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Post by elena gilbert on Apr 20, 2014 4:47:43 GMT
 Cemeteries were sort of becoming Elena's thing. It made sense, in her mind anyway. She had only recently lost her parents and this was where they were buried. Some people probably found it creepy. Elena found it almost comforting. She liked knowing that there was a place she could go to see them, even if she couldn't really see them and the conversation was a little one sided. It didn't matter to her. It was a quiet (usually) place where she could write in her diary and be with what was left of her parents – a couple of bodies under 6 feet of dirt – and a tombstone. She loved her aunt Jenna, but it wasn't the same as having her mom and dad. And then there was the guilt of surviving an accident that wouldn't have happened if she hadn't snuck out of the house to go to that party.
The dark-haired girl sat down with a sigh and leaned her back against her parents' tombstone. “Nothing much to report today,” she said under her breath, as though she were giving her parents a report of the life she now lived. “I'm pretty sure Jeremy is having a pretty hard time...” she sighed again. “I'm worried about him.” She opened her diary and began writing the words down. It helped to get her thoughts in order, not much, but enough to get her through the day. Thankfully school hadn't started yet. Elena was determined to be at least a little normal by the time classes started again.
She leaned her head against the stone and took a deep breath. She was not looking forward to junior year, if only because she knew she would have to see people and tell them that she was fine. She wasn't going to make people worry about her all year. Her eyes closed for a moment, but snapped open when she thought she heard something. She looked around, but there was nothing there. Or at least there wasn't anything there yet. “Hello?” Hopefully it was just a squirrel or something. She would like to think she wasn't paranoid enough to be hearing random noises.
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Post by Vayne Stavros on Apr 24, 2014 23:28:05 GMT
Vayne needed a quiet place to sit and write. He didn't have a band or a music career in general, but he still loved to find a quiet place and write his heart away. He didn't have use for the songs he wrote, but music was something the vampire loved more than anything else. As much as he loved singing and performing for random people he didn't want to make a lifestyle out of it. He'd recieved some offers in London, but he turned them down since an immortal being in the big light would only bring attention to his less human aspects. Nothing good could come of his daylight ring flying off and him bursting into flames in front of a few thousand people. Worse would be going all hunger face at a signing or meet and greet. That would probably get him vervained and studied by scientists or just staked on the spot.
Vayne grabbed his bag and slung over his shoulder before stepping out of his house. Thank god for that little ring he got in hong kong. He was protected from the sun as long as it was on his finger. One of the few good things he received from Asia. The rest was persecution, racism, and endless running from arabs, jews, and random crusaders. The air that day was warm, but not overwhelming. The outdoors greeted him as their own gently breathing through his hair. The noon heat was slowly passing as if to sleep until the next one. The air smelt of a fire being burnt far away, it could have been a mile away with his senses so in tune. He could hear people talking about the new school year and how cute so and so must have become over the summer. How great all of them looked with their beach tans. He heard one person complimenting his hair and he quickly thanked them before going on his way.
The town was pretty mundane. People just going about their lives as if nothing was weird about the things around them. The missing people, the animal attacks, and everything abnormal were just a new fad like when the emo/goth scene hit. All his wanderings brought him to the graveyard where the only people around were dead. If they started bugging him he was going to be out of there quicker than a gazelle. He made his way into a group on headstones and sat down leaning against one before pulling out his notebook and writing. Before his pen hit the paper he heard someone close by talking and moved to see where they were. He realized she was opposite him and looked up at her, "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you." He said with a smirk.
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Post by elena gilbert on Oct 9, 2014 1:27:16 GMT
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Notes: Sorry it is kind of short | Her diary, which she had begun to open and write in, slammed shut between her hands. It wasn't that she was embarrassed about the things she wrote, but a girl had to have her secrets. Not that anyone couldn't guess what was on her mind. Her parents were gone. They'd died together when picking her up and she was the only one that had survived. She was very confused about it. They had their aunt as their legal guardian, but Jenna wasn't really the motherly type. She was young and still had her own life to live. No one could blame her for that. But more than that, her brother Jeremy seemed to be spiraling down. She'd made excuses for him so far since they had lost their parents, but Elena didn't think she could really keep that up. He'd have to face the music sooner or later and if he faced it sooner there would hopefully be less damage to fix. In any case, she thought she heard a noise and she didn't want someone going through her personal thoughts written down on paper just right now.
She heard the voice before she saw who it belonged to. The brown-haired girl hadn't really noticed that she was no longer alone. How much had this random person heard? Hopefully he didn't think she was crazy because she was talking to herself. Well, she was talking to her parents, but they weren't physically there so it wasn't as if that was a big difference. The surprise of having someone there made her breath catch in her throat. “I suppose if I didn't want to be scared I should have stayed out of a cemetery,” she mumbled, a little more sarcastic than she had intended. “Sorry,” she said, this time genuinely, “I just wasn't expecting to see anyone here.”
Elena turned a little so she was facing the person. She didn't recognize him. And since she was from one of the founding families, she figured it would probably be rude to just turn back around and write in her journal. She should probably talk to the guy. So she held out her hand, expecting him to shake it because that's what normal people did. “I'm Elena. I don't think I've seen you around before.”
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