The Causeway, Thursday Evening
It had been a long year. Elena had come here with little more than the idea of getting away from it all for a short time, and had found pieces of herself she hadn't known she was missing.
She'd found the sky. She'd found friends. She'd found an older sister, now three years her junior, and she promised herself that this time, things would be different.
And she'd found Rookie, now asleep in her cat carrier.
Elena had said her good-byes last night, at Karla's slumber party, and an especially tearful one this afternoon, to Rosalind. Rose was already gone. Reno knew where to find her. Rude was waiting. So was Tseng.
So Elena took one last look before lifting up her luggage, memorizing the sky, and stepping off the Causeway.
(Elena's gone with this post -- somehow, she resisted the idea of a good-bye post, so this is it. She'll be an alum. Broadcast is fine, and OOC is love.)
She'd found the sky. She'd found friends. She'd found an older sister, now three years her junior, and she promised herself that this time, things would be different.
And she'd found Rookie, now asleep in her cat carrier.
Elena had said her good-byes last night, at Karla's slumber party, and an especially tearful one this afternoon, to Rosalind. Rose was already gone. Reno knew where to find her. Rude was waiting. So was Tseng.
So Elena took one last look before lifting up her luggage, memorizing the sky, and stepping off the Causeway.
(Elena's gone with this post -- somehow, she resisted the idea of a good-bye post, so this is it. She'll be an alum. Broadcast is fine, and OOC is love.)