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towerofanimus2012-03-18 11:18 am
thebigsister) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-18 11:18 am
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[OPEN] don't shake your fists at me, don't try to scare me away
Characters: Eleanor "I am a creepy killer machine" Lamb and YOU!
Setting: The Aquarium Floor.
Format: Starting with Action, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: Eleanor has not been having a good day. Week. Month. So damn it all, she's going to unwind in the least murderhappy way she can think of: swimming like a thing possessed.
Warnings: Possible violence, aquatic-life abuse, creepy powerhouse of a girl going through a mental breakdown. More warnings as necessary.
[When you approach the Aquarium, you will notice a figure in the distance, zipping by at a frightening speed. Twists and turns, for all it was in water, the figure seemed to be flying, more than anything else. Every so often, perhaps, a bigger predator will approach the figure, but they never get far before being struck with... something invisible and whip-like that pushes them away and preserves personal space. The figure moves up and down, testing its own reflexes, as if to try and tire itself out. There's something graceful and predatory in the way it moves, as if testing out the limits of its own body.
Inside the suit, Eleanor screams.
The portholes of the suit are a bloody, angry red, and she moves around killing invisible offenders in an attempt to control her rage. Her powers are now back under control, but ironically in danger of being let loose by her sheer, boiling wrath. She has never gone swimming in her life, yet she moves with the practice and easy of a seasoned veteran. Somewhere in the ADAM sloshing in her veins, someone had loved the sea this much. Somewhere in there, her father's thoughts try to impart temperance on her.
Eleanor screams some more, vocally and psychically, a drawn out, angry howl that she was sure would have killed her Little Sisters in the spot, if they had been around to feel it. But they aren't, because she's alone and they're using her as a lab rat once more, and that just serves to piss her off. So she swims like she knows what she's doing, and she feels so strong, so unstoppable, so angry.
Dare you approach and tell her to sit the fuck down and chill the fuck out?]
Setting: The Aquarium Floor.
Format: Starting with Action, but I'll match your preference.
Summary: Eleanor has not been having a good day. Week. Month. So damn it all, she's going to unwind in the least murderhappy way she can think of: swimming like a thing possessed.
Warnings: Possible violence, aquatic-life abuse, creepy powerhouse of a girl going through a mental breakdown. More warnings as necessary.
[When you approach the Aquarium, you will notice a figure in the distance, zipping by at a frightening speed. Twists and turns, for all it was in water, the figure seemed to be flying, more than anything else. Every so often, perhaps, a bigger predator will approach the figure, but they never get far before being struck with... something invisible and whip-like that pushes them away and preserves personal space. The figure moves up and down, testing its own reflexes, as if to try and tire itself out. There's something graceful and predatory in the way it moves, as if testing out the limits of its own body.
Inside the suit, Eleanor screams.
The portholes of the suit are a bloody, angry red, and she moves around killing invisible offenders in an attempt to control her rage. Her powers are now back under control, but ironically in danger of being let loose by her sheer, boiling wrath. She has never gone swimming in her life, yet she moves with the practice and easy of a seasoned veteran. Somewhere in the ADAM sloshing in her veins, someone had loved the sea this much. Somewhere in there, her father's thoughts try to impart temperance on her.
Eleanor screams some more, vocally and psychically, a drawn out, angry howl that she was sure would have killed her Little Sisters in the spot, if they had been around to feel it. But they aren't, because she's alone and they're using her as a lab rat once more, and that just serves to piss her off. So she swims like she knows what she's doing, and she feels so strong, so unstoppable, so angry.
Dare you approach and tell her to sit the fuck down and chill the fuck out?]
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[Eleanor's head tilts even further, almost unnaturally so.]
Are you a shapeshifter?
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[She nodded, head bobbing up and down.]
That's fascinating!
[Then she stopped.]
Oh, I'm sorry. I wanted... to thank you for your kind words.
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[Eleanor shifted her posture, feet pointed inside, back ramrod straight and arms hanging at her sides.]
Kindness deserves to be acknowledged and respected. You helped me keep focused on that.
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No, it's not about needs. But kindness begets kindness.
[She shrugged a little.]
Or so I've been taught.
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He smiles.] Thank you.
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