*As she switches the log on, Elena sits at the by now well-known desk of her apartment on Glendalough. Tidy as ever, yet some new paintings on the wall become visible, mostly ones with a darker nature theme. She has her hands folded on the wooden desk, almost unnervingly tapping with her freshly painted fingernails, quite irregularly without any sort of rhythm. It gradually becomes apparent that she is just trying to imitata calm demeanor, possibly not to reflect her inner self, however she subconsciously keeps biting on her underlip nervously, and looks to the left, and then to the right from time to time, as if she was on constant guard. Quite surprisingly, there is no black coffee standing beside her on the desk, instead only a bottle of water, already half empty. Her dyed hair could also use another bleach session, the blue appears unusually weary. As she begins speaking, she clasps her brows briefly and furrows them and closes her eyes for a moment.*
I know, it's been a while. Two weeks, to be absolutely exact. I would have loved to keep you up to date, but it didn't work out really, as you could see. The last days have been exhausting for me to say the very least, my sleeping schedule has been an absolute mess. Considering it, I didn't have much sleep anyways, so it's nonsense to talk about a "schedule" there at all. *It entices a brief grin on her lips.* Right now, I'm attempting to go through cold turkey concerning the coffee, you know, the one I've consumed in huge dimensions lately. I know it isn't exactly healthy, but believe me, otherwise I'd be a dead corpse lying on the floor by now. Because, and you can take that quite literally, I didn't sleep - at all. Not because I partied hard all the time, gigging from one clubhouse to another on Manhattan. Something else prevented me the whole time ... let's start from the beginning though.
*She sighs loudly, rolls her eyes for a split second. Her hands she slowly removes from the desk and instead folds them behind her head.*
Remember what I said last time, that I had agreed to a meeting with Hussaini? Well... *She stares into the camera for a while; her lips only move sporadically, but no words come out, as if she lays out what to say.*It's complicated, but thinking about it, nothing ever really is easy, isn't it? First of all, let me voice it, straightfoward: This was a fuc.king bad idea of mine, like - really, really bad. I know, I got bad ideas from time to time, that's no news, but this one topped it. I can be so absolutely glad I'm still alive, 'cause the meeting nearly backfired. That's what I had my bodyguard for, you are probably saying. To shoot Hussaini down if he tries to do anything funny. Heh. *She starts laughing ironically.* It's not so easy if you suddenly find out you're actually meeting an infested person. Yes, indeed, this guy got an incubus inside him. With all its perks, containing things like telepathy and all that bulls.hit against which guns are absolutely powerless. *She shakes her head.* In the end, we escaped, Ez seemed to have some sort of Joker in his pocket to get us out. If I understood that right, he kinda is known in the infected line of business, which is weird enough in itself - but seriously, everything is getting weirder and weirder in general. I'm glad he did what he did. Because hell... that was awfully close, believe me. And I'm not exactly looking forward to meeting Hussaini again, that man is intimidating, and the fact he got some weird superpowers only adds to this.
I feel unable to avoid thinking about something, though. The joker he had, it seems it brought him to quite some trouble, I don't know of which sort, but I can guess. Probably certain individuals didn't like to see him using that joker, and if that's true, he actually got a whole fuc.king load of troubles. He told me the two of us should meet soon again to talk about it, and till then, I guess the only thing left to do for me is brooding over it senselessly.
This whole story brought me a whole lot of nightmares lately, the reason why I slept so "much". However, by now they are kinda gone, I guess, and my sleeping schedule is slowly getting more normal again, luckily.
*She brushes a strand of hair away that had fallen into her face in the meantime.*
I might don't want to grant it to myself, but I'm afraid, and not just a bit. Ez also told me I should keep distance to everything nomad for now, which kinda worries me. There must be a reason why he told that to me apart from other things. And then suddenly, nomad activity rises in Liberty from zero to absolutely nuts in the matter of a few days. Just a coincident? *She shakes her head again.* I guess not, or I fear not. What if I - unwillingly - got their attention lately by meeting with Hussaini, what if I'm now on some sort of blacklist? Currently, everything suggests that, and it's a major problem. I got advised to even flee from Liberty now, also avoid Bretonia and instead should retreat to Rheinland, to some sort of remoteness. Ez wouldn't have told me that without a solid, good reason.
Now here comes the dilemma. Not only I'm affected by this, many other people are, mostly the ones I keep talking to in Liberty. Kiara, Karin, Nicole, all those people. I can't just leave them there, with them being endangered to meet a nomad cu.nt on an everyday basis. It would be a di.ck move. I know, maybe sometimes I should keep my own well-being in mind more, but now really isn't the right time to do so. *She starts laughing slightly.* It's ironic, I kinda feel something like ... an obligation, possibly? Yes, to protect my friends. They are already exposed to the danger, and without me being there, bad things could eventually happen.
Anyhow. That's it for now. Let's see what the next days hold for me.
*She turns the log off with a last smile directed at the camera, together with the hint of a nod.*