[She laughs at the ice cream cone. Ellie's still in a crouched position, wary of anyone coming nearby, but she's not budging. This is too cool.]
[What are you? What the fuck question is that? She scratches out a stick figure, head blocky, and decides not to draw the pony tail she usually adds to designate herself in these shitty drawings. Playing it safe or whatever (she's not, she knows, and if she lets herself think about it too long, she can hear Joel's ready reprimand.) Next to the stick figure, she writes] DUH
[But then she feels bad; she could be talking to a ghost or something. In her mind, that isn't creepy or scary-- scary is the real world. Ghosts are stories. Except here, maybe. So she scratches out her name.]
no subject
[What are you? What the fuck question is that? She scratches out a stick figure, head blocky, and decides not to draw the pony tail she usually adds to designate herself in these shitty drawings. Playing it safe or whatever (she's not, she knows, and if she lets herself think about it too long, she can hear Joel's ready reprimand.) Next to the stick figure, she writes] DUH
[But then she feels bad; she could be talking to a ghost or something. In her mind, that isn't creepy or scary-- scary is the real world. Ghosts are stories. Except here, maybe. So she scratches out her name.]
ELLIE