Who: Elena Gilbert and Elijah Mikaelson What: Elena just HAD to want a contingency plan for if the Originals showed up. At least it's the non-crazy one. When: 1 November 2012 after class Where: The cemetery. Elena is creepy graveyard girl, don't judge her. Warnings: TBD Status: Thread | Incomplete
With Halloween come and gone, things were going back to normal. Sort of. Glinda's arrival had definitely made things a bit more strained as Elena was now worried about Elphie, especially when the bubble witch hadn't shown up to reclaim her room. It hadn't been hard to figure out when she was from just based off what she was going by and the time she had given to Damon for how long it had been for the blond. The good thing was that she remembered this place and wouldn't be struggling to come to terms with everything that had happened. Instead she was dealt with the memories and knowledge of this place and what it meant for what she had lived through. It made sense why she might want space but Elena still worried about Elphie. She was thankful that Nessa's ghost had at least been helpful for the green witch.
But life went on and classes had to be attended. The brunette was just thankful she had gotten Anatoly to agree to letting her have an ankle brace as opposed to a cast for the last week or so of her need for such things before she was to start physiotherapy. WIth everything that had come up since the ghosts, Elena had once again started pushing the things she had learned to the side. Tried to ignore everything Alaric had rubbed in her face while throwing her around, unable to kill her all the while wanting to. Because it was easier to get around with a brace than a cast. But right now, she needed time. Elphie needed her to be strong but some of the things brought up in her psychology class were getting to Elena and she needed to pull herself together in order to be there for Elphie once she got back to the house.
Even though she didn't know anyone buried here, Elena ended up at the cemetery, dining a mausoleum to sit against. She was creepy graveyard girl, even though she didn't have to be. But graveyards were peaceful. There were the mourners, those coming to visit their lost loved ones, but it wasn't the park where most people showed up. It wasn't overrun with yelling children, so full of life and reminding Elena of a life long since gone.
With all the uncertainty of this place, Elena was good at avoiding things. But with it being the Day of the Dead in most cultures and that being brought up in class, Elena couldn't avoid. She couldn't avoid the deaths of those close to her back home. The death of Anakin, the death he had returned to when the Seal sent him back the day after her birthday. Two months. She hadn't dealt with it or any of it. Not since she'd been drugged up and rambling at Anatoly. Who wanted her to talk about it. Sighing in frustration, the brunette pulled out her journal, staring at the blank page.