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Eleanor Lamb
Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.
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Eleanor hit the wall with enough force to make the metal buckle beneath her, one of the bolts that held the heavy plate in place popping nearly half an inch out, and it was all she could do not to pass out from the pain that shot up her shoulder and down her back. Her vision was full of red and white, bleeding in around the edges, and she would have given in and let it take her if not for the quick, familiar pop-pop-ping of bullets smacking into the wall a foot or so above her head.
Instinctively she shoved away from the wall, throwing herself across the narrow tunnel and falling behind a large, metal girder that had probably held up a catwalk somewhere else in the city once. Bullets spanged off the top, ricocheting further into the hall, and from the other end of the hall she could hear the broken shouting of her mother's followers.
"Come on out, promise we won't hurt you!" One shouted, a woman, stuttered through half the words, accompanying them with three more shots for punctuation.
Eleanor ignored it, closing her eyes tight, focusing on the pain in her shoulder. It was already healing, the pain receding. The moment she was sure it would hold, she twisted around, crouching behind the girder, bringing her hand up to her face as she gathered her breath. This had to be quick...
She stood up. Fifteen feet down the hallway, a woman in a ratty blue and pink homemaker's dress and a bloody, rabbit-eared mask, was muttering to herself. She had a revolver in her hand, and she gestured at the air in front of her as if trying to prove a point to it.
The moment she saw her, the eyes behind her mask lit up. "THERE YOU ARE!" The woman cried, the words a half-hiss, and started to raise her pistol.
Eleanor stretched her hand out in response, feeling the strange twitch inside her as her telekinesis rushed forward and snatched the crazed woman from the ground, hauling her into the air. She let out a shriek and fired her pistol twice, one of them passing so close Eleanor could feel the air pass by her face. And then she twisted her wrist, and the woman shot up into the ceiling, her screams cutting off with a sickening, bone-shattering crunch.
And then she let go, and the woman dropped, like a broken doll, to the floor.
A few seconds of staring at the body and Eleanor forced herself to turn away, starting to run and making it ten or so feet, around the next bend and out into the connecting hallway between two sections of building, before she had to stop, reaching out to brace herself against the glass wall.
She pressed her forehead to the glass, letting the welcome chill of the seawater beyond sink into her bones and absorb some of the edge she couldn't seem to shake. It was an old habit, pressing her face to the sea glass, she'd been doing it since she was a child. It always made her feel a little...better. Wait.
Her hand pressed into the glass as she pushed herself back a step, frowning at her reflection. Her short, dark hair was a mess, her simple white dress, more of a nightgown really, was blood stained in several places from where her mother's followers had gotten lucky hits in. The injuries beneath had healed but the clothing was not so fortunate...except, she wasn't supposed to be wearing this. Where was her suit?
It was as if the question had broken a block she hadn't realized was there. Her suit? What about her father? And her sisters? She had been...they had been on their way back, they...
It all felt so fuzzy, she could feel the panic rising inside of her, had to resist the urge to crouch down, to curl up into a ball. It was all wrong, it was all...
"Oh Eleanor..."
She whirled around at the voice, her mother's voice, as calm and controlled as ever, and found herself...somewhere else. The escape room of Persephone Prison, standing on the stairs that led to the surface pod. Her mother was on the far end of the room, up on one of the catwalks, looking as cool and calm as ever. Even her hair was as perfect as always.
"You were supposed to be this world's savior Eleanor," her mother spoke, and Eleanor started towards her, pointing up at her.
"Where is Father? Where are my sisters?" She demanded, and her mother shrugged.
"That beast is dead, Eleanor. And your 'sisters' as you call them are back out in the city, doing their duty to the people. As you are supposed to be doing."
"I'll never give in to your insane plans, mother." Eleanor felt strangely calm as she said this.
"So I gathered. Very well, if you won't serve, then...I suppose I have no choice." The woman snapped her fingers, and then seemed to vanish in a swirl of smoke.
"Wait! I-" Eleanor started forward again, but behind her there was a teeth-grinding sound of glass cracking, and she turned back towards the surface pod to see the great glass windows on either side shatter inward, and a torrent of water swelled into the room.
