☣ eighth story ( video )
I need-- ( she's gasping for breath a bit, and the Vine might catch sight of her hands, smeared with blood.
Stop, Ellie. Pause. She forces herself to do it, to take a moment to breathe, because if she doesn't and this comes out all a mess, then Em could be worse off than she already is. Whoever's watching might catch sight of Em on the ground, Ellie's hands pressing agaisnt her abdomen, hear the pained rattle in and out of her breath. )
I need help. One of those phantom things, it shot Em. I don't know how to fix it. ( Fighting against her words, voice cracking a bit on fix - something she'd be disgusted at herself at, any other time. )
We're down in Hell. Um, it's-- it's a new place, by the jungle? A whole shit tonne of cliffs, she won't make it out of here. ( Without losing too much blood. Without disturbing the wound. Without countless other awful things happening that she isn't letting herself think about, naturally making them the things that fill her mind. )
If any of you have healing magic or-- a way to get out of here, I don't know. She needs help, right now.
( The whimper in the background gets louder, and Ellie looks away from the Vine. It's forgotten, just for the moment. ) Hey. Come on, you'll be right. Just gotta get some of those girls to quit stuffing about being couch potatoes.
( She's not very good at comfort, and the strain shows. ) You'll be fine. Buck up.
( ooc: rescue plans have already been worked out oocly, but other threads are naturally totally welcome. )
Stop, Ellie. Pause. She forces herself to do it, to take a moment to breathe, because if she doesn't and this comes out all a mess, then Em could be worse off than she already is. Whoever's watching might catch sight of Em on the ground, Ellie's hands pressing agaisnt her abdomen, hear the pained rattle in and out of her breath. )
I need help. One of those phantom things, it shot Em. I don't know how to fix it. ( Fighting against her words, voice cracking a bit on fix - something she'd be disgusted at herself at, any other time. )
We're down in Hell. Um, it's-- it's a new place, by the jungle? A whole shit tonne of cliffs, she won't make it out of here. ( Without losing too much blood. Without disturbing the wound. Without countless other awful things happening that she isn't letting herself think about, naturally making them the things that fill her mind. )
If any of you have healing magic or-- a way to get out of here, I don't know. She needs help, right now.
( The whimper in the background gets louder, and Ellie looks away from the Vine. It's forgotten, just for the moment. ) Hey. Come on, you'll be right. Just gotta get some of those girls to quit stuffing about being couch potatoes.
( She's not very good at comfort, and the strain shows. ) You'll be fine. Buck up.
( ooc: rescue plans have already been worked out oocly, but other threads are naturally totally welcome. )