villagelogs | 021 » WHAT GOES AROUND GHOST AROUND

characters: Elena Gilbert and funeral goers—Elijah Mikaelson, Dean Winchester and Helen Magnus.
location: The makeshift cemetery, south Mathias.
date/time: Late evening, say 6pm.
content: Overwhelmed with guilt, Elena holds a little ceremony for the spectre that she witnessed being murdered. In reality, she's holding it for herself.
warnings: Mentions of death, grief, murder.

The makeshift cemetery could use another marker.

Wrapped up in a long, thick winter coat with a patterned scarf wrapped around her neck, Elena isn't quite sure of what to make of the little gathering that's appeared for the spectre. Perhaps they think she's a little lost (they're not wrong) or perhaps they think that she's saying goodbye to someone she knows (she is). Whatever their reasons, it doesn't matter in the end. The one lesson she's learned over the last few years is that strangers or acquaintances tend to pull through for her when she least expects it.

She ensures not to kick the lantern that flickers by her side as she kneels on the snow. It soaks through her jeans and sticks to the denim, but she hardly shivers. It's with an old and worn sneaker (she couldn't find a hammer) that she hammers in the uneven, splintering plank of wood into the earth and snow. She does her best with her human strength, but it's a little on the wonky side.

There's no name on the makeshift marker. Elena had known what name she wanted to put on there, but she uses the excuse of Elijah's presence to forgo using the pen in her pocket.

Letting out an exhale, she looks at the marker. "This is for whoever you've lost that you didn't get to say goodbye to." Plucking the thick pen from her pocket, she still doesn't look up. "You can write that person's name on the wood if you want."

Elena will be when everyone's gone. She'll write two names on the wooden panel.

Jenna Sommers.
Spectre.

[ ooc: Anyone is welcome to have seen Elena determinedly gather things from the general store and abandoned houses and followed her to the cemetery. Action spam/prose welcome.

The above write-up is my top level so I'll assume anyone who tags in wants to interact with Elena. (Please note she has a Madness that means she has a fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries, ha.) That said, please feel free to top level as I imagine some of you may want to interact with one another! (Just imagine everyone coupling off to talk quietly since one big long thread with multiple people is bound to be, in the words of Beyonce, a disas-tuh.)

Any qs, you can reach me here. ]

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The note said, Keep it lit.

( His breath is raspy, the drinking from earlier and the unintentional nap coursing through his vocal cords. Not that the cold air helps.

And then, because he did spy the name scrawled onto the wood, he, with care, asks a question. )

Who's Jenna?

[ this is the risk her writing jenna's named posed. someone may find her marker and then ask around who jenna summers was. she's opened and door and she has to welcome those who step through it.

she rubs at her collarbone through her scarf. ]

My aunt. She died back home before I came here.

[ it's simply put. she's allowed to rewrite history, isn't she? ]

I'm sorry.

( Dean knows about death with a lower case D and an Uppercase one. And he has bones to pick with both. Well, he liked the first Death. That guy was a class act. Billie became a balance-restoring megalomaniac. Maybe. Who is he to say? )

And the spectre? You kill a ghost yourself?

[ she frowns, feeling and sounding stressed. ] No! I didn't kill it.

[ although, she most certainly had a hand in it. elena is a harbinger of death upon those around her. why not add a spectre to the list? it makes her feel guilty that an unknown creature that seemed harmless is dead because of her. she knows it's dead; acquainted with death all too well, she knows it when she witnesses it.

she threads a hand through her hair. ] Just keep your lantern lit, okay? Make sure that your friends do, too.

Elena, it's not murder. Ghosts are already dead. Killing a ghost, sending it packing, that's the nicest thing you can do for it.

( Ghosts are stuck. They're tormented. And, slowly, their desires and wants twist. Their sanity lessens. They become more hostile and more dangerous. Even friends and loved ones he knew that were dead, he knew they were better off passing on.

He hears the guilt in her quick response and tries to clear it up. If she did something, if it involved the lantern, it's not a bad thing. )

I know. Answer your phones and keep the lantern lit. What's next, keep your front door open for Elijah, but try not to freeze to death. ( He looks back at her. ) Bible Elijah. Yours is a piece of work.

[ unsure of what to say, uncertain of what she even wants to say, elena knows it's on the tip of her tongue to tell him that ghosts may be dead but they're still beings. they still live, just like emily did, waiting to… possess bonnie. her experience with ghosts is as limited as someone who isn't damon disliking elijah.

she blinks, brows furrowing together. her comes come to cross against her chest. ] He's a good person.

[ he's hardly her friend, but it doesn't feel right to not defend him. ]

Yeah? He gave me the third degree because he spied on us moving a rack of flannel shirts. Real salacious stuff.

( That, and, he's been staring at him today. During the funeral Elena threw, he was practically staring through into his soul. But, really just at his neck. )

[ she crosses her arms against her chest and tilts her head to the side. for her, salacious implications belong more to damon than elijah. ]

What did he say?

[ she'll happily go tell elijah to cut it out if he's saying things she doesn't like. she's unafraid of a big bad original. ]

He just wanted to know how I knew you. Seems like he might be keeping tabs. You're friends?

( Is it his business? )

[ they're friends—or could be friends. she isn't quite sure how to categorise elijah within the people of her life, but he's been kind to her and a decent conversationalist and companion. she thinks he's a new friend. and as most of her friends go, they get extremely protective over her for some reason.

she regards him curiously. ] We're friends who happen to be in a strange town and have no idea why we're here. Wouldn't you be concerned about your friend, the angel?

The angel can take care of himself and smite anyone that looks at him wrong. ( He - goes a bit slack jawed. ) He wouldn't. I'm just not concerned about who he consorts with. Elijah, he, like, probed be.

( A beat. )

For information.

[ …okay. elena glances back at elijah, wondering if he's even listening, before she faces dean once more. ]

This sounds like something you might need to discuss with him if he's upset you. Anything he said was harmless; he's just extremely overprotective.

You think any of us in this matchbox of a town are actually harmless?

( He can't speak to how overprotective he is. )

[ she lifts her brows a little. it's a good point, but one that she feels downplays the kindness and trust she's seen displayed by the people in this town. all they have is one another. ]

If you weren't, I don't think you would've trusted me to help you push a rack of clothing back to the place that you feel safe enough to stay in.

Unless I didn't know any better.

( They both do, he thinks. )

I'm suspicious. He's not special. But, I have receipts.

[ after everything that she's experienced in the last week alone, elena wants to be able to feel exhausted. it irritates her that history seems to be repeating itself once more; being pitted in the middle of two grown ass men who are way older than her is something she doesn't crave, no matter what anyone says.

with a soft sigh, her arms cross and her brows furrow in exasperation. ]

I appreciate your concern about what you felt he had implied when he spoke to you, but I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by coming to me about my friend. I don't appreciate feeling like you're trying to pit me against the only person that I know from home with the threat of having receipts. I don't know what these receipts are, but I don't believe you have anything to be suspicious about. If you have a problem with Elijah, go talk to Elijah.

[ be a grown ass man. ]

Elena, he's not special because I find everyone here suspicious. My receipts are literal. They're not here, but imagine a book series, all written about me and my brother. I warned you he asked me out you. He's your friend. Braid bracelets together for all I care, I'm not in high school.

( So. That's as close an apology as most people would get from Dean Winchester. )

And I talked to Elijah. He has a staring problem. That's not on you. I'm sorry about your aunt.

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