When she had said she wanted out of the island, this isn't what she had had in mind. The glaring lights are almost too much by themselves, utterly overwhelming... never mind how they came to be in her sight to begin with! Ellie has no choice, though. She moves forward into a crowd and then she moves with the crowd, displays herd behavior, helpless and disgusted in a way she hasn't felt in... well, in about a day and a half, actually.
This place... is chaotic. She occasionally pats at her grimy, rumpled shirt with blatant anxiety. Not to smooth out the wrinkles or to make herself more palatable for the show but to remind herself she's not dreaming. Not having a nightmare within a nightmare.
Maybe she should have paid more attention to her surroundings though, because this is how she ends up in the Colosseum... for a prom.] I-
No, no, I... are you kidding me?
casino [Her... points are dropping. Apparently getting shoved into a cocktail dress didn't improve her mood or willingness to cooperate with being made a plaything. Who could have guessed?
Ellie doesn't wish she was back with the... dinosaurs. It sounds strange and faraway, in this world where there is nothing natural except for the sickness of entitlement to the lives of others. No, she doesn't wish she was back in the island, in the park... but she had known her objective back then. Survive.
So as she walks towards this new room, she looks towards this other person. And she figures, well...
Allegedly, the objective is clear. To survive.
Tired and bedraggled, she offers a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes but it's... something.]
Ellie Sattler • Jurassic Park
[No.
When she had said she wanted out of the island, this isn't what she had had in mind. The glaring lights are almost too much by themselves, utterly overwhelming... never mind how they came to be in her sight to begin with! Ellie has no choice, though. She moves forward into a crowd and then she moves with the crowd, displays herd behavior, helpless and disgusted in a way she hasn't felt in... well, in about a day and a half, actually.
This place... is chaotic. She occasionally pats at her grimy, rumpled shirt with blatant anxiety. Not to smooth out the wrinkles or to make herself more palatable for the show but to remind herself she's not dreaming. Not having a nightmare within a nightmare.
Maybe she should have paid more attention to her surroundings though, because this is how she ends up in the Colosseum... for a prom.] I-
No, no, I... are you kidding me?
casino
[Her... points are dropping. Apparently getting shoved into a cocktail dress didn't improve her mood or willingness to cooperate with being made a plaything. Who could have guessed?
Ellie doesn't wish she was back with the... dinosaurs. It sounds strange and faraway, in this world where there is nothing natural except for the sickness of entitlement to the lives of others. No, she doesn't wish she was back in the island, in the park... but she had known her objective back then. Survive.
So as she walks towards this new room, she looks towards this other person. And she figures, well...
Allegedly, the objective is clear. To survive.
Tired and bedraggled, she offers a smile. It doesn't reach her eyes but it's... something.]
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