Thread: The Warrior Spirit (Yuna & Mister Grimm's 1x1)

Elena Fleur Despite Christmas soon approaching, the day was still very dreary for the nineteen year old teenager known as Elena Fleur. Well, that was her common and legal name. Amidst the CIA .. well .. she wasn't even honestly sure what they thought of her. The looks suggested things like 'freak', 'weirdo', and other nasty adjectives of the like. Her views didn't help with the fact she was often kept locked away in a secluded and nearly empty room, only seeing another person when they 'needed' her or had to give her more tests. Gazing outside of her window, one of the few ways for her to access the outside world, she sighed softly, resting her head upon her arms as they found the window sill. Where had things gone wrong so fast? Well ... as Elena thought back, she supposed when the girl had made the mistake of making her powers not-so-discreet. Yes, powers. For as long as she could remember, she was a Psychic whom had an entity within her. Even to this day, she didn't know the exact identity of the spirit within her ... but it was a double-edged sword. At times, it had helped strengthen her gut instincts and there were moments it just seemed ... like a nuisance for a lack of better wording. Right now, it was feeling very much like the latter. Damnit Adrian, what do you want from me anyways? Haven't you done enough? She murmured, standing up and moving away from the window, falling upon her bed. On a mantle beside her was a newspaper for the day. With her having so few resources in the actual room, this was one of the other ways to keep in the here and now with all that went around her. Picking it up, she began reading the paper. In the upper right corner was the exact date December 20, 1972. The most common articles involved the still ongoing Vietnam War and hopes that it would end soon. But there were also many rumors which suggested yet another war may begin. The mere thought made Elena shake her head. Really? For fuck's sakes ... She murmured. Wars are stupid and last too damn long. With a weary sigh, she tossed the paper down upon finishing reading up on the events that were currently going on throughout the nation and world. Light gray eyes slowly closed as she thought back to the day the CIA had found her. She'd just been visiting her parents' grave. Elena had been fourteen at the time, having been an orphan for years before then. For some reason, though, when she visited that day, the girl had noted something. She'd always spoken to the graves, as if her parents were beside her. But that summer day, they did talk back. Her father had been a soldier in the Vietnam War and thus had been buried in Arlington National Cemetery. It was, unfortunately, due to the massive and well-known location that her talents had been found out. There had been others around that day, paying their respects, and some had gotten the nerve to be nosy and intervene in her affairs. Before she fully left the Cemetery, many men in black suits had appeared around her and insisted they come with her, giving Elena little to no hints on what exactly they wanted from her. Maybe it'd been out of fear or knowing there was no other place for her to go to besides the streets. But Elena hadn't put up a fight back then. And now ... she almost found herself wishing she had. Even if it would have been a struggle, living on the streets almost seemed like a better alternative to living here. She wouldn't have to play this guessing game bullshit, if nothing else. So they knew of her powers and abilities ... big deal. But when all was said and done, there seemed to be almost nothing else that they wanted from her. Just another body in their corporation it appeared. An annoyed sigh passed her lips as her eyes slowly closed. It was now that time of day, it seemed. Well ... here goes. Time to play 'The Waiting Game'. Fan-fucking-tastic ... She inwardly mused. Though her eyes remained shut, her ears remained very much alert, awaiting for any sounds of footsteps. Whether the CIA liked it or not, they had to eventually send someone up. Now the real question ... whom would it be this time? It always seemed to be a new person each day, sometimes week. But overall, it wasn't the same individual.