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milliways_bar2010-02-21 10:14 pm
ellectrical) wrote in milliways_bar2010-02-21 10:14 pm
Entry tags:
- anna milton,
- elle,
- notes,
- x-23
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She'd meant to enter her motel room, but when it's the Bar that appears on the other side of the door, Elle doesn't complain. She's rolling her suitcase along with her, and she steps through the threshold, closing the door quietly, and heading straight through the room, for the bar. Her hair is down, her head tilted so that it falls over her face.
Anyone with heightened senses could smell the blood-stained shirt beneath her green sweater, but she's done a good job of concealing it otherwise.
By the time she reaches the bar, she's favoring her left side. Elle stops, and shuffles in place for a moment before kneeling down next to her suitcase, and pulling a small, paper-thin brown bag from the outside pocket. Them she moves forward, and asks for a pen and a piece of a paper.
A few minutes later, there are two notes left with the Bar.
It's a postcard. Elle bought it off a rack at the car rental.
On the reverse, she's written a (very) short message:
Hi Anna
This is New York.
- Elle
The only thing written on the address lines is Anna. There's no stamp.
On the piece of paper, she's scribbled –
Went and came back.
Want to talk.
- L
Elle may not be the most eloquent writer. But the notes and pen disappear, and she pulls herself up onto one of the stools, leaning heavily on the bar as she does so. When a glass of water and small plate with two aspirin appear in front of her, Elle for once doesn't question it.
Anyone with heightened senses could smell the blood-stained shirt beneath her green sweater, but she's done a good job of concealing it otherwise.
By the time she reaches the bar, she's favoring her left side. Elle stops, and shuffles in place for a moment before kneeling down next to her suitcase, and pulling a small, paper-thin brown bag from the outside pocket. Them she moves forward, and asks for a pen and a piece of a paper.
A few minutes later, there are two notes left with the Bar.
It's a postcard. Elle bought it off a rack at the car rental.
On the reverse, she's written a (very) short message:
Hi Anna
This is New York.
- Elle
The only thing written on the address lines is Anna. There's no stamp.
On the piece of paper, she's scribbled –
Went and came back.
Want to talk.
- L
Elle may not be the most eloquent writer. But the notes and pen disappear, and she pulls herself up onto one of the stools, leaning heavily on the bar as she does so. When a glass of water and small plate with two aspirin appear in front of her, Elle for once doesn't question it.