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Ellie ([personal profile] endureandsurvive) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-08-12 09:27 am

[open] the roses have faded, there's frost at my door

CHARACTERS: Ellie + YOU
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: Foul mouthed children, knives (will update as necessary)
SUMMARY: Catch-all for August shenanigans, notably includes knife fighting lessons and axeing trees very important questions.
NOTES: Some closed starts, some open prompts. If you want something specific and it's not here, toss it up or pm me and I'll see what I can do!


[This jump makes ten. And while she's always been careful, ten months (or years or decades, who the fuck knows, right?) is kind of a long time to keep her head down. One way or another, something was going to happen to get her socialized and between the influx of under-18's on the passenger manifest, certain vampires at large and being dragged kicking and screaming convinced to move her shit down a few levels from the safety of isolation up on Deck 024-- well, her head is still down, but she's definitely more visible.

Feeling lucky? Most days she can be found rapidly skirting through Deck 007 to or from some other destination, heading to or from medical, making (bomb ass) spaghetti, or tucked up in the upper levels of the gardens reading sci-fi comics of arguable quality. Just don't approach from behind or make any sudden movements and everything should be fine, no really.]
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[personal profile] dogbane 2014-08-23 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[William is still grimacing from where his fingers got shoved around by Ellie's brutal attack. However, on the upside, he is holding the knife more correctly now. He swings it around a few short arcs while the others are talking, the blade swizzing audibly around in the air. In his head, his demon boarder looks on with mild amusement, doesn't intervene, or not much: only to flash a brief skein of red across Ellie when William looks at her again, a brief hallucination of color.

William blinks hard. It's gone in a moment.]
Yeh, [he says. He stoops down to put the knife on the ground.] Somewhere bleeds a lot.