Closed ; Ongoing
WHO: Zack spikeysoldier, Elena suits_me
WHAT: The aftermath.
WHERE: Elena and Zack's apartment.
WHEN: The wee hours of day 183
She hadn't planned on coming back tonight. There was too much she needed to do, without even being sure what it was. The office had seemed like a good place to start. Familar and unintimidating. The problem became that it was too familiar. There too many memories there, too many times that she heard a voice and turned only to realize it was just her cruel imagination.
She had no idea where to even start. It was all too overwhelming. And the workload was the least of it.
It was late enough that she should've taken a cab back to the apartment. That would've been the smart thing to do. But a part of Elena was still itching for a fight enough to dare anyone to step from the shadows or alleyways. And that part of her was disappointed when she made it home without incident.
Elena shut the door and leaned heavily back against it. The apartment was dark. The stew that Ken had made had long since been moved to the fridge. That was fine with her. She didn't have much of an appetite anyway. She pushed away from the door only when she was sure that her legs wouldn't buckle under her.
It took a few minutes.
She let her jacket slide down her arms and fall to the floor, leaving it behind in the darkness of the room. Normally the first thing she did was to hang that part of her uniform up, saving it from wrinkles or stains. But right now it just didn't seem important.
WHAT: The aftermath.
WHERE: Elena and Zack's apartment.
WHEN: The wee hours of day 183
She hadn't planned on coming back tonight. There was too much she needed to do, without even being sure what it was. The office had seemed like a good place to start. Familar and unintimidating. The problem became that it was too familiar. There too many memories there, too many times that she heard a voice and turned only to realize it was just her cruel imagination.
She had no idea where to even start. It was all too overwhelming. And the workload was the least of it.
It was late enough that she should've taken a cab back to the apartment. That would've been the smart thing to do. But a part of Elena was still itching for a fight enough to dare anyone to step from the shadows or alleyways. And that part of her was disappointed when she made it home without incident.
Elena shut the door and leaned heavily back against it. The apartment was dark. The stew that Ken had made had long since been moved to the fridge. That was fine with her. She didn't have much of an appetite anyway. She pushed away from the door only when she was sure that her legs wouldn't buckle under her.
It took a few minutes.
She let her jacket slide down her arms and fall to the floor, leaving it behind in the darkness of the room. Normally the first thing she did was to hang that part of her uniform up, saving it from wrinkles or stains. But right now it just didn't seem important.