Eʟᴇɴᴀ Gɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ (
forgetyourusedtobe) wrote2013-11-09 05:58 pm
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text - mal.
busy?
text - chris.
i'm bored. let's do something.
text - arkin.
i need to talk to you. got a minute?
spam - bond.
[Elena has spent some time making the arm cuff for Bond. She cut up and stitched a jacket for material and broke as well as sharpened some wooden furniture for the stakes.]
[He may or may not like it. She doesn't really care if he does. He covered for her when he didn't have to and she figures she owes him something for that.]
[Elena brings it by his cabin and knocks.]
spam - dean.
[Elena knocks on Dean's door because she was rude the last time they spoke. Because, in the end, he's right. No one gets to tell him to care or not care about her any more than they get to tell her to care or not to care about anything at all.]
[She's not empty-handed for this burying of the hatchet though. There's a bottle of JD in her hand as she waits for him to answer.]
spam - cassel.
[Elena waits to see Cassel last. Of all the people she can't stand, he's at the very top of the list. She's not sorry for what she did and she never will be as far as she's concerned. But this radio silence is driving her nuts. She'd rather they be enemies or at least tenuous allies again. But none of this hovering around in a nebulous who-the-hell-knows state.]
[She doesn't knock on his door though. She just hangs outside of it like she did last time, waiting.]
busy?
text - chris.
i'm bored. let's do something.
text - arkin.
i need to talk to you. got a minute?
spam - bond.
[Elena has spent some time making the arm cuff for Bond. She cut up and stitched a jacket for material and broke as well as sharpened some wooden furniture for the stakes.]
[He may or may not like it. She doesn't really care if he does. He covered for her when he didn't have to and she figures she owes him something for that.]
[Elena brings it by his cabin and knocks.]
spam - dean.
[Elena knocks on Dean's door because she was rude the last time they spoke. Because, in the end, he's right. No one gets to tell him to care or not care about her any more than they get to tell her to care or not to care about anything at all.]
[She's not empty-handed for this burying of the hatchet though. There's a bottle of JD in her hand as she waits for him to answer.]
spam - cassel.
[Elena waits to see Cassel last. Of all the people she can't stand, he's at the very top of the list. She's not sorry for what she did and she never will be as far as she's concerned. But this radio silence is driving her nuts. She'd rather they be enemies or at least tenuous allies again. But none of this hovering around in a nebulous who-the-hell-knows state.]
[She doesn't knock on his door though. She just hangs outside of it like she did last time, waiting.]
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in person?
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you can stop by my room or i can come to yours. whichever.
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[And a few minutes later he shows up and knocks.]
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Make yourself at home.
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He's just shrugged on a sweater when the knock comes, and though he considers not answering, he goes to the door to frown down at Elena.]
What is it?
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[Elena rolls her eyes a little.]
[She unceremoniously holds out the arm cuff complete with two stakes.]
Here.
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Is this a joke?
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Am I laughing?
Look, it's one of Ric's weapons that he came up with when he was still hunting vampires. I know you'd probably be more interested in his stake gun, but I'm kinda restricted with resources. And it's not as useful anyways.
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[He slows when he sees her, though he doesn't stop. He's not afraid, but he's not stupid enough to be incautious at this point either.]
Elena. [In a what-can-I-do-you-for kind of tone.]
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[Just because she compelled you to turn Bond into a rat, Cassel... Jesus.]
What are you doing?
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[What the fuck else would he be doing.]
You want something? [OTHER THAN COMPELLING HIM, HE MEANS.]
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[Elena takes a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolds it. Sitting in the middle of it is a braided bracelet. Cassel may or may not notice she's not touching it directly and holding it out to him.]
I came by to bring you this.
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private
[And then, five minutes later:]
no. what?
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so, what do you say?
private
[Because she is. Right now. RIGHT THIS MINUTE.]
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No going easy on me just because I'm younger, got it?
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spam!!!!!!
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So really, not much change on that front, except now he's got Ned to consider. Fuck.
The knock is a welcome distraction and he moves to answer it without thinking much about it, drawn up short when he sees who's standing in the hallway. Everything about him goes slightly more wary, and his lips press into a line.]
Evenin', pickle. You get the right door or do I close this again and pretend like it didn't happen?
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Got no use for olive branches, but you can bring whiskey any time. C'mon in.
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[She looks around the room, inspecting it. Elena didn't know what exactly she expected for him, but she crinkles her nose while her back is to him.]
You seriously sleep in here?
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