It hit her before she had time to think, swirling her over and over before her head slammed into something hard, and she instinctively breathed in, and her lungs were full of water, and then everything went dark...
Instinctively she shoved away from the wall, throwing herself across the narrow tunnel and falling behind a large, metal girder that had probably held up a catwalk somewhere else in the city once. Bullets spanged off the top, ricocheting further into the hall, and from the other end of the hall she could hear the broken shouting of her mother's followers.
"Come on out, promise we won't hurt you!" One shouted, a woman, stuttered through half the words, accompanying them with three more shots for punctuation.
Eleanor ignored it, closing her eyes tight, focusing on the pain in her shoulder. It was already healing, the pain receding. The moment she was sure it would hold, she twisted around, crouching behind the girder, bringing her hand up to her face as she gathered her breath. This had to be quick...
She stood up. Fifteen feet down the hallway, a woman in a ratty blue and pink homemaker's dress and a bloody, rabbit-eared mask, was muttering to herself. She had a revolver in her hand, and she gestured at the air in front of her as if trying to prove a point to it.
The moment she saw her, the eyes behind her mask lit up. "THERE YOU ARE!" The woman cried, the words a half-hiss, and started to raise her pistol.
Eleanor stretched her hand out in response, feeling the strange twitch inside her as her telekinesis rushed forward and snatched the crazed woman from the ground, hauling her into the air. She let out a shriek and fired her pistol twice, one of them passing so close Eleanor could feel the air pass by her face. And then she twisted her wrist, and the woman shot up into the ceiling, her screams cutting off with a sickening, bone-shattering crunch.
And then she let go, and the woman dropped, like a broken doll, to the floor.
A few seconds of staring at the body and Eleanor forced herself to turn away, starting to run and making it ten or so feet, around the next bend and out into the connecting hallway between two sections of building, before she had to stop, reaching out to brace herself against the glass wall.
She pressed her forehead to the glass, letting the welcome chill of the seawater beyond sink into her bones and absorb some of the edge she couldn't seem to shake. It was an old habit, pressing her face to the sea glass, she'd been doing it since she was a child. It always made her feel a little...better. Wait.
Her hand pressed into the glass as she pushed herself back a step, frowning at her reflection. Her short, dark hair was a mess, her simple white dress, more of a nightgown really, was blood stained in several places from where her mother's followers had gotten lucky hits in. The injuries beneath had healed but the clothing was not so fortunate...except, she wasn't supposed to be wearing this. Where was her suit?
It was as if the question had broken a block she hadn't realized was there. Her suit? What about her father? And her sisters? She had been...they had been on their way back, they...
It all felt so fuzzy, she could feel the panic rising inside of her, had to resist the urge to crouch down, to curl up into a ball. It was all wrong, it was all...
"Oh Eleanor..."
She whirled around at the voice, her mother's voice, as calm and controlled as ever, and found herself...somewhere else. The escape room of Persephone Prison, standing on the stairs that led to the surface pod. Her mother was on the far end of the room, up on one of the catwalks, looking as cool and calm as ever. Even her hair was as perfect as always.
"You were supposed to be this world's savior Eleanor," her mother spoke, and Eleanor started towards her, pointing up at her.
"Where is Father? Where are my sisters?" She demanded, and her mother shrugged.
"That beast is dead, Eleanor. And your 'sisters' as you call them are back out in the city, doing their duty to the people. As you are supposed to be doing."
"I'll never give in to your insane plans, mother." Eleanor felt strangely calm as she said this.
"So I gathered. Very well, if you won't serve, then...I suppose I have no choice." The woman snapped her fingers, and then seemed to vanish in a swirl of smoke.
"Wait! I-" Eleanor started forward again, but behind her there was a teeth-grinding sound of glass cracking, and she turned back towards the surface pod to see the great glass windows on either side shatter inward, and a torrent of water swelled into the room.
It hit her before she had time to think, swirling her over and over before her head slammed into something hard, and she instinctively breathed in, and her lungs were full of water, and then everything went dark...
