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[ellectrics]

Who: Elle (Open to Anyone)
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: Streets of the lower level
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Elle has a nasty little mouth on her at times. And she has this violence thing she does.
Summary: Pissed off at the world, Elle walks around the lower level to let off some steam.

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[ellectrics]

"Not very popular, I take it." Elle snatched the paper out of his hands, sliding it into her pants pocket. She wasn't ever one to really say thank you, but she offered him a grateful smile that most likely ended up looking more sinister than it should have. "I can relate to that." Her smile quickly fell to a dissapointed pout. She had been counting on making some new friends. Oh well.

She looked up at him, her eyes flickering with amusement. He had given her a place to stay, and there was obviously something for her gun waiting at this new place to live. And she hadn't shot him. He was a decent guy, despite the way he had flared up the pain in her wrist. That was something she needed to get taken care of, actually. She was going to have to stalk around until she found a doctor to force to look at her.

She slowly dropped her right arm down to her side, ignoring the annoying little throbs of pain that were still stinging her. "If you don't live at this place, how do I find you again?" Because yes, Elle had taken a liking to the man. She was going to want to find him again.

[iamwesker]

"You can always leave me a message on the network."

He started to walk away, stopping after a few steps to look back at her.

"There is a rather crude first aid kit as well in the closet, top shelf. It isn't much, but it might help."

Giving the girl a nod, he continued on his way towards the river. So much to do and so little time to do it all in.