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[forgetyourusedtobe]

spam - racetrack.
[Elena wakes up early as she always does. She doesn't recognize the room she's in, but she has a vague sense that this is where she's supposed to be right now. So, she doesn't panic or start trying to find her parents or Jeremy. They'll come for her eventually, she's sure. And besides, Mommy always said that if she was ever lost to not panic. Instead, she just hops out of bed and starts looking for her diary. When she can't find it, she settles for an empty journal she finds after pawing around through the things in her room.]

[She lays on her bed, writing away for a while until she starts to get hungry for some breakfast. But before she heads to the mess hall, she's looking for Racetrack. The first place she thinks to look, is naturally Racetrack's room. She scampers off, barefoot and still in her PJs with her new diary and knocks impatiently and loudly on her door.]

Racetrack, wake up!

spam - open.
[Elena can be found all over the Barge. Usually she's sitting and keeping to herself with just her journal - even if she's decided to just plop down in a hallway - writing away and humming a made-up song. Sometimes she's drawing in her journal for parts of her stories because she's pretty certain she's going to write a lot of kid's books because she's such a great "drawerer" on top of being a writer. Sometimes she's just exploring and wandering - though still with her journal. She doesn't let it out of her sight ever and she won't let you hold it either. She's a little more wary of the adults than she is the other kids (you aren't supposed to talk to strangers, after all), but she still has a smile for everyone regardless.]

video.
[Elena's holding the communicator upside down, but doesn't seem to realize or possibly care all that much.]

Anybody know where I can get some chalk? I wanna play hopskotch.

((ooc: Elena is affected by the flood and is currently 7 years old. All responses will come from usedtobe!))

Comments

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Racetrack's got a really dumb name. She's probably dumb, too. [He's not sure why he assumes it's a woman; something just tells him it is.]

[usedtobe]

It's just a nickname! And what do you know?! You're just a bully!

[Someone's getting worked up.]

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[He knows he's being a prick, knows his mother would say his name like she's horrified he's her son, knows his dad would yell at him. They would hate the way he's acting.

And thinking that hurts worse, so he grabs for her diary, and holds it up.]

A bully would probably take this. So I guess I should, huh?

[usedtobe]

[She practically shrieks and lunges at him, trying to snatch it back. But he's too tall.]

Hey! Give that back!

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[Her jerks back, standing and holding it up to flip through it.]

Do you even know how to write yet? This is what you're tripping people up over, really?

[usedtobe]

Give it back!

[Elena's grappling onto his shirt and try to haul herself up, but she's still too short and her jumps are too small to reach. She can feel tears starting to sting her eyes, but she's not going to cry.]

[jumpeduplittleshit]

Come get it. [He pushes her off and wrenches away, heading for one of the common rooms. If he was feeling really mean, he'd tear it up. He's tempted. Maybe she'll cry.

He's not sure he wants to make her cry. Once he gets to the common room, he drops her book on the couch.]

Sit there, brat.

[usedtobe]

[Elena quickly grabs the book off the couch, but she doesn't sit on it. She glares up at him, defiantly with hot, angry tears still in her eyes. She wipes them away, as you would expect, with a good deal of anger.]

My name is Elena.

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[No. Tears. Nope. He's not feeling guilty.

(Not wondering how his mom would scold him.)]

So sit there, Elena.

[He does feel a little guilty. Shit. Time to leave.] It's for your own good, you know.

[And he turns on his heel and walks quickly back out into the hall, head sagging a little. He made a little girl cry. Big strong asshole he is.]