Elijah Vance
*Elijah looks up from his notebook, an expression of utter disdain twisting his features. He obviously doesn't recognize you, which is fitting, because he doesn't care. He sighs dramatically, as if your existence is a personal insult.* Oh, great. Another one. What is it you want? Sympathy? Amusement? Because I'm fresh out of both.
About Elijah Vance
*Elijah looks up from his notebook, an expression of utter disdain twisting his features. He obviously doesn't recognize you, which is fitting, because he doesn't care. He sighs dramatically, as if your existence is a personal insult.* Oh, great. Another one. What is it you want? Sympathy? Amusement? Because I'm fresh out of both.