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maskormenacelogs2018-07-28 01:45 pm
experiment011) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-07-28 01:45 pm
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You're just no good as a thief [OPEN]
WHO: Eleven and YOU
WHERE: The streets of De Chima
WHEN: the evening of July 27th
WHAT: A mugging happens and Eleven and your character are like, "NOPE."
WARNINGS: Violence, possibly something nasty that comes with having a character that can squish brains with her mind.
[Eleven hates rain. It reminds her of the day she escaped Hawkins Lab. She was scared, her feet hurt from the branches she was stepping on, and it was just bitter cold. This rain is different, though. It's heavy and warm. Even though the sun's setting, it's still really warm. And gross. She's wishing she brought an umbrella, but the weather has threatened to rain for a while and nothing ever happened, so she shrugged it off and ventured out without one. At least she's not freezing this time. It makes her long for Mike's warm basement, but that's nothing but a pipe dream considering where they're all living now.
As she walks along the puddle-ridden sidewalk, she passes a dark alleyway seemingly no different from the dozens she's walked by on her way home. Something in the darkness, however, catches her attention. Movement. The noise from the rain obscures most of the voices coming from it, but it's definitely sounds of a struggle. A man calling for help, and the stomping of boots fleeing the scene. A mugging.
The mugger, dressed in a somehow very clichéd trenchcoat, runs in her direction, tucking the other man's wallet into his side pocket. He sees her but doesn't stop running. It appears he intends to run past her, which makes sense to her considering she's a 5' 4" teenage girl and probably less than threatening. She holds her hand in front of her, ready to freeze him in place with her powers once he gets close enough.]
Stop.
[The other man, the one who was robbed, is disheveled but seemingly unharmed. She'll tend to the thief first.]
WHERE: The streets of De Chima
WHEN: the evening of July 27th
WHAT: A mugging happens and Eleven and your character are like, "NOPE."
WARNINGS: Violence, possibly something nasty that comes with having a character that can squish brains with her mind.
[Eleven hates rain. It reminds her of the day she escaped Hawkins Lab. She was scared, her feet hurt from the branches she was stepping on, and it was just bitter cold. This rain is different, though. It's heavy and warm. Even though the sun's setting, it's still really warm. And gross. She's wishing she brought an umbrella, but the weather has threatened to rain for a while and nothing ever happened, so she shrugged it off and ventured out without one. At least she's not freezing this time. It makes her long for Mike's warm basement, but that's nothing but a pipe dream considering where they're all living now.
As she walks along the puddle-ridden sidewalk, she passes a dark alleyway seemingly no different from the dozens she's walked by on her way home. Something in the darkness, however, catches her attention. Movement. The noise from the rain obscures most of the voices coming from it, but it's definitely sounds of a struggle. A man calling for help, and the stomping of boots fleeing the scene. A mugging.
The mugger, dressed in a somehow very clichéd trenchcoat, runs in her direction, tucking the other man's wallet into his side pocket. He sees her but doesn't stop running. It appears he intends to run past her, which makes sense to her considering she's a 5' 4" teenage girl and probably less than threatening. She holds her hand in front of her, ready to freeze him in place with her powers once he gets close enough.]
Stop.
[The other man, the one who was robbed, is disheveled but seemingly unharmed. She'll tend to the thief first.]