forgetyourusedtobe | Є014 text//spam

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.]

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that's pretty ableist of you.

Christ, Elena, what do you want from me?

nothing. like i said, i'm bored and want to hang out. is that a crime?

With the shit you get yourself into, it should be. What d'you want to do, video games?

i guess. i'm not that good at them though.

Blame all that estrogen. If you want to start beating me, start getting a hormone prescription.

d'amico, you are gearing up to eat your words.

Bring it on, Gilbert. I'll even let you name the game.

no, no. i'll give you the home field advantage. it'll make destroying you all the sweeter.

Mario Kart.

try not to cry when you lose, okay? pretty sure bawling your eyes out over mario kart's at the very top of the most embarrassing things you could do.

Pretty sure losing to me is one of the most embarrassing things YOU could do.

keep talking, d'amico. it's only going to make kicking your ass all the more enjoyable. don't worry, i'm sure cassel will still be able to look at you in the morning.

In the words of my favorite high school cheerleading movie...Bring it on.

and it took you how long to figure out you're gay?

Cut me a break, Elena, there weren't gay guys in the mob.

you sure?

Anyone who was, was either killed or moved. Or was smart enough to shut up about it.

what a loving family.

Seriously, shut up about my family. My dad was awesome.

you were close with him?

We were tight, yeah. I loved my dad.

can i ask what happened?

He died. He died because he hurt people who didn't deserve it and who weren't asking for it. Violence breeding violence.

that sucks.

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