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ataraxionlogs2014-03-27 02:06 pm
endureandsurvive) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-03-27 02:06 pm
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[closed] backdated something fierce
CHARACTERS: Joel, Ellie & Adam Monroe
LOCATION: Rec Room, Deck 24
WARNINGS: Likely some saucy language. Will update as necessary.
SUMMARY: An exchange.
NOTES: N/A
[Ellie already felt off about this - like she could've picked a better place to do this, maybe. They'd gotten to the rec room early to stake it out and upon arrival she'd decided it was too open, too exposed, and swore absently as she moved around the room: mouth drawn into a thin line, head down and brow furrowed. But it's not like there was anything to do about it either. No time to go back on the meet now and it's not like she could get into contact with the guy again without posting to the whole damn network again. Her knife is in her pocket. Joel has the pistol and the hand axe Connor had given to her and that's about as prepared as they're likely to get. So fuck it, right?
There's a slightly obscured corner in the back of the rec room, blocked off by a piece of equipment and that's as good a place to stay out of sight until whoever comes to meet them arrives. Ellie settles in there, picking absently at her fingers and shooting glances toward the door.]
Okay, so-- [She didn't need to talk through it again. They'd been through it once and that should've be enough. She looks to Joel.] I clock him and get the gun and then you do your thing, right?
[Questions like what they were going to do with a body or what to do if chopping the head off a vampire didn't work-- they'd cross that bridge when they got to it.]
LOCATION: Rec Room, Deck 24
WARNINGS: Likely some saucy language. Will update as necessary.
SUMMARY: An exchange.
NOTES: N/A
[Ellie already felt off about this - like she could've picked a better place to do this, maybe. They'd gotten to the rec room early to stake it out and upon arrival she'd decided it was too open, too exposed, and swore absently as she moved around the room: mouth drawn into a thin line, head down and brow furrowed. But it's not like there was anything to do about it either. No time to go back on the meet now and it's not like she could get into contact with the guy again without posting to the whole damn network again. Her knife is in her pocket. Joel has the pistol and the hand axe Connor had given to her and that's about as prepared as they're likely to get. So fuck it, right?
There's a slightly obscured corner in the back of the rec room, blocked off by a piece of equipment and that's as good a place to stay out of sight until whoever comes to meet them arrives. Ellie settles in there, picking absently at her fingers and shooting glances toward the door.]
Okay, so-- [She didn't need to talk through it again. They'd been through it once and that should've be enough. She looks to Joel.] I clock him and get the gun and then you do your thing, right?
[Questions like what they were going to do with a body or what to do if chopping the head off a vampire didn't work-- they'd cross that bridge when they got to it.]
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Where'd you meet him? [And, cracking:] Quit bullshitting me and just tell me what you know.
[Maybe he doesn't know anything. Shit, she doesn't have any idea - but the idea that he might really have nothing after she psyched herself up for this is officially craptastic.]
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Still, his attention's drawn back in at the curt call out on Ellie's end. Once she's done, he figures it's his turn to apply a little pressure.]