*As she switches the log on, Elena is for once not sitting in her bed again with tiredly rubbed eyes and messed up hair. Instead, she is at her desk again, sitting on the chair and slightly grinning into the camera of the PDA which she has attached to the wall. Behind her her room on Glendalough is visible, tidied up and clean, the TV is switched on in the background, but has been muted. Judging from afar, it must be some news channel. The desk is oddly free from any paperwork, only one piece of paper is laying right in front of her, on it a few handwritten notes at which Elena quickly looks.*
A lot has happened lately, and since I got the worst. Memories. Ever I've decided a few notes couldn't hurt, so I don't forget any stuff I wanted to mention. Just some keywords, not like I would plant myself in front of you and start doing a boring presentation like I can still remember it from old school days. I always hated that, weirdly. Standing in front of people wasn't at all my thing back then. *She chuckles for a brief moment* Oh well, good old times these were. But anyways, that's not the topic. Let's see what we got here.
*She checks the first point on the list, then holds it into the camera for a moment. The handwriting isn't the easiest one to read, but the word is supposed to be "Newcomers".*
Alright, that's my first point, newcomers. Rather a formal thing I just wanted to mention quickly. After we had a few leaves lately, mainly from Troy and some others who don't want to show up anymore it seems, we finally got new recruits. Fills up our personnel, which I'm seriously glad about. One of them - Kiara Garlow her name - has already become quite a good friend of mine. *She smirks briefly* Had a good time with her during a walk on the park. She's a bit shy, and in general quite weak to be honest, but I think she got the potential to become a very good fighter pilot. And if not that, she'd make a -very- good diplomat. Or secretary. *She starts laughing* The other one is ... Aileen I guess it's pronounced? Aileen Dunn. I will have to talk more to her, don't know much about her yet, just that she's a Dublin-born of sorts. As long as she doesn't pester me with this ugly accent, I'm alright. She's quite unconvential, she's got the balls of flying a Scraper ... yes, exactly, a miner vessel. For combat. I think we got a crazy one in our ranks now. Still, both are great additions, seems our advertisement campaign slowly comes to fruition.
*After stroking through her hair and subconsciously pulling a face, she shows the second keyword directly under "Newcomer". It just says "John".*
I hope stuff between him and me has become more normal and chilled again, the last time I visited him I really wasn't clear-minded. Threatening to leave him if he doesn't manage to set priorities. *She shakes her head* The problems are still there, I can't deny it, but it'll be alright. In the end, everything is going to be alright, that's what I'm trying to tell myself lately. It works. *A sigh is audible* The good thing about it is, now that he saw that the sh*t was about to hit the fan, he chose to take two weeks of holidays, finally. Some days off at a nice location might helps getting things straight between the two of us again. He probably still believes I'm thinking about leaving. That will help to lose these fears, I hope. I thought about Curacao, maybe. Though he wanted to keep such a trip back until our honeymoon, I feel like we should move that vacation forward. Only thing is, I got no idea about what Curacao is like, where we would find good, romantic places, which locations are worth visiting, all that. *She starts grinning* And hell, I'm so f*cking awesome with transitions. Because that brings me right to the next point.
*Still smiling, she holds up the piece of paper again and shows the next word into the camera. "This c*nt".*
Because I will ask exactly that c*nt whether he knows good places next time I see him. But let's start from the beginning... I'm not sure to which degree I told you about this employer of ours, Operative Red. Still quite a weird alias if you ask me, I like his real name better, Ezrael has a certain touch to it. Not to mention we got the same initials. I mean, how -cool- is that? *She starts laughing again* Anyways, he asked me out for a dinner. And before you start blaming me like "Oh god, Elena, don't you remember how the dinner with Troy ended?" - yes, I -know- how it ended. But I don't care to be honest, alright? It was a nice evening, and it would have been disappointing if I hadn't been able to enjoy it. The Maltese cuisine was really nice, and the Cardamine wasn't as bad as I feared for a moment. And, well ... uhm ... *She scratches her neck, looking down slightly* ... then it became weird. But it was kinda my fault, I guess, I judged the situation a bit wronger than necessary. *Getting reminded by some of the weird stuff, she can't help grinning* Halfway through the night, in his dreams, he even thought I'm his girlfriend or whoever else 'Maren' is supposed to be. Wasn't easy to wake him up while he lay above me.
Anyways, in the morning he left me without any forewarning again. But hey, what should I expect, seriously? Not like that already happened more often than not. However, this whole thing brings me right to my next point. I'm good with transitions today, I feel it.
*The next part of the paper reads the word "Sweetheart", in the background Elena starts pulling a face again.*
I feel a little bit haunted, I must confess that. 'Cause, you know, I realized something when all of a sudden, this freelancer called "Sweetheart" appeared and asked me whether I was near Trenton all day. To be honest, I didn't really know who she was until she reminded me of a talk we had a very long time ago. When Troy was still around, good old times these were for sure. And when she hitted on him like crazy, I remember. *She chuckles for a moment, then turns dead serious for her standards* Now comes the interesting part. Because I already had a bad feeling about it, I asked about her name again. Guess who it was. Maren. Von Westefeld. *She begins scratching her head* You don't believe how ugly awkward that was, that is, when I assume that's the Maren I believe she is. The reason why I nearly got f*cked because somebody got us two mixed up in his dreams. Halfway through a ship called "Red.Angel" crossed our paths as well, to be honest, I would have already expected it to be him again, he seems to favour the color Red. I doubt it was him, would have been double the awkward. Anyways, I should forget about this, I will just cringe and laugh the next time I see her. Coming to the last point ... no transition this time, sadly.
*Silently, she shows the paper again, the last word is "Hussaini".*
Just as a little headsup, I got a meeting with Hussaini coming next Friday I believe. He offered me to have a talk, nothing violent, I don't exactly know what his intentions are besides "showing me the truth", you know, the usual Commune blah blah you can expect from those folks. And I wouldn't give a damn about this, if it wasn't because of this guy. Nomak is dumb, everybody else just bootlickers, but Bassam ... there's something about him I don't really understand. Maybe I will find out more about all this during the meeting. *She sighs* Oh my, I guess my curiosity will at some point be my death, but I simply couldn't resist that invitation. However! *She points up with her index finger* I'm not dumb! I've organized a bodyguard for it, "just a soldier, the muscles", you know? *She starts laughing* I wonder whether he is going to believe that or not. We will see.
That's it for now, my list is done, I've mentioned everything I wanted to say, now let me get some rest ... thanks.
*After stroking through her hair once again, she switches off the log.*
