towerofanimus | the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...

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the dream is over, but the nightmare's just beginning...

characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU
settings: Dormitory Hallways & Stairs
format: action tags to start off, but I'll match your preference
summary: there's a... thing in a diver's suit, with what look like harpoons or really scary needles at its wrists, roaming the halls. Do come by to say hi.
warnings: ~~I warned you, bro, I warned you about those stairs!~~ None yet, will be added as necessary.

[Eleanor awoke to a panic. She calmed herself as she tried to make sense of the situation, though the letters left by her (?) bed weren't much help. Trapped. Again. She refused to believe it just yet. Fortunately for her, she found the mismatched Big Sister suit her Father had managed to assemble for her, still in functional condition.

She would not be trapped. After all that had happened, after tasting freedom, Eleanor Lamb was not going to take this lying down.

So she suited up with ease and determined, prepared to explore the place. She would find a way out. She would. So there she is, steps heavy along the corridors, with a distinct clank of metal, as she makes her way around, carefully studying the structure and built of the halls. Like her father has taught her, she's not out to kill innocents, but she will fight, if fighting is what's necessary to recover her freedom.]

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Now that was a rather silly question. Him, in charge of anything? It almost made him want to laugh. The day he was given charge of anything would probably be when hell freezes over. Still, the fact that she believed him to be a leader in this "tower", could only point to one thing, she was new here. Sighing before shaking his head as a no in response to her question.

"I see."

The head swiveled to the side to look at the end of the corridor, before it turned back to him.

"Have you been here long?" Still clipped, still mostly lacking a noticeable inflexion. Perhaps it's the helmet, perhaps is Eleanor trying to hold her anger in check.

"Ah, I wouldn't say so. Only a few days, I think..." In truth time was starting to meld together once more for him. Just as it did whenever he was able to feel any amount of relaxation. Of course most people here seemed to have forced themselves to relax, something that he didn't really understand that much. Unless there was something dark lurking about the place. Something that he didn't doubt.

"Um, by the way. Who are you?"

The head swivels again, and her posture shifts, her boots making metal clank noises as she does. She takes a moment to reply to that, because this isn't Rapture, she knows Rapture, inside out, and this isn't it. Nevertheless, she hesitates a moment more, about telling the truth. Will he recognize her? Will it be a bad idea to tell him? The voices and the whispers of the ADAM inside her swirled in the back of her mind, but she discarded them after a moment.

"Eleanor," she said finally, head swiveling back to stare at him through a still-yellow porthole. "Eleanor Lamb."

Even if he did recognize the name, Preston didn't show any outward reaction towards it. Instead, he just settled on the relaxed look on his face. Which was more do to him being both tired and bored than anything else. One would think that meeting someone wearing a diving suit that had a light projecting from out of the lense would be a bit creepy. And they're right, though for him being kidnapped and having god-knows-what being pumped into his body, was also kind of creepy.

"Nice to meet you then, Miss Eleanor."

"Likewise, Private Marlowe." The head shifts again, to peer at him curiously. "Forgive me for asking so bluntly, but what could you tell me about this place? I am not familiar with anything like it."

"Hm, um, not much that you probably already know, I'm afraid." He scratched his chin in thought for a moment or two. "So far I only know some of the basics. Like strange things wander around at night, and this place sealed off all exits." Or at least all of the exits that he knows of. When he had first got here, Preston was very tempted to try and blow his way out of the tower and to freedom. Although he has no idea how thick the walls are.

"So that's how it is," Eleanor narrows her eyes for a moment, not that he can see it. But she's not happy about that, not in the slightest. "We'll just have to see about that."

He really didn't need to see her eyes to know that she would probably be upset about what was happening. To his knowledge, just about anyone would be in her shoes. "Yeah, just because you don't see an exit, doesn't mean that one is not there."

"There is always an exit, Private Marlowe. You just need to be patient enough to find it."

"Well, once you find one. You'll be sure to tell me about it...right?" He gave a small chuckle.

"That depends, really," she shifts her posture, toes pointing inward, head tilted at an angle. "Do you want to be saved or do you want to help?"

His answer came quietly with a calm, shrug of his shoulders. "In truth I'd like a bit of both." While it would be very nice to be the one who was saved for once, Preston knew that such a thing would be an imposibility. And so would have to help out.

Eleanor nods to herself, though the helmet barely moves.

"Then we'll find a way out, you and I, and if you end up needing a bit of saving, well, I can probably do that, too."

A small smile began to slowly work it's way onto the soldier's face. "Much appreciated miss. And I'll be sure to extend that courtesy to you as well."

Yes. They would get out, one way or another. Eleanor began to feel the anger simmer down inside her as her new objective began to take shape before her eyes. A way out, freedom. She would have it. She would have it. And no one was going to stop her.

"I would appreciate that, Private Marlowe. I'm going to explore this place, look into every nook and cranny. And then, when the time is right... well, they won't know what hit them."

Well now wasn't this nice? It looked as though he had gained another ally in the tower. Although he currently did not know to what extent that this woman may go to achieve her goals. Preston did know that she could be very helpful to him in the future. And may even prove to be a good friend as well. Given that they had essentially offered each other mutual protection.

"A-ah, alright then..." So what was he going to do? Probably just do the same. But before that, he had a feeling that he may need that gun that he was granted sometime in the future. Meaning that Preston may need to assemble it sometime soon. "We will find a way out eventually." Or bring the tower crumbling down...or both. It just depended on which one came first.

"Yes, we will. We need to explore thoroughly, before anything else. That should dictate what to do next."

She's filled with a purpose again, and her determination begins to close around the fact she will get out of this place, no matter how long it will take. Eleanor feels the anger start to dissolve somewhat, turning into something else all together.

"It might not be easy or quick, but we will definitely find a way out of this place."

Well now doesn' she seem motivated? That was nice...right? Yeah, it had to be rather nice indeed. Nodding his head in agreement, both towards his own thoughts and Eleanor's own conviction. And in truth he really did believe that they would find a way out of here. After all, they had to have arrived inside the building somehow, right?

"Then how about I give ya a tour of what I found out so far?"

"I would very much like that, yes." Eleanor shrugs somewhat, moving with ease that contradicts the apparent weight of the suit. "Please, lead the way."

"Alright follow me then." He started to walk down the hall they were on and towards the nearest elevator. "I guess to start things off with, right now we're currently in the dorms. If you didn't know that. Everyone who is trapped here lives here." It's always best to start off small and with obvious observations.

Eleanor follows, rather obediently. She still looks around rather than at him, as he speaks, however, trying to memorize the layout and study the details. "I see, does everyone wake up in those... suits and with those collars?"

He nodded his head, stopping in front of an elevator as soon as they got in front of it. "To my knowledge, yes. I did anyway. And there doesn't seem to be anyway to get the collars off yet either." Which he's guessing will be one of the first priorities of escaping the tower. Or at the very least, find out what they're for exactly.

"Perhaps they're tracking devices of some sort," she speculated, following his lead. "It would explain why everyone is forced to wear them, and why they are designed to be so sturdy." The implication of course, that she tried, repeatedly, to get the damn thing off. And it didn't budge. A millimeter.

"Perhaps." And that could very well be one of their uses as well. "Although I think they may be something a bit more than just tracking collars."

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...and then I realize I left this tag open and unsent since this morning. Go me!

Haha! No worries.

<3!

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