Elena Gilbert (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bewitcheries) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} the_triangle_rp,@ 2012-03-03 02:54:00 |
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Character(s): Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore
Rating: PG-13 Updated as needed
Cautions/Warnings: Can Damon just be a warning?
Location: Main living area
Approximate Date: Late morning after this, backdated to pre-blizzard
Status: closed
Elena was just wandering. She didn't know what else to do, really. With her big S.O.S. set up on the beach, and a decent fire smoking away too, her patience had run very thin when there was still no signs of life out there on the horizon or in the skies. She didn't really do 'sit and passively wait to be saved' very well, honestly, so in the afternoon she decided to take a look through the woods. After all, if she was going to survive on this island for any decent length of time she would need to eat and drink.
Shedding the small cardigan and tossing it onto the fire to get a little more smoke - she hardly needed it here, Elena practically felt like she was melting in her spot in the sun - she briefly considered changing into the one other set of clothing that she had with her, and then rather quickly decided against it. She had one other set of clothing, one. She couldn't exactly justify wasting it on her first proper day here now, could she? Still, the ridiculous shoes had to go too, and as she walked up to her backpack near the tree line she kicked the heels off in random directions. The now-dry converse shoes were a much more appropriate option for bush walking, even if the little black dress still wasn't.
Heading off in as straight a line as she could manage, Elena walked and walked until she came upon some huts and frowned. There were more people here? She thought that she and Eric were the only ones. Walking into the area with some caution, she looked around carefully for any signs of people in the vicinity. However, impatience reared its ugly head once more, and if there were people here then goddamnit she wanted a hut too! Sleeping on the sand was fun for one night, but she certainly didn't want to make a habit of it.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called as loud as she could, still tip-toeing through the area as though it actually mattered when she was yelling the way she was, "Who lives here? Anyone? Helloooo? Come on, someone's gotta be home!"
Rating: PG-13 Updated as needed
Cautions/Warnings: Can Damon just be a warning?
Location: Main living area
Approximate Date: Late morning after this, backdated to pre-blizzard
Status: closed
Elena was just wandering. She didn't know what else to do, really. With her big S.O.S. set up on the beach, and a decent fire smoking away too, her patience had run very thin when there was still no signs of life out there on the horizon or in the skies. She didn't really do 'sit and passively wait to be saved' very well, honestly, so in the afternoon she decided to take a look through the woods. After all, if she was going to survive on this island for any decent length of time she would need to eat and drink.
Shedding the small cardigan and tossing it onto the fire to get a little more smoke - she hardly needed it here, Elena practically felt like she was melting in her spot in the sun - she briefly considered changing into the one other set of clothing that she had with her, and then rather quickly decided against it. She had one other set of clothing, one. She couldn't exactly justify wasting it on her first proper day here now, could she? Still, the ridiculous shoes had to go too, and as she walked up to her backpack near the tree line she kicked the heels off in random directions. The now-dry converse shoes were a much more appropriate option for bush walking, even if the little black dress still wasn't.
Heading off in as straight a line as she could manage, Elena walked and walked until she came upon some huts and frowned. There were more people here? She thought that she and Eric were the only ones. Walking into the area with some caution, she looked around carefully for any signs of people in the vicinity. However, impatience reared its ugly head once more, and if there were people here then goddamnit she wanted a hut too! Sleeping on the sand was fun for one night, but she certainly didn't want to make a habit of it.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called as loud as she could, still tip-toeing through the area as though it actually mattered when she was yelling the way she was, "Who lives here? Anyone? Helloooo? Come on, someone's gotta be home!"