[center] [h3] Elena Crow [/h3]
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Date: August 2nd, 2017
Location: Personal Quarters, Hotel - NYC
Time: 5:23am[/center]
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Elena woke up with a jolt, finding her covers on the floor and her pillow nearly there itself. Flopping back into the bed she ran a hand through her tangled hair muttering a soft [I] damn [/I] at the clock. Nearly twenty minutes later she was still there, wide awake, still unable to recall what had awaken her so abruptly.

So she started running through things in her mind. She was awake at this point anyways.

Yesterday had been fruitless. There was too much going on, but not enough for her to get involved with yet. She was a field agent, not a desk jockey. And Rose was too engaged to speak with, given the train incident that they were certain was caused by the Dark Shadows.

So she'd picked up a hotel and settled in. Relentlessly bored, she'd take to starting Tokyo Ghoul, having been interested in the anime for a while now but never finding the time (or motivation) to begin. She'd been hooked from episode one and had finally gotten herself to sleep not long after midnight.

Rubbing her eyes, she started her morning routine.

Shower. Handle her hair. Brush her teeth. Start some coffee. Make breakfast.

She'd made it to the coffee when she pulled out her laptop and logged into The Guildserv. She looked at it occasionally, every few months or so. And honestly, she was just bored.

After skimming a bunch of crap as she sipped at her coffee she paused in the middle of lifting her mug.

"No. It can't be. Can it?" She murmured, staring at a post from one in the morning.

[I] It had to be. There's no other explanation. That's... That's her. It has to be...[/I]

Her mug clanged on the table as she set it down quickly, pushing it away as her hand shook slightly.

With a shake of her head to move the hair out of her eyes, Elena started typing quickly.
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[Center] [I] In the shadows, you are found. 
In the blackness of ink, parts of me come to life. 
Broken pieces running to become whole, stolen from what they once knew. 

We once studied to-
Gether. But now we know not
Where the other is.

Like the worm, I sit in the Apple. Where has my mystery gone? I wish to sit with her once more. [/I][/center]
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Elena hit Send on her first post on The Guildserv, ever, releasing pent up breath. When had she started holding her breath?

This had to be her old friend. She wanted - no, needed - it to be. 

And only her friend would understand the hidden messages in the post, the details of their powers and shared experiences, of Elena's own location in New York.

She sat there for a while before reminding herself she needed breakfast, her laptop open behind her.