[ elena has her journal open and is frowning as she peruses a cookbook she found in the shop, a steaming mug of coffee at her side. she's sitting at the counter in the itty-bitty kitchen of the apartment she shares with her roommates, flipping through the pages occasionally. right before people observing are likely beginning to wonder whether or ( Read more... )

[ elena's not sure when, exactly, she fell asleep, nor does she remember intending to take a nap. but it's not as if she has anywhere to be, what with no school to go to and no founding families obligations to attend or set up for. she must have slept pretty deeply, because it's taking her a while to shake off the grogginess. that her clothing ( Read more... )

All right, I'm not exactly sure how this thing works. I've gathered that you're apparently supposed to communicate through it, though, so...whatever, I'll give it a try.

[ a slight clearing of the throat, and then: ]Whoever's out there who can hear this, my name is Elena. I don't know how I got here - I just woke up in the middle of the woods and ( Read more... )

( PRIVATE JOURNAL//OFF-NETWORK )