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Eleanor Lamb
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Open Action in the morning, the audio later in the day.
[Action]
( cut for violence )
[Audio - evening]
[Eleanor doesn't address the journals often, really. She talks to other people, but usually isn't so social as to invite the attention herself. But something has been bothering her for a while, she eventually she flips the book open, careful not to turn the video on.]
Do you all ever wonder how they know the things they do, here? [She starts talking after a moment, deciding not to bother with the pleasantries.] I mean, how do they know what the right thing to inflict on us is? The things we want, or the things that bother us so deeply...they always seem to know.
When we were in that strange university, my mother called me. She was part of the illusion, but it was her. Her voice, her tone, her...personality. But she has never been here. Or at Christmas, people received things they wanted...sometimes things they didn't even know they wanted!
It just...I don't know. Do you think they can just read everything we're thinking?
( cut for violence )
[Audio - evening]
[Eleanor doesn't address the journals often, really. She talks to other people, but usually isn't so social as to invite the attention herself. But something has been bothering her for a while, she eventually she flips the book open, careful not to turn the video on.]
Do you all ever wonder how they know the things they do, here? [She starts talking after a moment, deciding not to bother with the pleasantries.] I mean, how do they know what the right thing to inflict on us is? The things we want, or the things that bother us so deeply...they always seem to know.
When we were in that strange university, my mother called me. She was part of the illusion, but it was her. Her voice, her tone, her...personality. But she has never been here. Or at Christmas, people received things they wanted...sometimes things they didn't even know they wanted!
It just...I don't know. Do you think they can just read everything we're thinking?
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[Action throughout the day and Open!] Playing in the rain.
Of all the things Eleanor had discovered in Luceti that had been impossible in Rapture, the rain was probably her favorite one. It had taken her some time to adjust to the idea of it, to be fair, since in Rapture the sound of falling water generally meant something horrible had happened and a section of the city about to flood, but up here on the surface it was just...normal.
Weather in-and-of-itself was a new concept, honestly. Occasionally the big storms up on the ocean's surface would cause churn in the water around the city, but never anything more than messy water and unhappy whales. She'd loved the snow too, and bright sunny days and brisk, windy days, but rain was her favorite. Maybe it was just how it was a callback to home without being so close as to make her dwell on the negative things.
Which was why she didn't particularly find any reason to try and avoid it the way so many other people seemed to. In fact, she made a point of going out in weather like that, with the large, old-fashioned purple umbrella she'd acquired last summer. It hadn't rained all winter, which she knew was normal but had still been a bit of a frustration, and now that it was doing it again, she'd practically bolted from school at the end of the day to go for a walk.
And that was where she could be found for the rest of the afternoon, wandering about in her long black skirt and simple red jacket, her umbrella resting on her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. She would stop for a while to sit under one of the awnings by the shops and read, listening to the rain, then head back out for another walk. She'd picked up a pair of heavy-duty boots, and someone might happen to catch her hopping into a puddle with them to send up a splash and then laughing softly to herself.
Even during the height of the thunderstorm itself, she was (probably foolishly) walking around with her umbrella.
[ooc: People can run into Eleanor anywhere in the village during the rain, or yell at her to come in out of the lightning if they like. She might even listen!]
Weather in-and-of-itself was a new concept, honestly. Occasionally the big storms up on the ocean's surface would cause churn in the water around the city, but never anything more than messy water and unhappy whales. She'd loved the snow too, and bright sunny days and brisk, windy days, but rain was her favorite. Maybe it was just how it was a callback to home without being so close as to make her dwell on the negative things.
Which was why she didn't particularly find any reason to try and avoid it the way so many other people seemed to. In fact, she made a point of going out in weather like that, with the large, old-fashioned purple umbrella she'd acquired last summer. It hadn't rained all winter, which she knew was normal but had still been a bit of a frustration, and now that it was doing it again, she'd practically bolted from school at the end of the day to go for a walk.
