Post by Elsa Bellefonte on Apr 30, 2014 21:54:02 GMT -6
Erika had been missing for days now. That wasn't what alarmed Elsa: Erika had been missing off and on for most of her teenage years, often running off with someone. She'd been on something of a "shame spiral" for the past few months as it was, so this could very well just be one more version of her acting out. what worried Elsa was that she hadn't been able to get a good read on her sister in some time. She'd always been able to do so before, so for that to suddenly become blank was... suspicious.
Suspicious enough that Elsa knew she had to confront someone. There was only one person in the entire school that Elsa knew had a motive and a reason for doing this to her sister. One person who could possibly have hunted down Erika and put her somewhere beyond Elsa's reach. That is, assuming that anyone in Bellefonte had anything to do with this at all.... unless one of Elsa's many admirers had something to do with this. But wouldn't Erika have told Elsa?
It didn't matter what the real reason was: Elsa still had to do this anyway. Even she couldn't quite define what the relationship between Ellen Banks and Erika Bellefonte actually was, but she knew enough to know that it was the kind of relationship that meant that each knew each other and kept tabs. She'd heard the expression "frenemy" before, and she'd figured that whomever used it had clearly known these two.
When Elsa arrived in the dorm, she didn't wait. When she was mad, truly emotionally mad and upset, she became even blunter than usual. Elsa could be tactful, bitchy, yes, cruel and downright "Lannister" as someone had once flung in her face, but she knew how to wield bluntness. And in this case, she wielded it like a battle-ax, heading straight for Ellen's door and knocking, her mind already extended to read the other girl, digging deep enough that Ellen would have no doubt not only that her mind was being read but that someone very much in particular was doing it.
"Ellen, we need to talk about Erika," said Elsa, her voice flat, dangerously, emotionally flat, the kind of flat made of slick ice that led to a lethal fall off a precipice.
Suspicious enough that Elsa knew she had to confront someone. There was only one person in the entire school that Elsa knew had a motive and a reason for doing this to her sister. One person who could possibly have hunted down Erika and put her somewhere beyond Elsa's reach. That is, assuming that anyone in Bellefonte had anything to do with this at all.... unless one of Elsa's many admirers had something to do with this. But wouldn't Erika have told Elsa?
It didn't matter what the real reason was: Elsa still had to do this anyway. Even she couldn't quite define what the relationship between Ellen Banks and Erika Bellefonte actually was, but she knew enough to know that it was the kind of relationship that meant that each knew each other and kept tabs. She'd heard the expression "frenemy" before, and she'd figured that whomever used it had clearly known these two.
When Elsa arrived in the dorm, she didn't wait. When she was mad, truly emotionally mad and upset, she became even blunter than usual. Elsa could be tactful, bitchy, yes, cruel and downright "Lannister" as someone had once flung in her face, but she knew how to wield bluntness. And in this case, she wielded it like a battle-ax, heading straight for Ellen's door and knocking, her mind already extended to read the other girl, digging deep enough that Ellen would have no doubt not only that her mind was being read but that someone very much in particular was doing it.
"Ellen, we need to talk about Erika," said Elsa, her voice flat, dangerously, emotionally flat, the kind of flat made of slick ice that led to a lethal fall off a precipice.