01 [She chokes and she can taste the grime, the thickness of the sand within her mouth, between her teeth but she's tasted worst before. The wetness clings to her clothes, worn with years of tear from another owner, her hair damp and the first thing she thinks of is I can't swim. The salt water sticks to the small open wounds that litter her skin and it burns, but it's not the worst pain she's felt. Alone though, she is alone and being alone is no longer so familiar, she never really has been. Coughing, she spits the sand onto the ground as she pushes herself up with a breath as eyes look over the area, the scent in the air, the way it clings to her, humid and scented with the residue of guns loaded into the body of a corpse. Behind her the ocean stands, the waves rolling up onto the shore, dampening her footwear more than it has already, the heavy jacket on her torso is stifling compared to the winter from where she came.
Ellie has never seen the ocean before, it's a distraction, a different sort of outside but there is tension there, resting on her shoulders. Back where she came there is someone she is looking after, back from where she came it was snowing.]
Okay, okay.
[The fourteen year old repeats to herself as she tries to grasp her surroundings, tries to find the lay of the land, brushing sand off the front of her, the wet granules falling to reunite with the ground. Her pack is gone, her knife is gone, her bow is gone and she is alone. There is not a soul in sight, only the clothes on her back are what she remembers of the moment before she opened her eyes, before she was suddenly washed up upon a shore. Swallowing a heavy breath she moves towards the foliage. There is safe, there is cover, she's thinking like she should back from where she came and there are plenty things to hide behind. Whoever approaches, human or beast, the hybrid between, she is quick to round the nearest tree, press her back flat against it, slow her breathing and if need be, she can use her body, she will leap from the brush, she will fight back, but only if need be. Hopefully, they will leave her be, but to approach too quickly is a mistake on anyones part.]
Ellie | The Last of Us
[She chokes and she can taste the grime, the thickness of the sand within her mouth, between her teeth but she's tasted worst before. The wetness clings to her clothes, worn with years of tear from another owner, her hair damp and the first thing she thinks of is I can't swim. The salt water sticks to the small open wounds that litter her skin and it burns, but it's not the worst pain she's felt. Alone though, she is alone and being alone is no longer so familiar, she never really has been. Coughing, she spits the sand onto the ground as she pushes herself up with a breath as eyes look over the area, the scent in the air, the way it clings to her, humid and scented with the residue of guns loaded into the body of a corpse. Behind her the ocean stands, the waves rolling up onto the shore, dampening her footwear more than it has already, the heavy jacket on her torso is stifling compared to the winter from where she came.
Ellie has never seen the ocean before, it's a distraction, a different sort of outside but there is tension there, resting on her shoulders. Back where she came there is someone she is looking after, back from where she came it was snowing.]
Okay, okay.
[The fourteen year old repeats to herself as she tries to grasp her surroundings, tries to find the lay of the land, brushing sand off the front of her, the wet granules falling to reunite with the ground. Her pack is gone, her knife is gone, her bow is gone and she is alone. There is not a soul in sight, only the clothes on her back are what she remembers of the moment before she opened her eyes, before she was suddenly washed up upon a shore. Swallowing a heavy breath she moves towards the foliage. There is safe, there is cover, she's thinking like she should back from where she came and there are plenty things to hide behind. Whoever approaches, human or beast, the hybrid between, she is quick to round the nearest tree, press her back flat against it, slow her breathing and if need be, she can use her body, she will leap from the brush, she will fight back, but only if need be. Hopefully, they will leave her be, but to approach too quickly is a mistake on anyones part.]