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ellie with an e(srb rating of m). ([personal profile] ascocarp) wrote in [community profile] wasteyard 2019-06-06 02:50 pm (UTC)

ellie | tlou | ota.

a. FROM SUN UP TO SUN DOWN | anywhere inside.
The hallways surge with water, and... Ellie is screwed. She tries to outrun the torrent, but it just keeps coming. Her instinct to find higher ground doesn't work for shit.

The thing is, she never learned to swim. Not that it matters much, with the current this strong, but it still elicits a special fear in her, more intense than usual, and that's... saying something.

The water catches her. She flounders, flailing and choking, trying desperately to keep her head above the water.
b. PEACE COULD NOT BE FOUND | in the labyrinth.
Something is following her.

Ellie knows what to do. She sits, and she waits. She finds supplies and does her best to be resourceful. She's been trying to ignore some of Joel's advice, get out of the feeling of being under his thumb, but here? He'd survive. He'd know what to do. She does what she thinks he would.

A sound in the darkness, and she tenses, and then she throws. A tin can with nails sticking out of it lands not far from wherever you are, noise-maker; steam slowly hisses out of it.

And then Ellie's voice, and the stomping of her feet, running toward you. "Shit, shit, shit! Get away!" She grabs you and attempts, with all her meager strength, to pull you from the tin can, which is now shaking slightly.
c. NOW THEY ARE UNDER THE GROUND | deep in the labyrinth.
This entire experience hasn't been good to her, but Ellie's used to that. If you work hard to make the environment work for you, you can always find something. That's what Joel taught her, among other things. So, she found matches. She beat the shit out of some furniture. She made a bonfire and she sits at the side, trying to warm up. She's shivering, swearing under her breath, and trying to bandage her arm.

There's a cut, blood, and also... with the sleeve pulled up, in the light of the fire, you might find the scar of a very old bite mark. That is, if you're quick. As soon as she hears someone approaching-- she but woodchips near the perimeter, to make sure anyone coming in would make noise, an old trick-- she slides her sleeve back down again, and looks up from where she's sitting.

"Wow," she says, and fatigue is obvious in her voice. "You look like shit."

It doesn't matter how you look. She's saying it for herself.
d. I HEARD THEM COMPLAIN | escape room.
However you got here, Ellie hasn't figured a way out, yet. She ended up in a room with no windows or doors, no way out, and nothing she could think of released her. It feels like hours. She's cold, and the room is painfully dark. She's lit a fire in the furnace, and is huddled around it, her back to the mirror she's completely overlooked.

You may hear her quietly talking to herself, if you listen through your own connecting mirror.

"What a stupid fucking way to die."
e. CRY OUT IN PAIN | escape room rescue.
Stuck as she is, she's trying to communicate with somebody. Mirrors mean something, right? She figured that out the hard way. But the person on the other side can't seem to hear her, whatever she does.

Ellie has tired of banging on the mirror, now she's trying to get your attention by writing messages. She breathes on the glass and hurriedly tries to write before it fades out of existence.

f. SEEKING PEACEFUL GAIN | anywhere inside.
Eventually, you get desperate. Everyone does it. You do something dumb, like crawl through a crack in the wall and get stuck. It's not her fault. She's used to being able to slip into tight spaces. That used to be her only use. Maybe she's grown? She kind of wishes she could have figured that out in, like, a good way.

But at the end of the day, she's fucking stuck and doesn't know what to do. She's managed to get one arm out, and is waving it around-- not asking for help, just... trying to get some leverage.

All this means is, well, if you're wandering around minding your own business, and you notice a dirt, dusty hand trying to claw itself out of the wall, well. This is your life, now.
g. UNDER THE SUN, MOON, AND STARS | wildcard option.
[yooo i'm open for anything, feel free to mix and match prompts or come up with your own stuff; it's all good! i've got a plotting comment over here if you wanna talk shop about ellie saving you instead of vice versa. if you feel the need, hmu on the game server or at [plurk.com profile] wehwalt! also, like, i prefer prose but don't super care, if you feel more comfortable in brackets, go for it.]

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