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finalflight2016-12-09 12:47 pm
animalqueen) wrote in finalflight2016-12-09 12:47 pm
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psl; [the healing process]
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ELLE GRAYSON is generally a normal one, with enough variety sprinkled in throughout the week to prevent it from becoming a deadly dull routine. She lives in a flat in London, a charming little one bedroom and two bath, not particularly large, but cozy. It’s a strange fusion of modern and old fashioned, a dichotomy that reflects her own personality quite well.
Every morning, she wakes up and makes a cup of strong coffee. (Black, no sugar.) Her cat, a grey, long-haired, grumpy looking thing, lazes on her bed for longer than she does, only trotting out when he’s ready to be fed. His name is Paladin Leeroy. Sometimes she just calls him Lee.
When coffee and breakfast are a thing of the past, Elle usually hears chirping on her balcony, a structure small but laden with potted plants. She will open the doors, and sometimes, if she’s in a particularly energized mood, will announce, “Your Queen has arrived! Court will now be held,” and the little sparrows will chirp at her, and line up in a row. She’ll feed them birdseed, or bread, if she’s run out. Later, Leeroy will bound out, but she always tells him to leave the birds alone until they’re done eating. He listens. They always fly away before he gets a chance to do any real harm.
Lately, she’s been working part-time at an advertising agency, writing and tweaking copy that slides across her desk. It isn’t the most fulfilling job, but it pays the bills, and that’s what matters. Her real work is her own writing; freelancing for various websites, and poking and prodding at the idea for a book, slowly trying to force life into the narrative. Sometimes inspiration strikes her, and she sits and writes for hours at a time, until her eyes begin to strain, and she has to stop. Other times, she grows tired and can’t seem to string words together at all, and her word document looks a bit like this:
ugh ugh you suck
That always gets deleted at the end, of course.
Crammed in the corner of the living area is an upright piano, white and well-used. Sheet music sits scattered on its stand, and an acoustic guitar rests on the floor next to it. There’s a television, of course, a flat-screen that looks larger than it actually is in her apartment. Connected to it is a Playstation 2, a blu ray player, and little else. On the shelves above, there are books — so many books. Mostly horror and old classics; copies of Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice look particularly worn.
The shelf next to it is stocked with board games. Tabletop and family ones, alike. One in particular is even out of its spot, instead spread out on the little glass coffee table. It looks as if a campaign hasn’t been started yet, though someone’s been flipping through the manual quite recently. Maybe quite frequently.
Her bedroom is small, but the bed is large and roomy. There are pictures of friends and family on the bookshelves in here, and a few on her nightstand. Beyond that, she keeps this part of the flat a little messier than the rest.
GENERALLY, SHE LIVES A RELATIVELY NORMAL LIFE, quiet and cozy. Sometimes living by herself is a bit lonely, and the time difference means that she cannot call her mom and step-dad any time she likes just to hear their voices. But like all things, these emotions pass like any other. Perhaps the only real oddity in her life are the strange surprises she sometimes finds on her balcony. There were a family of raccoons once. A possum. A falcon, who looked lost and confused when she opened the door, turning its head at her, blinking. There were even rats, but they only sniffed the air in her direction, and did little else.
Elle Grayson is just a normal 26 year-old, with a magnetism or two that might be considered abnormal. Perhaps that’s the extent of the oddities in her life. Perhaps this is all she could ever really wish for.
Perhaps she’ll be proven wrong, sooner rather than later.
D I R E C T O R Y;
➤ a reunion
➤ a cat
➤ a novel
➤ an outing
➤ a resolution
➤ a sickness
➤ a home
➤ a boyfriend
➤ a horror
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It isn't that complicated, Cor. Think of it like a story. You're a heroic druid, so you're something of a shapeshifter yourself. Maybe something you do causes the Chaos Beast to awaken, and it takes your family as its first victims. And, in a touch of irony, it's a monster that can shapeshift much like you, except in far more terrible and frightening ways.
So now you're out to kill the monster that took your loved ones from you, either for revenge, or so that others don't share the same fate. Or both. And maybe that's how you stumble across my character.
