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[ Having had a bit of a bad night previously, Elena is sitting on the couch in her Latimir apartment, trying to figure out the reason for her lack of sleep. Having recently been reacquainted with Nate she should by all means be more than overjoyed, but there seems to have been a flood of worried thoughts washing through her mind rather than being filled with glee at seeing her old flame friend.
She is leaning forward with her elbow on her knee for support, frowning deeply and staring into space, looking worried about something - but whatever that ‘something’ might be eludes even herself. Rather than a sole trouble treading her thoughts, she’s been fidgeting all morning and continues to second guess herself with every choice she’s been making since she roused from bed; even the small every day choices.
The communicator is set on her coffee table, every so often she begins to mumble something incoherently but the recorder doesn’t really pick up her voice. She’s aware that it’s set to record but she’s not really saying much of anything into it, it’s as though she can’t make up her mind on that even. Finally after some time, she shifts to lift her hand to join the former, lowering her head and pushing her fingers into her blond hair; which for once is down to her shoulders having, apparently, been unable to even choose what to do with it this morning.
She lets a heavy sigh escape her lips, clenching her hands into her hair as she closes her eyes. ]
What the hell is wrong with me…
[ Her nails dig into her scalp, a small grunt emanating from her lips. It’s like she feels entirely like a different person while simultaneously being paranoid that she might be another person. How did this happen overnight?
Why did it happen? What’s the point or the cause? She could easily blame it on the city, though. The city did seem to like playing with everyone’s minds from time to time. Tugging her hands free from her hair, she presses the heels of her palms against her eyes and begins to take some deep and heavy breaths.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale…
After a long silence, she finally speaks again; but doesn’t pull her hands from her face when doing so, this time addressing the city’s inhabitants: ]
Can someone give me the name of a doctor who can remove someone’s chip?
( ooc: EVENT TIEMS \o/ - anyway, as a side note, Elena will hence forth be replying via text only as Nate-mun and myself have an action log planned for her and him which will result with her disappearing as per the plot’s dictation. Eventually she’ll stop responding (directly after she vanishes in the action log). Also it should be noted this is backhour’d to the proper time since by noon she was supposed to be gone. ♥ )
She is leaning forward with her elbow on her knee for support, frowning deeply and staring into space, looking worried about something - but whatever that ‘something’ might be eludes even herself. Rather than a sole trouble treading her thoughts, she’s been fidgeting all morning and continues to second guess herself with every choice she’s been making since she roused from bed; even the small every day choices.
The communicator is set on her coffee table, every so often she begins to mumble something incoherently but the recorder doesn’t really pick up her voice. She’s aware that it’s set to record but she’s not really saying much of anything into it, it’s as though she can’t make up her mind on that even. Finally after some time, she shifts to lift her hand to join the former, lowering her head and pushing her fingers into her blond hair; which for once is down to her shoulders having, apparently, been unable to even choose what to do with it this morning.
She lets a heavy sigh escape her lips, clenching her hands into her hair as she closes her eyes. ]
What the hell is wrong with me…
[ Her nails dig into her scalp, a small grunt emanating from her lips. It’s like she feels entirely like a different person while simultaneously being paranoid that she might be another person. How did this happen overnight?
Why did it happen? What’s the point or the cause? She could easily blame it on the city, though. The city did seem to like playing with everyone’s minds from time to time. Tugging her hands free from her hair, she presses the heels of her palms against her eyes and begins to take some deep and heavy breaths.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale…
After a long silence, she finally speaks again; but doesn’t pull her hands from her face when doing so, this time addressing the city’s inhabitants: ]
Can someone give me the name of a doctor who can remove someone’s chip?
( ooc: EVENT TIEMS \o/ - anyway, as a side note, Elena will hence forth be replying via text only as Nate-mun and myself have an action log planned for her and him which will result with her disappearing as per the plot’s dictation. Eventually she’ll stop responding (directly after she vanishes in the action log). Also it should be noted this is backhour’d to the proper time since by noon she was supposed to be gone. ♥ )