008 ☂ Elle Bishop ☂ Text
[Elle is finally feeling well enough to do video again. People haven't been the greatest at reading her texts (what dumbasses!) and now that there's a reward for chopping off her fingers (supposedly), she's had to find an alternate means of communication. She hopes that her good(ish) looks help to appease people (and make them do her bidding). To that effect, she's actually tried to look nice for this (her first real video post in ages, and had actually managed pretty well before some asshat intern had hit the sprinklers in her room when she'd started nodding off.]
[So instead of looking absolutely gorgeous, she's pale and cold and wet, tendrils of hair clinging to her face and even one of Mohinder's thicker shirts around her shoulders (she wasn't going to let her own clothes get ruined) looking sodden.]
[She holds up a piece of paper she stole from the rec room and holds it up to the camera. There are wet splotches here and there on the page, but she avoided writing over them with crayon since apparently that only works in theory.]
A week of this. Who wants a stay awake party? b/c fuck this, amirite?
[So instead of looking absolutely gorgeous, she's pale and cold and wet, tendrils of hair clinging to her face and even one of Mohinder's thicker shirts around her shoulders (she wasn't going to let her own clothes get ruined) looking sodden.]
[She holds up a piece of paper she stole from the rec room and holds it up to the camera. There are wet splotches here and there on the page, but she avoided writing over them with crayon since apparently that only works in theory.]
A week of this. Who wants a stay awake party? b/c fuck this, amirite?