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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[prevenance]

You know, I have been alive for a thousand years, Elena. Do you think I truly haven't ever had soda?

( he has. he just isn't very fond of it. he prefers wine and water and maybe the occasional beer if the occasion calls for it. but, soda just seems a little too...juvenile for him. )

I had a preference for root beer a long, long time ago. So, I have had soda and though I don't drink it often, I will drink it.

[descendent]

[ she arches her brow at him, behaving purposefully disbelieving. she can't picture him drinking soda. while it seems a little strange to tease him in the light of recent events, it makes her feel good. elena misses teasing people. she misses feeling fun. ]

I doubt you know how to hold a cup filled with soda or a soda can, Elijah.

[ pursing her lips, she shakes her head. take her bait, mikaelson. ]

[prevenance]

Are you trying to...challenge me into holding a can of soda or something?

( that's kind of strange, elena. he doesn't mind it because it's amusing and considering their surroundings, it's good to be amused. but, he's still going to push back against the thought that he can't hold a soda can. )

You're trying to challenge me into asking for a glass of soda so you can make me drink it, aren't you?

( he knows your game. )

[descendent]

[ she shrugs exaggeratedly, looking ahead. she knows he can see her smile, but she doesn't care. her game is obvious, and she thinks his response will be even more so. elijah's going to hold a soda can long enough for her to imprint the sight of him in her memory for a thousand years. ]

I am.

[ she smiles as she turns her head to look at him. ]

I think the main question here is whether or not you're going to do it.

[prevenance]

Why?

( challenges aren't really the type of thing that he feels he always has to accept or look bad for it. he doesn't really think he has anything to prove. )

What would you get out of seeing me hold a soda can? Besides personal satisfaction?

( and probably laughter. )