And that was where she could be found for the rest of the afternoon, wandering about in her long black skirt and simple red jacket, her umbrella resting on her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. She would stop for a while to sit under one of the awnings by the shops and read, listening to the rain, then head back out for another walk. She'd picked up a pair of heavy-duty boots, and someone might happen to catch her hopping into a puddle with them to send up a splash and then laughing softly to herself.
Even during the height of the thunderstorm itself, she was (probably foolishly) walking around with her umbrella.
[ooc: People can run into Eleanor anywhere in the village during the rain, or yell at her to come in out of the lightning if they like. She might even listen!]
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[Eleanor is curled up on her couch when she opens her book. She looks distant for a moment, as if she isn't precisely sure how she wants to say what she needs to say, and then she draws in a breath and shrugs.]
For anyone that knew her, Brigid Tenenbaum is gone. I've been in and out a lot lately so I'm not certain when she vanished but she has.
I'm sorry.
[There's a pause. Eleanor really has no idea how she felt about Tenenbaum, the woman was her tormenter and yet also someone who cared about her deeply, it created...conflicts. But she wasn't going to go into all of that. So, a change of subject.]
I've started school recently. Well, I suppose everyone has who's going. I've never gone before, I always wanted to but I was never allowed. Not counting that strange town we were in all, anyway.
It's...different from what I imagined, somehow. I mean, it's interesting, just...it's hard to explain. Mother always described school as something terrible, honestly. A place where parents who didn't care about their children sent them away to be indoctrinated. She taught me at home, said that she needed to 'control what I absorbed.'
[A faint smirk.]
It hardly worked at all. I think I prefer this way. [A pause, and the smirk fades into a real smile, possibly the first she's ever managed through the books.] Even the homework.
But I've been thinking...my childhood was hardly a normal one, and even for other children in Rapture, nothing was...what someone in a normal city would have experienced. I don't really know much about how school is 'supposed' to be.
What was school like where all of you came from?
[Action]
[Speaking of which, Eleanor could be found at school throughout the early part of the day, though she's a fairly quiet student who tends to hang around in the background of groups as much as possible. It might change later on, but she's still convinced people are going to realize she's a monster and start freaking out. So low-key is important to her. The only class she really actively participates in is art, though everything she works on has a somewhat dark tilt that would probably make a psychologist worry.]
[Afterwards she can be found going for a walk around the edge of the village, then to some of the stores to get things for the apartment now that Doctor Tenenbaum is gone, and a bit of browsing in the clothing store searching for more skirts. A trip by the battledome mostly results in her poking absently at the control panel for a while before leaving with no better idea of how it worked than when she arrives.]
[And in the early evening she can be found on a bench in the center of town, the ball-shaped helmet from her diving suit turned upside down in her lap. There's a pile of bits and bobs from various machines scattered on a white piece of fabric next to her, and she's humming softly to herself as she tinkers with the radio and light inside the helmet, trying to get it to work properly again.]
For anyone that knew her, Brigid Tenenbaum is gone. I've been in and out a lot lately so I'm not certain when she vanished but she has.
I'm sorry.
[There's a pause. Eleanor really has no idea how she felt about Tenenbaum, the woman was her tormenter and yet also someone who cared about her deeply, it created...conflicts. But she wasn't going to go into all of that. So, a change of subject.]
I've started school recently. Well, I suppose everyone has who's going. I've never gone before, I always wanted to but I was never allowed. Not counting that strange town we were in all, anyway.
It's...different from what I imagined, somehow. I mean, it's interesting, just...it's hard to explain. Mother always described school as something terrible, honestly. A place where parents who didn't care about their children sent them away to be indoctrinated. She taught me at home, said that she needed to 'control what I absorbed.'
[A faint smirk.]
It hardly worked at all. I think I prefer this way. [A pause, and the smirk fades into a real smile, possibly the first she's ever managed through the books.] Even the homework.
But I've been thinking...my childhood was hardly a normal one, and even for other children in Rapture, nothing was...what someone in a normal city would have experienced. I don't really know much about how school is 'supposed' to be.
What was school like where all of you came from?
