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[im_not_a_rookie]

Who: Elena, OPEN
Where: The Ball
When: During the Ball
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Elena's at the ball and in a dress with the president. Point and laugh at will.

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[minervaband]

She didn't, really, want to be here. Galas weren't her thing, at least, not on the Planet; they were too much bullshit and not enough action, as far as she saw it. Not that Elena was bad at pretension - one learns these things, particularly when they've been born and raised on Shin-ra feed. Plus, she was a Turk, and determined to live the role fully (for Ondrea's memory, at first - later, for herself). But it was exhausting, getting jostled and groped and eyefucked by all those Shin-ra bigwigs - she'd rather go drinking with the other Turks. While they were wont to label her uptight (Reno, anyway - and rather lovingly) at least it was... a natural uptightness, as opposed to faked it.

But...

She figured there was no better way to met others in this place, which she really needed to do - plus, her other self said she would be here, though it occured to her then, when the possibility was very real, the thought mildly frightened her -

... and just as she had said thought, she spotted... herself. What was she wearing? ... was she really that skinny?

... how does one introduce oneself to... oneself?

It was all very confusing.

[im_not_a_rookie]

Elena couldn't agree more about the bigwigs. She understood the reason to have the parties, really; networking had its advantages in the normal, everyday business world, but she didn't like the fake, plastic grins and hollow eyes. At least, hollow when they weren't checking out a nice rack or a pert little ass.

The worst one to have such a habit, she found, was Palmer, if one did not take into account Don Corneo, who had attended a few of the lesser-elegant events. Perverts, the lot of them.

Elena was nodding and half-grinning at the president's side, her back to her ...what? double? twin? self?. While she listened to the endless prattle of someone who didn't really excite her enthusiasm, she couldn't break away and be rude.

At least not until she turned and saw her. Elena. Herself.

What to do? What to do?!

Excusing herself quietly, she made her way over to the other Elena, trying to hold her gaze and failing. "...hi...?" she said. "I...I guess you're me."

[minervaband]

She'd always been most disturbed by Heidegger, as far as it all went. Palmer was unnerving, certainly, but he was also all talk and no grope. Corneo, in turn, was a coward. Heidegger, though, had no sense of boundaries and a streak of violence wider than his gut.

And a sense of entitlement when it came to the Turks. Thankfully, Scarlet had seemed to have him under control - something that, really, she didn't want to think about any more than necessary.

That her other self was next to Shinra was interesting, but not all that interesting. The Turks did do such things quite often, after all.

As said Elena actually approached her, her throat felt lined with cotton all of a sudden, and a tremble ran up her arm which she quickly controlled.

"Yes... I guess so." She took a deep, thick breath, fighting for the solid ground of - something, anything to say - which she found, and while it wasn't the best thing, it was at least something.

"H-how are you?"