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thecapitol2015-06-02 11:40 am
shiftingurbulls) wrote in thecapitol2015-06-02 11:40 am
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[open] Shame, such a shame...
Who| Ellis and open to anyone!
What| El is assmad at being killed so early and then furious at Nick the Dick's death
Where| D4 Suite, D7 Suite, and everywhere in between!
When| Starting Week 2
Warnings/Notes| El's use of the English language is a wonder to behold, mentions of death by fire and zombies
[District 4 Suite]
Dying on the first day was so not what Ellis had planned for this Arena, as he woke up and thrashed in his bed. Within that room is a tornado of anger as the mechanic wished he would have done things differently. He promised Nick and Rochelle that he'd be helpful, that he wouldn't be a burden....and now he was back here and useless to his friends and those he considered family. He was absolutely livid at himself.
So yes, he'll be sitting in the common area for his assigned District, fuming along with the reports and the bloody spectable. This was unfair! He wanted to get out there and keep the promise he made at the bar!
[District 7 Suite]
When news of Nick's death came along, the first thing Ellis did was rush up to District 7 with a weary but still optimistic grin on his face. Death wasn't permanent here, right? At least that's what the mechanic firmly believed. That sourpuss must be raising hell too, he thought as he walked along the hall and knocked on the door.
"Man oh man, yer lucky Coach ain't here to have seen yer fairy-ass, only me an' Ro! " he called out to the closed door, hoping for any sort of response, hell even an insult, but would get none. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Ellis leaned his ear to the door, and let out a small whisper, "Nick, are ya there? Talk to me...you're scarin' me. Are ya screwin' around? Because tha's wha' tha' diva Compson's for, cut it out!"
He sat against the door, not unlike a hopeful dog waiting for his friend, waiting for an answer from his suit-wearing survivor. He couldn't be dead for real, right? "Nick, please don't be gone...please..."
For once since the Green Flu, Ellis was alone again. And it terrified him more than any Tank, Witch, or monster the Capitol had in store for the Tributes.
[Put your own prompt!]
What| El is assmad at being killed so early and then furious at Nick the Dick's death
Where| D4 Suite, D7 Suite, and everywhere in between!
When| Starting Week 2
Warnings/Notes| El's use of the English language is a wonder to behold, mentions of death by fire and zombies
[District 4 Suite]
Dying on the first day was so not what Ellis had planned for this Arena, as he woke up and thrashed in his bed. Within that room is a tornado of anger as the mechanic wished he would have done things differently. He promised Nick and Rochelle that he'd be helpful, that he wouldn't be a burden....and now he was back here and useless to his friends and those he considered family. He was absolutely livid at himself.
So yes, he'll be sitting in the common area for his assigned District, fuming along with the reports and the bloody spectable. This was unfair! He wanted to get out there and keep the promise he made at the bar!
[District 7 Suite]
When news of Nick's death came along, the first thing Ellis did was rush up to District 7 with a weary but still optimistic grin on his face. Death wasn't permanent here, right? At least that's what the mechanic firmly believed. That sourpuss must be raising hell too, he thought as he walked along the hall and knocked on the door.
"Man oh man, yer lucky Coach ain't here to have seen yer fairy-ass, only me an' Ro! " he called out to the closed door, hoping for any sort of response, hell even an insult, but would get none. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Ellis leaned his ear to the door, and let out a small whisper, "Nick, are ya there? Talk to me...you're scarin' me. Are ya screwin' around? Because tha's wha' tha' diva Compson's for, cut it out!"
He sat against the door, not unlike a hopeful dog waiting for his friend, waiting for an answer from his suit-wearing survivor. He couldn't be dead for real, right? "Nick, please don't be gone...please..."
For once since the Green Flu, Ellis was alone again. And it terrified him more than any Tank, Witch, or monster the Capitol had in store for the Tributes.
[Put your own prompt!]
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"I'll try my best...to make you proud." Even if that wasn't the best thing to do in the long ha