Damon Salvatore

Third-Person Sample:

"You know, I think it's some kind of cosmic joke. I metaphorically get kicked between the legs by two different girls with the same face." Damon was speaking more to himself than the pretty blonde bartender that seemed far too familiar with him. He let out a sigh and a groan before swirling the amber coloured liquid in his glass. "I thought for one minute that she might actually feel the same thing. But then she goes and says she'd never want to be with me."

The vampire looked up at Cami and finished his drink, only pausing on his tirade to slide the empty glass toward her to await a refill. Had he known that he had befriended this same woman before during his last visit to Wonderland, he probably wouldn't be sharing this much information. No, he definitely wouldn't be but even then, he could just compel her if he needed. Someone should have probably warned him that there were a handful of people the bartenders included that knew about vervain. When his glass gets refilled, the ranting continues.

"I should kill her, I should just..." The raven haired male brought a hand up to rub at his face as he simply gave up on words for a moment. How had Elena managed to get under his skin so quickly... What was it about those pesky Petrova Dopplegangers that made him crazier than he already was? He took another gulp of his drink before locking eyes with her. "Why wouldn't she just give me a chance? Why is it always Stefan?"

First-Person Sample:

[ Damon seems a bit frazzled, with a dash of annoyed and definitely shirtless when the video starts up, at least he's kind of covered up with rather lavish looking bedsheets. ] No one happens to really remember what happened last night do they?

[ Did anyone turn up dead? He remembers the alcohol, and then the blood... Lots of blood. He wouldn't feel bad if he did suck anyone dry, but if he had to cover anything up or stake anyone, he should probably get to it. Blue eyes look over to the other side of his unfortunately empty bed. ]

And has anyone seen my ring?

[ Because that was definitely a problem. ]

It has a lot of sentimental value.

CAUSE SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS

Third-Person Sample:

Blue eyes - it was the first thing the network really got to see - a pair of confused but still piercing blue eyes. Damon Salvatore's blue peepers looking at the device Wonderland had so graciously given him, and if the occasional squinting didn't give it away; confusion was ever present on his face. At least this time he seemed more unimpressed by his arrival than angry, the anger would come later, and when it did, boy did it. Eyebrows tugged together to cause a crease in his brow as he tried to process everything. This... He wasn't in Mystic Falls... at least not any part of Mystic Falls he remembered.

The device was thrown to the ground in complete agitation - obviously it was something Elena or Stefan or even Bonnie cooked up. Somehow, the video feed continued to show a jarred angle of Damon and his tantrum. He honestly regretted killing Jeremy; he'd gotten lucky with the ring, but that didn't mean that they had a free vervain him out of his mind and drop him in the middle of a field at... God knows where ticket. They were gonna get an earful and then they were gonna - he hadn't exactly cooked up what yet.

He took a beat before reaching into his pocket for his phone. When he pulled it out, the anger that had built up on his brow only seemed to deepen. "At least you remembered one thing I taught you, Stefan - no signal." He'd be proud of his baby bro if it weren't for the fact that Damon was the victim. But the PDA was weird... He pocketed his phone silently, and headed back over to the device he'd found upon waking up.


First-Person Sample: [ The video feed starts up to Damon in the kitchen, he's got a knife in his hand and garlic in the other. Behind him something looks like it's boiling in a pot. Those close to the kitchen may begin smelling something rather mouthwatering. ]

I'm aware we can't leave - unfortunately, that we can get whatever we want from this place. [ He gives a loose hand gesture with the knife as if he's not very impressed, then he goes back to what he was doing - slicing garlic up. ]

But are any of the vintage wines really vintage? [ It's an important question. He doesn't trust any of the closet's alcohol, but beggars cannot be choosers, even if Damon's not used to being a beggar. ]

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