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sixthiterationlogs2017-11-17 10:46 pm
copingskills) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-11-17 10:46 pm
001 ][ i see a ghost out on the water, i swear it has my face
WHO: Elena Gilbert
WHERE: Fountain > Inn > Around the Village
WHEN: Nov 18 - 20th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: References to death and drowning
FOUNTAIN - Nov 18th
This had all happened before, this feeling. She was floating, waiting for the darkness to swallow her, only this time she was alone. That made it better, somehow. More peaceful. She didn't have the burden of watching her parents drown with her because of her mistakes, her selfishness.
Her lungs still burned as they screamed for air, and it was the shock of a sudden temperature difference that brought her back briefly from her oxygen-deprived haze. The water had been cold in the river below Wickery Bridge, but not this cold. Not by a long-shot. It felt like a thousand daggers were suddenly stabbing into her skin through the fabric of her drenched clothes as it sucked every last bit of warmth out of her insides.
It was hard to tell which way was up, the depth of the water disorienting, but she felt a gentle push as if she were being guided, and she managed to find the strength for a few weak kicks toward the surface.
Hopefully, someone would be nearby to give her a hand when hers managed to break the surface of the water, despite the storm. At least her bright red scrubs make her easier to see that she might be otherwise.
INN - Nov 19th
With the ice storm still going strong outside, Elena opts to stay inside where it's warm, at least for today. She's got the gist of what's going on, though she's still not convinced that she isn't dead and this is some weird sort of limbo or...whatever.
That said, everything feels very real and there are people to meet and talk to, so she forces herself to stay on the ground floor, trying to eat and drink what she can to get her strength back up and talk to as many people as she can.
They're all in this together, after all.
OUT AND ABOUT - Nov 20th
After the storm clears, Elena takes it upon herself to do a bit of exploring. It's starting to sink in that this is all very real, that she may never make it home, and that nearly everyone she's ever cared about would have very likely all passed by now. If she's being honest with herself, it would have happened sometime in the interim of her fitful sleep after her arrival, but the sheer amount of loss is just too mind-numbing to process all at once.
This is something in her face that she can focus on, at least. Getting a lay of the land and comfortable with her surroundings was important. She couldn't know what might be coming but she could try to be prepared.
She walks along the river, taking in the sights with her hands tucked into the pockets of her peacoat, making sure not to steer too far away or lose sight of the town itself. There would be time for that later, and getting lost in the cold didn't sound like a very good idea.
WHERE: Fountain > Inn > Around the Village
WHEN: Nov 18 - 20th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: References to death and drowning
FOUNTAIN - Nov 18th
This had all happened before, this feeling. She was floating, waiting for the darkness to swallow her, only this time she was alone. That made it better, somehow. More peaceful. She didn't have the burden of watching her parents drown with her because of her mistakes, her selfishness.
Her lungs still burned as they screamed for air, and it was the shock of a sudden temperature difference that brought her back briefly from her oxygen-deprived haze. The water had been cold in the river below Wickery Bridge, but not this cold. Not by a long-shot. It felt like a thousand daggers were suddenly stabbing into her skin through the fabric of her drenched clothes as it sucked every last bit of warmth out of her insides.
It was hard to tell which way was up, the depth of the water disorienting, but she felt a gentle push as if she were being guided, and she managed to find the strength for a few weak kicks toward the surface.
Hopefully, someone would be nearby to give her a hand when hers managed to break the surface of the water, despite the storm. At least her bright red scrubs make her easier to see that she might be otherwise.
INN - Nov 19th
With the ice storm still going strong outside, Elena opts to stay inside where it's warm, at least for today. She's got the gist of what's going on, though she's still not convinced that she isn't dead and this is some weird sort of limbo or...whatever.
That said, everything feels very real and there are people to meet and talk to, so she forces herself to stay on the ground floor, trying to eat and drink what she can to get her strength back up and talk to as many people as she can.
They're all in this together, after all.
OUT AND ABOUT - Nov 20th
After the storm clears, Elena takes it upon herself to do a bit of exploring. It's starting to sink in that this is all very real, that she may never make it home, and that nearly everyone she's ever cared about would have very likely all passed by now. If she's being honest with herself, it would have happened sometime in the interim of her fitful sleep after her arrival, but the sheer amount of loss is just too mind-numbing to process all at once.
This is something in her face that she can focus on, at least. Getting a lay of the land and comfortable with her surroundings was important. She couldn't know what might be coming but she could try to be prepared.
She walks along the river, taking in the sights with her hands tucked into the pockets of her peacoat, making sure not to steer too far away or lose sight of the town itself. There would be time for that later, and getting lost in the cold didn't sound like a very good idea.
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"I don't mind it all. Pull up a rock and make yourself comfortable." His smile is warm and welcoming, thinking the company would be nice. "My name is Steve, Steve McGarrett. I haven't been here overly long, a couple of months maybe, but you don't look familiar... You didn't arrive during that storm did you?"
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"Thanks." Her expression is grateful; she likes company, especially now when everything is new and confusing. She moves over to the edge of the bank, making sure not to walk on anything that might send her into the water while she finds a smooth place to sit.
She and water don't get along very well. "Elena Gilbert. Unfortunately, I did. Not that it's probably ever fun to have to swim out of a well, but I could have done without the freezing rain, I think."
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He makes a sympathetic face. "No, that's pretty much adding insult to injury. You'd think they would have timed such things better." It made him wonder whether those that sent them here cared at all about their well-being. He remembers his own arrival and how he preferred to stay in the woods to feel things out before coming into the village. Even then he'd stayed to the outskirts before choosing to investigate the boundaries of their enclosure instead of integrating into the community here. It was a choice that had been taken from Elana. "At least the people here all seem fairly friendly for the most part. Willing to help each other when needed."
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Elena looks over at him, eyes curious. "Them- you mean whoever brought us here?" She'd heard stories here in there while they'd all be stuck inside. "Has anyone ever met them? Even seen them?"
"It would be that much harder to get by if they weren't, so I'm glad it just seems to be second nature to everyone."