Characters: thinkbrave & howaverage :: closed Date: late morning Summary: Exploration of the recently made Hell & shadow visitors Warnings: violence, war, death
When she had told Ellie that using the magic dirt was a good idea, she had only had Ellie's happiness in mind. She had heard about Hell from Ellie, of course, but she wasn't expecting it to be like this, so amazing and huge and untamed. It was like being inside one of those National Geographic footages. She has always been a "city soft" person, even if she does love those wild places, but much alike any city bred person does. It's a beautiful place, she can't deny it, and the more she walks with Ellie deeper into it, more she finds the name "Hell" is a rather unjust name. Sure, it isn't an easy place to walk around with all those obstacles in the way, and Em is not a particularly good athelete - she's just about average, even if here in the Gardens she has gotten a bit more exercise than back home, with her sometimes daily jogs with Ellie, but it's still not an easy task at first, to climb down and crawl and venture into the difficult paths, but she manages with the help of Ellie
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With a bit of a grin, Ellie ducks her head, making her way towards the creek and splashing the water up her legs to get rid of some of the mud. "It's not perfect," she's pretty hasty to add, with a look back to Em. "The bush, it's noisy. There's different birds through the day, insects. Fair bit of crashing about from wombats and possums, depending." And Homer, the original had Homer. Bloody hooligan. "The song birds here, they're not the right kind
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"I find it as perfect as this place lets it be, at least." Not just saying it by saying, since most things that come out of Em's mouth are actually pretty sincere - sometimes even to the point of bluntness
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Ellie's smile is very small, but definitely there. "You'd be surprised how many people go wandering into the bush. They think they spot a path, make themselves believe their spotting landmarks and that they'll only go for a little walkabout, and then next thing you know there are searches and they might not get found for days." It could head right past 'bad' and straight into 'disaster', especially if they didn't have any water, but she'd skip that lecture for now. She's busy running her hand over the tent, tugging down the zip to take a peek inside.
Still in working order, at least. That was good.
A little shake of her head as she leans back to look at Em. "It wouldn't really be safe, being down here on your own." Logic first, of course. She couldn't imagine not having Fi to crawl in next to, either, but the thought of being in Hell by herself did make her uneasy. Chris was in Hell on his own, and he'd wound up dead. His own actions; climbing out and going to get grog and crashing on his way, but it
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When she had told Ellie that using the magic dirt was a good idea, she had only had Ellie's happiness in mind. She had heard about Hell from Ellie, of course, but she wasn't expecting it to be like this, so amazing and huge and untamed. It was like being inside one of those National Geographic footages. She has always been a "city soft" person, even if she does love those wild places, but much alike any city bred person does. It's a beautiful place, she can't deny it, and the more she walks with Ellie deeper into it, more she finds the name "Hell" is a rather unjust name. Sure, it isn't an easy place to walk around with all those obstacles in the way, and Em is not a particularly good athelete - she's just about average, even if here in the Gardens she has gotten a bit more exercise than back home, with her sometimes daily jogs with Ellie, but it's still not an easy task at first, to climb down and crawl and venture into the difficult paths, but she manages with the help of Ellie ( ... )
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"I find it as perfect as this place lets it be, at least." Not just saying it by saying, since most things that come out of Em's mouth are actually pretty sincere - sometimes even to the point of bluntness ( ... )
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Ellie's smile is very small, but definitely there. "You'd be surprised how many people go wandering into the bush. They think they spot a path, make themselves believe their spotting landmarks and that they'll only go for a little walkabout, and then next thing you know there are searches and they might not get found for days." It could head right past 'bad' and straight into 'disaster', especially if they didn't have any water, but she'd skip that lecture for now. She's busy running her hand over the tent, tugging down the zip to take a peek inside.
Still in working order, at least. That was good.
A little shake of her head as she leans back to look at Em. "It wouldn't really be safe, being down here on your own." Logic first, of course. She couldn't imagine not having Fi to crawl in next to, either, but the thought of being in Hell by herself did make her uneasy. Chris was in Hell on his own, and he'd wound up dead. His own actions; climbing out and going to get grog and crashing on his way, but it ( ... )
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