery… Eh, he had to admit, Barbie Klaus had a talent. Oh, hey look — free booze, too. Score. Ric looked back at Jenna a moment later and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You tell me if you’re not feelin’ up to it and I’ll have us outta here in two seconds. Okay?" He hadn’t really thought coming in the first place was a great idea — party being hosted by the sister of the douchewad who killed her, after all — but it wasn’t like he and Jenna had gone out in a long, long while. And Ric was pretty sure he was at least on decent terms with Rebekah; hopefully the feeling was mutual. Then there was the fact Elena’d be here, and he was hoping to keep an eye on her, too. So, lots of reasons to come, and Ric wasn’t complaining, not now that he saw Jenna all decked out. Thought she was gorgeous first thing in the morning? His heart was kinda swelling at the sight of her now. Geezus. How was he so lucky?

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

She couldn't help but lean into his kiss, just a little.  It was comforting, reassuring, just like the sound of his steady heartbeat, and the scent of his aftershave, the way his cheek almost-but-not-quite dimpled when he gave her those little smiles that she knew were meant just for her.  He was her comfort.  "With any luck," she breathed, reaching out with her free hand to snag one of the champagne flutes, "you'll be the first to know."  She shook her head slightly, taking in the nearly unbelievable ambience.  "This place... "  A few words came to mind, not all of which had pleasant connotations.  She supposed that wasn't entirely fair.  She couldn't blame the architecture for its owner.  "It is beautiful.  Everyone looks amazing.  Including you, by the way," she said, casting a glance back to Ric.  "The debonair look... "  Her lips curled upwards in an impish smirk, matched by the glint in her gaze.  "It most definitely suits you, Ric."

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

second time for everything

Jenna struggled to conceal her nervousness.  Social functions hadn't been her forte of late, added to which most of the ones she'd attended recently or had the uncomfortable fortune of watching from on high had ended less than pleasantly.  Inevitably, with a mix of supernatural compacted in a small space with the human variables thrown in... something was bound to explode.  She just ... really hoped that it wasn't her.  She'd fed, maybe even to the point of gluttony, just to be on the safe side, and she had already pegged a half a dozen places where she could obtain alcohol within the first thirty seconds of entering the estate.  Taking in a slow breath, she turned her gaze up towards Alaric, giving him what she hoped was a confident smile.  "This is... definitely not a high school decade dance,"  she offered, in a low tone with a half wry smile as she handed off her wrap to one of the coat checks by the main entrance.

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

[iamtheauthorityfigure]

What's on your mind?

[notahero-rp]

Name: Jenna Sommers

Face Claim: Sara Canning

Age: 29/31

Species: Vampire

Taken

Years ago the fun loving, pot smoking, slightly boozy and promiscuous Jenna Sommers got a wake up call when her older sister died. Summoned to raise her niece and nephew, Elena and Jeremy Gilbert Jenna suddenly became her worst nightmare. The authority figure. Dealing with a druggie delinquent with a good heart and his older, magnet for trouble, do-gooder sister gave her a handful. The whole thing was a blur, trying to balance school, act like a good parent and somehow a personal life in the form of a handsome new history teacher that mysteriously rolled into town. She was completely naive to the supernatural world until it was too late. A call from the doppelganger Katherine, making Jenna think it was Elena, lured the red head out of the house and to Klaus, whom turned her into the vampire he needed to sacrifice. She was killed to break the Sun and the Moon curse, and ultimately lead to the downfall of her family and friends.

A year passed as Jenna had to watch from the other side, the supernatural purgatory that supernatural beings were trapped in. Powerless to help, Jenna watched as Alaric’s mental health slowly diminished with giant pushes from Esther Mikaelson, as well as her niece and nephew struggle without her. Eventually Elena sent her younger brother away to keep him out of harm, but alone it just got worse. She had to sit and watch as Elena became more and more desperate to end it from guilt and loneliness until finally the girl made a deal with a demon. Her soul for Jenna’s return. Now Jenna was back from the dead, and well, a vampire. She didn’t particularly enjoy the lifestyle, but would have to deal, not wanting Elena’s sacrifice to be for nothing. Even though she didn’t know her, Lexi would have been proud of Jenna’s restraint, never feeding on humans directly or killing them. She tried to keep an eye on Jeremy with the help of Ric, though she never approved of his hunters training, and continued to lead as normal life as possible. She finished her masters with a bit of compulsion to why she’d been on a year long hiatus from school and is now a member of the Mystic Falls Historical Society, keeping an eye on the council which isn’t as clueless as most think. Even they are sensing the changes in the air with the coming apocalypse, and maybe being on their good side isn’t such a bad idea.