Elaine Belloc -- Elaine Demiurgos - God (yahwehwannabe) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-24 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | elaine belloc, open, peter petrelli (future) |
Who: Elaine Belloc & Open to whoever wanted to be in Giselle's party.
What: Giselle's welcome back party.
Where: Elaine's room in the Hyperion.
When: After this. Fail late. I know.
Rating: Likely PG. Involves woodland animals.
Status: Ongoing
Elaine’d not been sure why she proposed a party for this girl she barely knew a thing about. So, she was nice, sad and had given them all a basket as present that led almost everyone in acting like prats about it, instead of just thank her for the effort. Honestly, people could be stupidly mean, sometimes. They didn’t even mean to be that way, she was sure. Having known so many diverse creatures in her existence made Elaine open minded at different patterns of behavior. She didn’t need empathic and mind reading abilities to know Giselle was a good person. So good she could have come out from a Disney film and Elaine had never liked those.
Maybe this isn’t about her alone, she thought to herself. It was to fit in after being trapped alone with Lucifer for, like, eons in that stupid place she created by accident. She missed Mona and Gadium. She missed everyone, even Mazikeen.
“So here I am. Elaine Belloc is pretending again to have some shred of normalcy left,” she murmured, fixing a balloon on the corner of a wall. She might be blind but she could still see in other ways, as she could use her other senses. For example, she knew the flowers in her vase were delizy roses, the yellow ones she loved so much, by their fragrance alone. They smelled like peaches. In London, she had loved to visit the park with her mum and sat on the bench for hours, only to take in their sweet perfume. Her mother had always humoured her in this pastime.
Biting her lip, Elaine forced her thoughts away from her foster mother and focused on to check if the food was edible, if the drinks weren’t accidentally toxic and if the pair of chipmunks remained in the basket she had made for them. They had a bright, red ribbon wrapped around their necks to make them more endearing. Or she assumed they were cuter, she couldn't see them. Satisfied, she opened the door, hoping the others would remember and that the celebration was not only between two. Well, alright, four with the little devils she’d made.