elena christopoulos / annabeth chase. (haveaplan) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-22 21:30:00 |
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Who: Elena Christopoulos and [OPEN!]
What: General, unflattering rage.
Where: A coffee store in San Francisco.
When: Early evening/January 22.
Warnings: TBA.
Elena had spent a great deal of time at her tutoring session thinking about all that had happened with her brother. When she wasn’t thinking about that, she was thinking about her parents, wondering if handling fights would be easier or harder with them around as appropriate mediators. It all resulted in Elena performing atrociously as a tutor, her two students giving her blank stares when she refused to even acknowledge that they were talking to her, let alone asking her a question about their chemistry homework. Doing such terrible work didn’t sit well with Elena, so she called it quits early, calling her last student to tell him that she was too sick to tutor him tonight. Since Elena never called in sick even when she was sick, it was largely assumed she was dying and thus, it was perfectly acceptable for her to bail out.
She didn’t feel good about it, and she certainly didn’t feel good about going home to face her Aunt Jackie and bombardment of questions. Where’s Xander? What are you two fighting about now? Why can’t he ever match his socks? Why are you wearing so much black today? Have you had enough meat, you look pale? And so on and so forth. She knew that her aunt would be especially pushy about the fight, and about her brother’s whereabouts, and it just wasn’t anything she could talk about. She knew Xander had fled to the camp. That was the place he was pretty much obsessed with now, with or without the help of Percy Jackson. The sad thing was, he truly thought it was just him that was desperate to return. He wasn’t. Annabeth was itching to return “home”, but Elena was just far too practical and tied to her own existence that giving into the wants of another just didn’t seem plausible.
Instead of returning home, Elena meandered her way through a few streets, weaving her car up and down the streets until she found a secluded coffee shop. She parked up the street a ways, so that she wasn’t just stuck on a steep hill. The shop itself was quiet, not a lot of business yet, which meant that she was able to get in, get her coffee, and make her way back out again. Not that she was still in any rush. The longer she stayed away from home, for whatever reasons—another detour, maybe to stop and see a movie, even if seeing one alone was kind of sad—the better. She was scanning her green eyes around the room, slowly making her way towards the door, but not at all paying attention to her surroundings. She was a little more preoccupied in wondering whether or not Xander made it to the camp okay; whether or not she should text him to ask or text him to tell him how stupid she still thought he was.
That was when she ran into someone.
The coffee in her hand was knocked right into her chest, the hot liquid spilling onto her blouse and down onto her pants. It was scorching. “Gods!” She cried. “Watch it!”