[Action]
[Speaking of which, Eleanor could be found at school throughout the early part of the day, though she's a fairly quiet student who tends to hang around in the background of groups as much as possible. It might change later on, but she's still convinced people are going to realize she's a monster and start freaking out. So low-key is important to her. The only class she really actively participates in is art, though everything she works on has a somewhat dark tilt that would probably make a psychologist worry.]
[Afterwards she can be found going for a walk around the edge of the village, then to some of the stores to get things for the apartment now that Doctor Tenenbaum is gone, and a bit of browsing in the clothing store searching for more skirts. A trip by the battledome mostly results in her poking absently at the control panel for a while before leaving with no better idea of how it worked than when she arrives.]
[And in the early evening she can be found on a bench in the center of town, the ball-shaped helmet from her diving suit turned upside down in her lap. There's a pile of bits and bobs from various machines scattered on a white piece of fabric next to her, and she's humming softly to herself as she tinkers with the radio and light inside the helmet, trying to get it to work properly again.]
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Second Injection [Video, then action]
[It's sometime in the very early morning hours when the video clicks on, the screen filled with the blurry motion of a hand, panickedly grabbing at the air, which had apparently smacked the journal open unexpectedly. The journal itself is lying on a bed now, and the only sound is a short, terror-filled, half-muffled scream that trails off into a gasp of air as Eleanor sits up in her bed. Her eyes are wild and panicked, her breathing fast, and she claws at the sheets around her, shifting the journal further away.]
Fath-
[The shout cuts off as the world around her reasserts itself, and after a few moments, her dark eyes searching, she seems to realize it was just a dream and she groans softly, pressing her hand into her face as if trying to calm herself down. Her skin is slick with sweat, the simple white nightgown she was wearing clinging to her, a testament to nightmares that must have been going on for several hours.]
[For several moments she is silent, as her breathing slowly settles down, her eyes closed tight.]
Another dream...
[She finally speaks again, her voice soft and filled with a suppressed frustration, as her hand drops into her sheet-covered lap. After a few seconds of silence, she groans and flops down onto her back, out of sight, which makes the journal jump on the bed, enough that it gets her attention. A hand scrabbles about on the screen until she grips it, picking the book up and holding it above her head, her eyes narrow as she looks it over...until she figures out it is sending a video.]
[She makes an irritated sound, almost a growl, and with a snap, the book slams shut.]
[Action]
[All attempts to return to sleep failed, so shortly before the sun rose, the teen could be found wandering around the village in the quiet before everyone starts bustling about. She had changed into a shirt and skirt but her feet were still bare. Her too-thin arms were wrapped around her stomach to ward off the lingering chill of the night before.]
[She didn't seem to have anywhere in particular she was trying to go, just wandering in a failed attempt to clear her head.]
[ooc: Eleanor will probably answer if people try to talk to her on the journal after her dream, or she can be run into wandering about, she'll be out for at least a few hours in the morning.]
Fath-
[The shout cuts off as the world around her reasserts itself, and after a few moments, her dark eyes searching, she seems to realize it was just a dream and she groans softly, pressing her hand into her face as if trying to calm herself down. Her skin is slick with sweat, the simple white nightgown she was wearing clinging to her, a testament to nightmares that must have been going on for several hours.]
[For several moments she is silent, as her breathing slowly settles down, her eyes closed tight.]
Another dream...
[She finally speaks again, her voice soft and filled with a suppressed frustration, as her hand drops into her sheet-covered lap. After a few seconds of silence, she groans and flops down onto her back, out of sight, which makes the journal jump on the bed, enough that it gets her attention. A hand scrabbles about on the screen until she grips it, picking the book up and holding it above her head, her eyes narrow as she looks it over...until she figures out it is sending a video.]
[She makes an irritated sound, almost a growl, and with a snap, the book slams shut.]
[Action]
[All attempts to return to sleep failed, so shortly before the sun rose, the teen could be found wandering around the village in the quiet before everyone starts bustling about. She had changed into a shirt and skirt but her feet were still bare. Her too-thin arms were wrapped around her stomach to ward off the lingering chill of the night before.]
[She didn't seem to have anywhere in particular she was trying to go, just wandering in a failed attempt to clear her head.]
