[ any other time, elena would have tried to liven the room up with talking… no, she wouldn't have. she's not caroline. she simply walks, not wanting to speak at all. she's happy to show elijah the room where she stumbled upon the journal, but she doesn't particularly want to say anything that would start yet another fight.
so, she walks along the hallway, stepping to the left or right when she comes to a room she thinks might be the room she found the journal in. after peeking inside of four rooms on either side, when she comes to the fifth on the right, she waves him in with her hand.
the room's dusty and decaying. the bed's tilted to the right and the restraints fall from its side like a ship's anchor. the bars on the windows give it a sinister look. elena steps to the side, not wanting to venture any further in. ]
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so, she walks along the hallway, stepping to the left or right when she comes to a room she thinks might be the room she found the journal in. after peeking inside of four rooms on either side, when she comes to the fifth on the right, she waves him in with her hand.
the room's dusty and decaying. the bed's tilted to the right and the restraints fall from its side like a ship's anchor. the bars on the windows give it a sinister look. elena steps to the side, not wanting to venture any further in. ]