021 » WHAT GOES AROUND GHOST AROUND

[descendent]

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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[descendent]

[ 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. ]

[cholesterol]

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.