[ooc: Eleanor will probably answer if people try to talk to her on the journal after her dream, or she can be run into wandering about, she'll be out for at least a few hours in the morning.]
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( Cut for a lot of introspective action. )
[Audio: Hours later]
This is Eleanor Lamb speaking. I was told that these books would allow me to communicate with other people that have been brought here as I was. I still don't quite think I believe it, but I suppose there's little point in doubting, given everything else that I've witnessed since I awoke.
[She hesitates, letting out a breath. She's talking to a book. It would've felt insane if not for the wings, and the strange people, and the sky...]
I am not certain what I am supposed to say. This is all...quite surreal to me. Am I supposed to talk about what I am thinking? That's what we did with the diaries back home, but they were personal, they weren't meant for others to hear.
Still. I guess it cannot hurt. All of this is rather overwhelming, honestly. Just a few hours ago the sky was nothing but a dream...and trees, and birds...and now it's all just...here. Rapture was a nightmare, and yet I'm not sure if I've woken up to something worse or better, or if this is all still some trick of mother's...
Heh. Maybe it's both. I don't-
[She cuts off, silent for a moment, and then makes a frustrated sound.]
This is ridiculous. I'm talking to a book.
[And the book closes with a thump.]
[ooc: Eleanor is supposed to run into Sheena first, but she can meet anyone else after that! She'll most likely be skulking around the edge of town, not quite willing to head inside yet, and be somewhat less violent once she's gotten some answers.]
[Audio: Hours later]
This is Eleanor Lamb speaking. I was told that these books would allow me to communicate with other people that have been brought here as I was. I still don't quite think I believe it, but I suppose there's little point in doubting, given everything else that I've witnessed since I awoke.
[She hesitates, letting out a breath. She's talking to a book. It would've felt insane if not for the wings, and the strange people, and the sky...]
I am not certain what I am supposed to say. This is all...quite surreal to me. Am I supposed to talk about what I am thinking? That's what we did with the diaries back home, but they were personal, they weren't meant for others to hear.
Still. I guess it cannot hurt. All of this is rather overwhelming, honestly. Just a few hours ago the sky was nothing but a dream...and trees, and birds...and now it's all just...here. Rapture was a nightmare, and yet I'm not sure if I've woken up to something worse or better, or if this is all still some trick of mother's...
Heh. Maybe it's both. I don't-
[She cuts off, silent for a moment, and then makes a frustrated sound.]
This is ridiculous. I'm talking to a book.
[And the book closes with a thump.]
[ooc: Eleanor is supposed to run into Sheena first, but she can meet anyone else after that! She'll most likely be skulking around the edge of town, not quite willing to head inside yet, and be somewhat less violent once she's gotten some answers.]
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Permissions / Warnings
Eleanor is from Bioshock 2, which is a rather bleak game focusing on a Objectivist dystopia on the bottom of the sea where the population has devolved to drug addicts, genetic manipulation runs wild and people can be horribly experimented on.
Eleanor's background is a rather disjointed mess of body-horror, experimentation and mind control. She was basically tortured, turned into a tiny monster, brought back from the edge and now has to live with the terrible manipulations done to her body. She has massive self esteem and body issues.
If any of this bothers you, please let me know and we can avoid it coming up at any point.
Eleanor's background is a rather disjointed mess of body-horror, experimentation and mind control. She was basically tortured, turned into a tiny monster, brought back from the edge and now has to live with the terrible manipulations done to her body. She has massive self esteem and body issues.
If any of this bothers you, please let me know and we can avoid it coming up at any point.
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Appointment Post
This post here is for personal conversations which should happen but one or both of us doesn't want to put up a new post/log and thus we will just thread it out here. This can be used to thread with Saleh anytime and anywhere. This can either be in person (with action), or via the journal's call feature (voice and/or written).
When replying to this post please mark in the subject line when and how it is taking place EX:
[Action, January 11th]
[Voice, June 7th]
{Written, March 7th]
When replying to this post please mark in the subject line when and how it is taking place EX:
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[Voice, June 7th]
{Written, March 7th]