<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine  Evens<br/><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br/><br/>Elena passed in front of the gate, rubbing her arms and trying to fight the cold that went all the way to her bones. Her boots slid along the sidewalk as she dragged them back and forth.<strong>"He said to come...that I could." </strong>she told herself and again looked at the buzzing buttons. All she had to do was hit a button and ask if he'd let her in. After a moment someone came up and unlocked the gate to the apartment complex and walked in. Elena used that moment and slipped into the in behind them.<br/><br/>Counting off the doors she found Jack's once more, but stopped her hand short from knocking on the solid wood. Looking about she found her reflection in a window and brush her fingers through her hair and wiped away the makeup that had smeared. Taking a deep breath she stood facing his door once more. A shaking hand came up and knocked on the door in one quick rapid movement. Showing her hands back in her pockets she waited for him to answer the door. Even as she debated running for it, it wasn't his problem. But she just needed a distraction, and a place to hang out till she could be sure to not to go back to Dean and do just what he wanted. To do what it took to get that next fix, just a little bit of time. Is what Elena told herself over and over again?<br/>