( closed starter - @trac3caulf1eld )
Elena was hungry... The start to a sentence that was no surprise. But finding herself down around when the sun had setting and dinner was served at least 3 hours ago seemed like an eternity ago. The house was pretty quite with everyone settling down for the night, then came her raiding the fridge and pantry for something per-say... Interesting. Everything she had found in the fridge went along the lines of salad ingredients, energy drinks and whatever the hell that vegetarian thing was sitting on the top shelf. She was in one of those hangry moods where if she didn’t get food soon it may just be a large problem for whoever she was sharing a room with for the week. Glancing along her fellow contestants her eyes fell on Trace, with their similar personalities bouncing off each other. Elena knew she could convince him into going for a food run with her and hey, the greatest friendships started out by bonding over food... At least that’s how Lena viewed friendships. She moved over to him sending a couple of taps to his back “so everything in the fridge is fucking boring and making me question how people live in this house. Like are they skeletons because all the salad shit in the fridge is driving me wild-” she rambled with a laugh falling from her lips. “Not the point, I am thinking on going on a food run and dying for someone to come along with me... Are you in?”
