Posts by elena laurent.

Basically, Elena was in a bad mood. Did this make her bad? No. Did this make her unlikable? Probably not. Did this mean she would be the antagonist to her own story? Definitely not. She existed with her own thoughts and her own personality – she was living. Unfortunately living things tend to have bad days; Elena was just having a bad day of her own.

She found herself stumbling through the territory with a limp. The limp was purely an accessory: an indication that she had gone through a lot to be able to come here. She was just melodramatic like that. Really, all that happened was that she scratched it against a wire fence. Nothing serious. Whatever. She would still use the dots of blood on her leg as an excuse to complain. Not that it made up her character, complaining, but she found a kind of catharsis that went with whining. Elena never had time to just complain, so whenever she could, she did. And to be honest, the freedom to complain and whine was the only thing keeping her sane.

Not that it mattered.

Whatever.

Elena hoped she was in the right place. Shadow Veil. ShadowClan. Whatever it went by, nowadays. She didn't want to intrude. She couldn't afford getting attacked when she had a godawful limp to deal with. So she sat by the border. Waiting. Watching. She hadn't even realized that her shoulders were tense. Why was she nervous? She relaxed. Waiting. Watching.

hELLoooOOo

i literally just joined this website

whats cracking

thanks!!!

i remember when this was wcrpg like ages ago

n i was like hMMmMMM mayb i'll join

mayb mayb

where has my life gone its been like 2 years since MAYYBB

anyways

how is everyone

whats the 411

friends w elena?

i feel like they would have a hella interesting dynamic bc elena is supposed to be kinda loud n would prolly try to take the piss out of him

she could provide a lil bit of comic relief

[ thANks <333 ]

Elena probably should have thought this out further.

Was she dumb? Honestly, probably.

Her plan basically stopped at 'sit on border and wait like a dumbfuck'. Her lips parted when Maegor asked her the dreaded question: 'what do you need'. What did she need? Food? Water? Medical care? She definitely didn't need medical care. But it would have helped to have some ointment on her scratch to play up the fact that she had been through so much – a wire fence.

That shit was crazy. She thought. Wires need to be baby-proofed or something. Someone could get impaled.

Elena didn't know how to answer. She didn't really need anything. It was more like she wanted. She couldn't say that without sounding pretentious, though; 'SIR, I DO NOT NEED ANYTHING; FOR I WANT TO JOIN YOUR TRIBE'. If someone said that to her, she probably would attack them and tell them to quit sounding like a dickhead. She blinked dumbly as she tried to find the words to describe her situation. She wasn't great at thinking on her paws when she was busy being frustrated with how the rest of her day went.

Thankfully, Steve broke the ice. She let out a little sigh of relief and nodded. How long had she been staring off into the distance, thinking about her needs and wants? Elena nodded.

"Yeah," She said, as polite as she could manage. "Joining. I'm Elena Laurent."

i thought u wrote sticky girl n i got confused

does anybody wanna rendezvous w elena bc she needs friends !!

Why did Elena decide to sit under a tree just before afternoon? Now the rock surrounding her was too hot for her to walk on. This was well convenient, wasn't it? Of course, it shouldn't have been a big deal to just walk and deal with the heat, but Elena's paws were raw, damn it, and she wasn't looking to get hurt any further. The pain was excruciating enough; she couldn't imagine how it would hurt for her to walk on hot rock.

She looked stupid, sitting alone, staring off into the distance in order to plan her next move. During this stare off into empty space, she found herself thinking about how much easier it would be if she magically sprouted wings and flew off into a shaded area so that she wouldn't have to worry about burning her paws. Or maybe her life would be so much easier if she didn't constantly make dumb decisions.

Why was she like this? What made her like this? Why was she born? Would the rabbit in front of her antagonize her inability to walk on hot rock forever?

She stared at the rabbit. It stared back at her. It seemed to smile. It was mocking her. She growled. It didn't move. She barked.

Startled, it hopped away.

"Wait, no, come back!" She cried after it. It didn't come back.

Great. Now Elena was left under the shade, alone, with nobody to keep her company until the sun chilled out a bit. She let out a deep sigh and frowned.

She hated herself.

i made the threads !!

@ reiko

aint it fun [p, marlene]

@ aster

I LITERALLY WROTE THE THREAD AND THEN I TRIED TO POST IT AND THEN MY INTERNET STOPPED WORKING SO I WENT BACK ADN THEN I LOST ALL MY WRITING I LITERALLY WANNY DIE I'M WRITING IT AGAIN RN

If Elena was bilingual, she probably would have sworn in her second language to avoid offending anybody. She would have preferred for her second language to be something that was rare, not commonly spoken. Like Turkish or Gaelic. That would have been so cool. She wasn't really sure of the swearing rules in the Shadow Veil, anyways. She just preferred to stay safe. This place seemed pretty hardcore so she didn't know if there was like a death penalty for saying 'fuck' or something. She was far too young to die.

Anyways, when Elena found herself hung to a tree by a rope around her torso, her first instinct was to yell, "GOSH DIDDLY DARN."

Of course there were boobytraps around her. And of courseit was just her luck to be caught in one. She found herself struggling and screaming, two actions of which she was extremely familiar with. However, this familiarity didn't mean that she enjoyed it. In fact, she loathed it. Getting caught (caught, quite literally) in situations like these were no longer a surprise for her. In fact, it was becoming inconvenient. The kind of annoying inconvenience that came with finding a hole in your sock or breaking chopsticks unevenly.

