elena gilbert (matter) wrote in marinanova, @ 2014-04-21 11:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | elena gilbert, martha jones |
( day 268 ) closed voice to martha jones.
[ it's hard to get up; it's such a consistent feeling to elena that by now it's no news. every day is like this: she opens her eyes, remembers what and who and where she is, and gets out of bed.
this morning is different. she can sense it the moment after her eyes open, after she stares at the ceiling for those few blinks to ready herself. she doesn't think too much of it, simply pulls in a breath and mentally shakes herself, pulls the covers off and moves to sit. that's when she sees her hand - not her hand.
her breath shallows and panic overcomes her. when she gathers herself to do the logical thing - to run to the bathroom mirror and look into it - she finally recognizes the face staring back at her.
but she's in her room, wearing the same clothes. her unfamiliar hands touch and grasp the belly of her shirt. (this isn't her body.) anger and upset fills her. this has to be some kind of new joke or mishap - that's when she rushes to her bedside to pick up her communicator and listen to the morning announcement.
of course.
then she contacts martha, startling only slightly at the sound of her - martha's voice - connecting the line. she nearly chooses video, but starts off with voice instead. she doesn't want to startle the other woman if she is just waking up. ]
Martha? It's - it's Elena. I think, uhm. The wardens are conducting another experiment. I'm in your body.