EXPLORING. ( cw: mentions of blood/ blood loss, death. )
[ really, she should be resting.
after experiencing a traumatic event, she should be tucked away in a bed in the boarding house and rest until her body feels like it's working at one hundred percent again and she's feeling fresh-faced and alive.
but that's not what elena does.
she's still dressed in her clothes from home, ignoring how it feels icky and in a desperate need of several washes. it's comfortable in a way that's also discomforting, but she keeps her hands wrapped around her and braves the could, her converse shoes not even holding a candle to thick boots.
elena travels back to the crack in the road where she had woken up. nothing seems out of the ordinary. no one else is lying stone-cold unconscious on the snow. elena waits, as if expecting the crack to widen up and spit someone out, but her bones begin to feel chilled and her teeth are gritted so tightly together that she decides she has to move on.
it's by sheer luck that she finds the general store. if only her arms were longer and she had several more poking out from her body, she'd be able to gather everything she can see in her arms and take it outside to go sit out in the snow. taking her time browsing the shelves, she collects some bandaids and bandages, a bottle of water, a loaf of bread, and a few other food items from the shelves.
she doesn't take them very far. sitting outside the store, she places all her items neatly beside her and opens up her bottle of water. she gulps that down like she's part fish, and spends some of her time eating a chocolate bar and a piece of bread. she hadn't realised how hungry she was. she sits there and watches anything that passes by, and nothing that happens to, as well. the town is very, very strange and empty. it's very much like how she feels right now. ]
( ooc: She's going shopping with Dean after these prompts, so clothes shopping is off the table. Elena's free to travel anywhere else. )
DAY 19 | EXPLORING, MORNING AND DAY.
( cw: mentions of blood/ blood loss, death. )
[ really, she should be resting.
after experiencing a traumatic event, she should be tucked away in a bed in the boarding house and rest until her body feels like it's working at one hundred percent again and she's feeling fresh-faced and alive.
but that's not what elena does.
she's still dressed in her clothes from home, ignoring how it feels icky and in a desperate need of several washes. it's comfortable in a way that's also discomforting, but she keeps her hands wrapped around her and braves the could, her converse shoes not even holding a candle to thick boots.
elena travels back to the crack in the road where she had woken up. nothing seems out of the ordinary. no one else is lying stone-cold unconscious on the snow. elena waits, as if expecting the crack to widen up and spit someone out, but her bones begin to feel chilled and her teeth are gritted so tightly together that she decides she has to move on.
it's by sheer luck that she finds the general store. if only her arms were longer and she had several more poking out from her body, she'd be able to gather everything she can see in her arms and take it outside to go sit out in the snow. taking her time browsing the shelves, she collects some bandaids and bandages, a bottle of water, a loaf of bread, and a few other food items from the shelves.
she doesn't take them very far. sitting outside the store, she places all her items neatly beside her and opens up her bottle of water. she gulps that down like she's part fish, and spends some of her time eating a chocolate bar and a piece of bread. she hadn't realised how hungry she was. she sits there and watches anything that passes by, and nothing that happens to, as well. the town is very, very strange and empty. it's very much like how she feels right now. ]
( ooc: She's going shopping with Dean after these prompts, so clothes shopping is off the table. Elena's free to travel anywhere else. )