forgetyourusedtobe | Є027 spam/voice [slightly forward dated to 01/24]

spam - simon.

[When Elena wakes, she sits up abruptly with a loud and harsh gulp of air. She looks around the room with only her eyes at first, her neck too stiff and sore to move without pain, trying to figure out where she is. Elena at first is blinking rapidly because she remembers what happened and she has to do something to keep the tears back. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she tries to calm her breathing.]

[After a few seconds, she realizes she's not alone. Elena turns her head to look at him with a small wince, hand instinctively reaching to rub at her neck. They haven't met before, but she assumes he's the one who found her on the deck. (And this is probably his room.) Did he find Dean, too? (She wonders if Dean's okay. Maybe he doesn't deserve her concern, but it's reflexive and she can't help it.) There's also the question of who exactly this guy is. But she starts with her first question.]

Where's Dean?

voice.

[Elena doesn't stay in Simon's cabin long. Once she's done talking with him, she manages to keep herself together until she makes it to her cabin. She closes her door and leans against it. For a brief moment, it feels like she'll be okay. But alone, with no one to pretend that she's fine in front of, she can't keep the tears back any longer. Elena purses her lips as her vision blurs with tears before she slumps down onto the floor feeling entirely exhausted and empty.]

[She thinks of reaching out to people. She picks up her communicator countless times trying to make herself call someone. Abigail, Arkin, even the stupid impulse to call Dean. (At one point, she fishes out the cell phone he gave her, just staring at his phone number knowing there's no way to actually reach him.) But each time she ends up setting it back down with a fresh wave of tears. But she's not just crying entirely for herself.]

[She didn't deserve that. She knows she didn't deserve that. But it didn't just come out of nowhere. That Dean is this far gone hurts. It hurts not just for herself, but for everyone who's ever known him. And it hurts Dean most of all.]

[When she finally feels like she can keep it together long enough, she picks up her communicator.]

If you found my diary, I'd appreciate it if you'd give it back. [She draws a steadying breath, pushing her hair back out of her face. There's a small sniffle.] I'm uh... I'm in my room. Level 4, room 3.

Thanks.

[She cuts it there.]

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[That earns a small amused sound that isn't quite a laugh from Elena.]

Thanks. It'll probably close to the railing if it's still up there.

I'll go an' have a quick look-see. You sit tight.

If it's not there, let me know. Someone else may have already picked it up.

[She hopes it didn't end up overboard.]

If it is gone, could you ask the Admiral for it back?

Probably. I mean, I'm not really sure.

We could give it a shot.

I guess it couldn't hurt to try.

Be right back, love.

Thanks.

[ooc: permission to find/not find the journal?]

[ooc: granted to find!!!]

[Some time later, Mason signs back on with a bit of a cocky, proud smirk, holding up a diary]

Is this what you're looking for?

That's exactly what I was looking for.

Which room's your room, my darling? Let Prince Charming come an' deliver your precious diary.

Level four, room three.

Leave the light on.

I will.

[She's also going to use the time it takes him to turn up to look a little less like a disaster.]

[Mason, in his own sweet time, gets lost twice before knocking on Elena's door]

Knock knock. S'me.

[By the time Mason's figured out where the hell Elena's room is, she has had time to reapply and fix her make-up. Her eyes are still a little red and puffy though.]

Come in, [she says, holding the door wide enough to let him inside.]

[He ducks inside, quickly, and shuts the door behind him. Like a proud dog displaying his fetched item, Mason holds out the diary]

I believe this belongs to you.

[Elena manages a smile and takes the diary from him.]

Hey, all my girl secrets.

I didn't read it. I promise.

[He gives a bit of a grin, stepping back]

Think that's worth a sticker, right?

Definitely a gold star, [Elena says with a nod and a small laugh. She crosses her room to put her diary in its "hiding" spot. When she was really little, she thought it was a clever spot that nobody would notice. Now much older, it's more just force of habit that has her putting it there over and over again.] I don't have stickers, but will you take cookies?

[She picks up a package of Oreos that she had started to split with Scott the last time he came over.]

Don't mind cookies, but if you could give a mention to Gwen about my doing a good deed, that'd be even better. I'm trying to graduate.

[She makes a face at first, about to tell him that it doesn't exactly work like that. (It'd be great if it did, of course.) But she has a feeling he probably already knows that. Or if he doesn't, he doesn't need to hear it. There's been enough hurtful things said and done today.]

[She nods with a little smiles as she picks up the Oreos and brings them to him.]

I'll be sure to let her know.

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