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entrancelogs2016-09-12 09:55 am
backpacking) wrote in entrancelogs2016-09-12 09:55 am
( open ) but do not tell me all is fine
Who: Ellie and YOU
Where: All over the mansion and then the beach
When: Post-event
Rating: PG-13 for language and likely talk of violence
Summary: Once everyone vanishes, she realizes that Wonderland can be just as unkind as her own world.
The Story:
[ A new day dawns and they're gone. They're all gone. Ellie scrambles to look around her room, but the only thing remaining of Tess, Joel, and Riley are a dirty coffee cup and a series of punny messages sent to Ellie's device. She doesn't - can't - believe it, and so she searches everywhere (everywhere), climbing to the top of the mansion in the attic and on the roof and then down to the first floor and basement. Then, of course, the grounds, though as soon as she leaves she remembers the second mansion and heads that way.
It's vanished. Not a good sign, but she doesn't stop.
Then, the grounds. She ducks through the trees in the woods and runs along the beach, looks in the stables and through the gardens.
When she returns inside it's dark and she's both filthy and exhausted.
She doesn't stop. Ellie begins her renewed search by putting her fist into one of the mirrors in the mansion's entrance hall and comes away with a bloody hand and nothing else. It's the beginning of her perhaps childish revenge, because anger is easier than acceptance and she is wild with spiteful energy. She ducks into a hallway and stops short upon seeing one of Wonderland's featured art pieces... but doesn't hover for long. Her pocket knife tears into the material, shredding it as much as she can before storming ahead. Into the kitchen, then, where she thoughtlessly tears open the cabinet... only to find it offering her fresh coffee beans and china.
All that goes, spilled out with an angry cry across the floor, smashing into pieces. She's gone again as the mess settles.
Her room, finally, for no reason except that her feet lead her there. Ellie opens the door and sees the gift bag, one she hadn't noticed that morning in her focused hunt. She doesn't get beyond the card before she snatches it all up, anger renewed, and flees the mansion for the second time that day. When she makes it to the beach, she flings the entire bag as far as she can into the water and then sits, defeated, on the sand. ]
Fuck. [ And she buries her face in her hands. ]
( ooc ; feel free to encounter her at any stage in the bolded locations! )
Where: All over the mansion and then the beach
When: Post-event
Rating: PG-13 for language and likely talk of violence
Summary: Once everyone vanishes, she realizes that Wonderland can be just as unkind as her own world.
The Story:
[ A new day dawns and they're gone. They're all gone. Ellie scrambles to look around her room, but the only thing remaining of Tess, Joel, and Riley are a dirty coffee cup and a series of punny messages sent to Ellie's device. She doesn't - can't - believe it, and so she searches everywhere (everywhere), climbing to the top of the mansion in the attic and on the roof and then down to the first floor and basement. Then, of course, the grounds, though as soon as she leaves she remembers the second mansion and heads that way.
It's vanished. Not a good sign, but she doesn't stop.
Then, the grounds. She ducks through the trees in the woods and runs along the beach, looks in the stables and through the gardens.
When she returns inside it's dark and she's both filthy and exhausted.
She doesn't stop. Ellie begins her renewed search by putting her fist into one of the mirrors in the mansion's entrance hall and comes away with a bloody hand and nothing else. It's the beginning of her perhaps childish revenge, because anger is easier than acceptance and she is wild with spiteful energy. She ducks into a hallway and stops short upon seeing one of Wonderland's featured art pieces... but doesn't hover for long. Her pocket knife tears into the material, shredding it as much as she can before storming ahead. Into the kitchen, then, where she thoughtlessly tears open the cabinet... only to find it offering her fresh coffee beans and china.
All that goes, spilled out with an angry cry across the floor, smashing into pieces. She's gone again as the mess settles.
Her room, finally, for no reason except that her feet lead her there. Ellie opens the door and sees the gift bag, one she hadn't noticed that morning in her focused hunt. She doesn't get beyond the card before she snatches it all up, anger renewed, and flees the mansion for the second time that day. When she makes it to the beach, she flings the entire bag as far as she can into the water and then sits, defeated, on the sand. ]
Fuck. [ And she buries her face in her hands. ]
( ooc ; feel free to encounter her at any stage in the bolded locations! )
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[Max has no idea how to cheer people up sometimes. Normally it's enough to listen and agree with what they say, and she's done that, but afterwards? Music helps, sometimes...] Have you ever heard of Alt-J? They have this song that's really cool, uh... [She takes out her old Oregon phone and earphones, offering one to Ellie.]
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[ Nothing and nowhere is perfect, she has no illusions. ]
Alt-What? [ But she's offered the earphones and accepts the one after a brief pause. She listens, still and silent, until the music dies down again. ]
... I like it. [ Ellie replies, cracking a smile. ] I don't get to hear a lot of music. Most things like this [ she indicates the phone ] don't really work.
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[Max stops herself as she realizes what that sounds like.] I don't mean you should forget about where you're from, or the people there. But... [Heck, Max really doesn't know how to cheer people up. She has no idea what she's doing.] Why don't I make you a mix or something? Some fun songs. You deserve something fun. Something normal.
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[ A mix! Ellie brightens the tiniest bit, nodding. ]
That'd be awesome. You sure you don't mind? [ She has no real concept of what goes into that process, honestly. ]
I won't forget. I mean, I don't. [ How could she? ] It's, uh... nice to have a distraction, though. Like you said.
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[Not that anyone is ever going to have a roadtrip in Wonderland, but hey, that kind of music rocks.]
And don't think of it as just a distraction, it's more like... finding out about all the stuff you might've missed.
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Right... that works. [ There's a lot she missed out on, living in the world after most of the people died. ] I've got a lot of catching up to do, huh?
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...Gee, that sure got depressing.]
Yeah, but it'll be fun. I promise. You'll love all of it.
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