{15th glance} coping mechanism
[ Somewhere on the second floor branches of trees are growing out of a window. Somewhere a room has its own private forest, gloomy and dark and filled with voices that mock and threaten anyone who passes by.
Of course that's only one of many changes to the mansion, sadly irrelevant to the grand scheme of things. Perhaps something else is more interesting? How about a large explosion a few windows over?
It shakes its surroundings, cracks walls and throws a female silhouette right through one of the shattered windows.
She falls to the ground outside. She pushes herself back on her feet. Reacting to her injuries has been put on hiatus, because after everything that's happened to her recently the #1 item on Elle's to-do list is rage.
Complete and utter grenade launcher wielding, problem denying rage.
She lifts her head to look up at the charred and smoking room. ]
And you better fucking stay dead!
Of course that's only one of many changes to the mansion, sadly irrelevant to the grand scheme of things. Perhaps something else is more interesting? How about a large explosion a few windows over?
It shakes its surroundings, cracks walls and throws a female silhouette right through one of the shattered windows.
She falls to the ground outside. She pushes herself back on her feet. Reacting to her injuries has been put on hiatus, because after everything that's happened to her recently the #1 item on Elle's to-do list is rage.
Complete and utter grenade launcher wielding, problem denying rage.
She lifts her head to look up at the charred and smoking room. ]
And you better fucking stay dead!