[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO - HALLWAY MONITOR - ENTRANCE HALL]
[ Elle meant to step out of the desert, into a scrubby trailer. Instead reality blinks and she steps into an entrance hall of sorts, surrounded by macabre and bizarre paintings and sculptures
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What are you doing?!
[ Ah, here he is - Elle, allow me to introduce you to a middle-aged gentleman in tailcoated formal finery, who sounds like you just murdered an orphanage in front of him.
A heartbeat later, he's burning with fury.
No, we mean that literally. Enjoy the complementary fireballs now heading in your direction. ]
Go back to your hole!
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In any case, it just so happens that unfortunately Elle had to return to the foyer in order to fetch her charming, red suitcase.
Fortunately for her she found it still intact and cheerfully went to carry it back upstairs when unfortunately--
OHSHITFIREBALLEXTREMEDODGING!!!
Cohen's voice alarmed her to his presence, so she gets herself out of the way all right.
Only the burning suitcase and the poor animal within where not so lucky.
Elle lies on the floor, staring in disbelief as one million dollars just burn up right in front of her eyes. ]
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YOU WORM! YOU SLIME! YOU FUCKING DOUBTER!!
[ Jeez, does this guy ever pause for breath? Anyhow, she's going to have to move, because there's more fire heading her way ahead of a striding, shrieking Cohen. ]
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In any case, there is more dodging work to be done, accompanied by an internal WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!, referring to Cohen's mode of attack and not the man himself, for a change.
Elle tears her eyes away from the suitcase, pushes herself up and does three extremely impressive backflips that temporarily land her out of the line of fire...
...only to realise upon impact with the floor that her pant leg and her regular, fleshy leg have been thoroughly and most painfully charred. ]
Y-You...
[ She straightens herself, clenching her teeth through the pain and glares at Cohen as the realisation hits her with full force. ]
You just burned a million fucking dollars!!
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This told a story that would have taken the breath from your throat, if you had only set your eyes to it and not your knife.
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[ The sadness is contagious, but her glance is set on the suitcase, at least temporarily, before it reverts back to Cohen, now in disbelief; disbelief that he'd pause his horrifying attack, allowing her to reach for--
the knife she left in Stango's room. Was that EXTREMELY careless of her or what?
She sways deliberately, putting some weight off her injured leg, getting ready to dodge and waiting for Cohen's next move, because running is just not an option. ]
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Murderer!
[ - spins around towards Elle, hands first, the fire springing back into life and rippling through the air towards her. ]
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She prepared her stance and dodging was not a problem this time. Landing however painfully reminded her that she may not be able to keep this up for much longer.
There's got to be a way.... something she usually does when she... oh wait, now she remembers!
Attack!
She sprints towards Cohen, jumps and aims a flying kick at his chest. ]
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