[OPEN] it's your choice if you choose

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU!
Setting: Anywhere you want!
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor is, as usual, doing rounds around the Tower.
Warnings: None unless you manage to piss her off?

[You're likely to hear her coming before you see her. Eleanor moves around at a lazy pace, footsteps heavy to match the image of the boots she's wearing. There's something deeply familiar and comforting in moving that way, it reminds her of her Father and his lumbering figure guarding her steps. It's the least she can do, she thinks, considering the suit she was given, to try and share that comfort with the other poor souls stuck in the Tower.

So there she goes, quiet and unhurried, up and down the stairs, sometimes going into the floors, some times passing by without a word.

Just another day in hell, right?]

Comments

[bloodbrothers]

[ A curious little thing she is, but he isn't one to comment, children behave in odd ways-- it's something he knows all too well, even if he had never been especially fond of them. ]

No, we have not met, as I have not been here long.

[thebigsister]

[The figure shrugs again, head bobbing in a nod. Aside from vaguely looming, the suit tended to make subtle gestures an impossibility.]

Ah, I see. Perhaps I should introduce myself?

[She sounds amused.]

I'm Eleanor Lamb. I spend my days exploring the Tower, but I promise I do not wish you ill, so long as you return the sentiment.