badever: is it your name? (does this darkness have a name?)
elena gilbert. ([personal profile] badever) wrote in [community profile] alltheroads2012-06-23 09:48 pm

for [personal profile] im_apimp } we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.

[ Elena hasn't stopped longing for the possibility of going back home.

Along with the longing and that pang in her chest whenever she thinks of it is near-frightening determination. She doesn't accept things easily, if at all, and letting go isn't something she's truly able to do. Not unless she has absolutely no other choice. The world she comes from wasn't a picnic party, but it wasn't practically a Third World nation. More over, she was responsible for so many things that happened.

She couldn't leave everyone she loved behind, Klaus reigning terror down on them in her absence. She doesn't let herself think about it too often, or she wouldn't be able to attempt adjusting here as best she can. Life doesn't stop, and even if she hasn't fully accepted her fate, she has to be doing things so she doesn't lose her mind.

Per Alec's suggestion, she ends up working at Jam Pony. She's hired on the spot, but today ended up being a disaster. Once her shift ends, she's invited to join her co-workers for an after-shift drink. Or two or three or four of them. She doesn't really have a 'home' to go back to as it is, and Elena can't say the idea sounds terrible to her at the moment.

(Ask her again later tomorrow.)

She's at the bar, alternating between staring at her drink and staring at the pool table that was recently vacated.
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[personal profile] im_apimp 2012-07-05 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[he grins as he grabs his beer before getting up to follow her]

Are you challenging me to a game, Gilbert? Because I'll have you know, I won't be going easy on you.
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[personal profile] im_apimp 2012-07-14 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
I'm just putting it out there. When you see my awesome pool skills, you'll understand why.

[Alec is kind of a rockstar. At least in his own mind.]
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[personal profile] im_apimp 2012-07-27 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[he tosses her an amused look, before leaning down to line up his shot. A minute later the balls go scattering across the table, and a few even sink into the far corner pockets.]