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And you're playing a villainous character.
I don't think this will end well.
... Perhaps the druid is compromising its morals in order to hunt down the beast and decides to team up with you.
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So an uneasy team-up could be in order, as long as your druid decides to play nice. But whether or not he does is up to you.
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[The books he's reading are working, yay]
I think we should do the team up then. Uneasy as it is.
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[She looks at Cor quite seriously (all in good fun, of course) while she explains her character.]
My character is Asher Hollow, an assassin of twenty years. He's ruthless, but kills for money, not for pleasure. He's good at what he does and he isn't ashamed about it; he'll work with your druid, as long as he doesn't get in the way.
Sound good?
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[He nods despite his remark.]
It's a good a plan as any. Are we past the creation stage yet?
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[And she nods.]
Let's get started!
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The druid, he played as distrustful, but desperate (it hits a little too close to home, so he tries to downplay that side as much as possible), willing to work with a killer to find the Chaos Beast. Treasure is found, at some point Corvus' druid was poisoned so that ended up being another quest added on to what was supposedly a simple goal. Thus, a journey was made to find a cure, but they ended up confronting an evil sorcerer who blocked their way from getting the cure.
And then...]
... So are we looting the body of the evil sorcerer or are we specifically taking the corpse along with us?
[Well, at least they rolled the right number to maul said sorcerer, RIP.]
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Ah... since when is your character in the habit of carrying corpses around, Cor?
[I mean, she'd be down for it -- or at least her character would be -- if not for the fact that she thinks it's an odd proposal.]
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Would there be no use for a corpse later on?
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There's a monster up ahead, in the room where the cure is. Maybe feeding it a dead body would be better than having to fight it in the state Kharis is in.
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[god why]
But that's a good plan. After the poison is lifted then.
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[For such a morbid situation, she has to admit it's a little funny.]
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That would be unreasonable.
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[Eventually, the corpse they carry does have a use; to fight distract the monster guarding the cure for Cor's character, not too far up ahead. Of course, once they retrieve it, they have to roll for a quick escape... or a more disastrous one.
She opens the palm of her hand, offering the dice to him.]
Roll high!
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... Low.
Not enough to cross the bridge safely. That means we need to roll a high number so that we can climb up what's left.
This is a self-sabotaging game isn't it?
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It's only self-sabotaging if you have crap luck like yours. Stop rolling low numbers and maybe our characters can get out of this one alive.
[Elle's just teasing him, though. The serious look of consideration on his face is actually kind of cute.]
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Good luck is very hard to acquire.
[That's not something you can actually get, c'mon!!Anyways, he rolls again and the number is high. Sweet escape! for Kharis and his assassin buddy!]
... A question. If you will.
Is this a game that's over once the objective is met or can it continue after that?
[It looks like he's starting to get the gist of being imaginative. That there are no definite endings, only a continuous journey. It's always applied to a being like himself, but he couldn't see it that way, not until Elle had shown him how humans would relentlessly pursue the images their thoughts would concoct.]
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Well... that's up to you, if you're still interested. We can continue the story of our two wayward characters, bound by fate. Or start something new altogether.
What would you... prefer?
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[It's said rather firmly as he lays his arms across the table, taking the dice and rolling it around in his palm.]
After these two are successful they may find something else to pursue. And if we can't think of anything else, we'd just have to make another new pair wouldn't we?
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Yeah, that's exactly it. [She looks at him though, in quiet consideration, wondering why he appears so thoughtful on the matter.] Or if you want to keep the adventures of the both of them rolling, even if their story ends here, we can always give them a new backstory. New traits, new abilities. Think of it like them being... reborn, or something. Always fated to meet no matter the life.
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I wonder.
[He sets the dice down, not rolling them, just letting them sit still on the table surface as he clasps his own hands together.]
I've only been living one life.
[He glances at Elle, head tilting slightly.]
Right now, am I living a second one? With you?
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I mean... I guess you can look at it that way. [She frowns and wills herself to look at him directly this time, though. It's a frown of stubbornness, not directed at him, but trying to shoo away the fact that she feels flustered.] Is that how you feel? About living here with me now?