Finally, she stopped struggling and hung shamefully, waiting for somebody to find her.

Or maybe nobody would find her. Maybe she would die tied to a tree.

She sighed.

Aster

i made it heNLO

oh dang [p, steve]

also i lowkey want elena to be angsty

but like,,, roleplaying a dumbass character is so fun??

i love her

Elena looked up at her. Her accent seemed vaguely familiar, like she heard it on somebody else. She couldn't remember, either way. It was like a deja-vu kind of moment. She didn't think too hard. Thinking too hard was her greatest weakness because it often caused her to space out and look like she was unresponsive. Her nose twitched to indicate that her four-second-silence was not because she was unresponsive.

"I'm Elena Laurent. Who are you?" She countered. She wasn't sure why she was getting defensive. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she truly had no idea how to communicate without seeming aggressive. To solidify her stance, she put a paw down in front of her. In the sun.

Immediately, she retracted it with a little whimper. Her paw hurt. It somehow stung and burned but at the same time, it felt cold. Like hot enough to feel cold. Was that possible? She didn't know.

Honestly, it wouldn't have been a first for Elena to be mistaken as someone disabled. She just wasn't as much of a quick thinker; she tended to overthink a lot, which lead to a lot of slow replies, which lead to her not being able to have many normal interactions.

She didn't have any questions, but that didn't stop her from staring at Maegor as if she was trying to phrase one. The only thing she managed, however, was, "I'm gonna explore now."

She seemed to drift off with a limp, her tail low.

As she was lowered, the German Shepherd frowned. It seemed as though she was having one bad day after the other, and she couldn't quite figure out why her life was turning into a series of unfortunate events. Of course, this could be explained using the fact that Elena was extremely unaware of her surroundings. She stepped out of the rope, letting it fall behind her, and then turned around to face Steve.

"What the fuck, dude?" She demanded, hoping her anger and newfound freedom to cuss would cause him to forget the fact that she really did say 'gosh diddly darn' out loud. "Do you trap people for a living or something?"

She took a deep breath to calm herself, then nodded. Quieter, she said, "Yeah, it's Elena."

Pretentious, Elena thought, her eyes getting narrower with every surname that Marlene said. The corner of her lip lifted in confusion. How the hell was she supposed to remember all of these last names? When Marlene finished, Elena whistled.

"That's a mouthful." She commented with a shrug. She didn't know the significance of Marlene's lineage. She didn't even know the significance of her own lineage, for fuck's sake. It seemed as though all of these things that made her who she was no longer mattered to her. Firstly, because she couldn't remember, and secondly, because she refused to let it shape up who she was. She chose who she wanted to be. 'Laurent' was just an accessory that came with it. "Does it mean anything?"

Elena nearly choked. Nineteen siblings? That was a huge ass family. She couldn't imagine being part of something like that – she could hardly remember the names of her own mother and father without the hassle of having to remember nineteen other names. Well, now that she thought about it, she couldn't really remember her mother and father at all. Of course, that was something to think about another day. She dismissed the thought and tried to remain focus on the conversation she was having at this very moment. She shrugged.

"Have you always lived here?" She asked. Yes, Elena. She was so good at small talk. If there was a Small-Talk Olympic sport, she would surely get gold medal for every event.

Elena stopped to think. A coma? Oh. A coma. Part of her wondered how Marlene could be so casual about the fact she fell into a coma. 'yeah, i was born here. oh, by the way, i was in a fucking coma and i don't remember what happened'. Her eyes widened. She wasn't sure how to address it, so she decided not to. Or maybe she could. And be just as casual about it. "Um, do you fall into comas often?"

She asked, picking up on the fatigue that Marlene made visible. She wasn't sure if she should have done anything to help; but to be fair, she couldn't really help as she had fallen prisoner to the sun. She couldn't imagine how much help she'd be, being unable to step out onto the hot rock. If Marlene passed out, she supposed she could yell for help. But Elena wasn't naturally loud.

Elena didn't know the meaning of fancy medical words. The immune system was something she was unfamiliar with, because she never really needed to talk about health before. I mean, this was coming from someone who could possibly die after a mosquito bite because she was a stray. She smiled and nodded as if she knew what Marlene was going on about.

"I haven't been sick in ages." She barked with a nonchalant shrug. "Where's your accent from?"

French. Elena blinked. French. That's why it sounded so familiar. She was sure she had some link to the French – maybe she was partially French or something. She didn't know. She couldn't quite remember. But it was her last name. Her last name linked her to France. Or a Francophone country. Maybe Canada. She wasn't sure. She was sure she knew some French, though.

"I think I know a little. I'm not sure I remember, though." Elena appeared to strain as she made an attempt to remember anything about where she was before she was stumbling through the territory, to no avail. She relaxed, focusing on Marlene. "Maybe if you speak some first, I could remember."

Elena blanked for a moment. And then she remembered. At this bit of recollection, she smiled. It felt warm. Familiar. She wasn't sure why it felt so nice – why she enjoyed feeling nice. Maybe she was Canadian. She answered, almost seamlessly. "Je m'appelle Elena."

She continued, "Je suis comprendre un petit peu, mais... je ne sais pas pourquoi." Elena wasn't sure how vast her French knowledge was, but she was sure that if Marlene went any more complex, she would be totally lost in translation. Perhaps she should stick to the English-speaking portion of Canada.