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driftfleet2017-08-11 05:13 pm
bellator) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-11 05:13 pm
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ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀs ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )
Who: Eleven + you, yes you
Broadcast: n/a
Action: upon the different ships. yes all of them + planet
When: until 8/23
[ it doesn't really matter where she finds herself at. a ship might get a happy tune and some pudding or cake but the girl slips away before she can be noticed by too many people.
she doesn't seem to understand the basic concepts of being assigned anywhere. eleven hides in a little alley and she cries for the better part of an hour, rocking herself back and forth, calming down a storm she feels brewing at the back of her mind.
she knows this. she knows the panic that comes with being alone but she also knows what to do.
so for the first part of her stay, she knows little to nothing about being assigned anywhere. she simply treats the entire fleet as a survival area of a sort. and so, if you hear an odd noise at night coming from your ship's cargo bay? it's not a ghost.
she's a sight, to be sure. shaved hair, a once-pretty pink dress that is now muddied and dirty. her nose is bleeding and - she's eating your food. whatever it is you have, it's on the floor. vegetables, fruit, space cereal covered in protein goo.
judging by the demin jacket resting on the floor, she's been sleeping there. upon seeing anyone, she'd startle and do whatever it is a lost twelve year old would do upon being caught stealing.
she runs. you better be quick if you want to catch up with her. ]
[ there are too many people and far too much noise.
eleven can be seen sitting on her own at different corners of the streets, eyeing things with a mix of fascination and suspicion. the amusement park, the shops, the weirdos.
she's used to being one, herself. she seems to look at the aliens as if they have something in common.
one might mistake her for a street-child with the way she looks and the way she acts, keeping to the shadows, observing everyone and everything.
approaching her would result in an attempt to slink away.
one thing is certain, the girl is scared.
she's not exactly friendly, either. ]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: upon the different ships. yes all of them + planet
When: until 8/23
( a; your ship, yes, YOUR ship )
[ it doesn't really matter where she finds herself at. a ship might get a happy tune and some pudding or cake but the girl slips away before she can be noticed by too many people.
she doesn't seem to understand the basic concepts of being assigned anywhere. eleven hides in a little alley and she cries for the better part of an hour, rocking herself back and forth, calming down a storm she feels brewing at the back of her mind.
she knows this. she knows the panic that comes with being alone but she also knows what to do.
so for the first part of her stay, she knows little to nothing about being assigned anywhere. she simply treats the entire fleet as a survival area of a sort. and so, if you hear an odd noise at night coming from your ship's cargo bay? it's not a ghost.
she's a sight, to be sure. shaved hair, a once-pretty pink dress that is now muddied and dirty. her nose is bleeding and - she's eating your food. whatever it is you have, it's on the floor. vegetables, fruit, space cereal covered in protein goo.
judging by the demin jacket resting on the floor, she's been sleeping there. upon seeing anyone, she'd startle and do whatever it is a lost twelve year old would do upon being caught stealing.
she runs. you better be quick if you want to catch up with her. ]
( b; planetside )
[ there are too many people and far too much noise.
eleven can be seen sitting on her own at different corners of the streets, eyeing things with a mix of fascination and suspicion. the amusement park, the shops, the weirdos.
she's used to being one, herself. she seems to look at the aliens as if they have something in common.
one might mistake her for a street-child with the way she looks and the way she acts, keeping to the shadows, observing everyone and everything.
approaching her would result in an attempt to slink away.
one thing is certain, the girl is scared.
she's not exactly friendly, either. ]
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[He can tell she isn't a normal child... she's afraid... but what was that look she was giving him? Like she was trying to show she wasn't dangerous. Was she? Was she like... actually, he didn't know any super human children so this was just a bizarre gesture from her. He wondered what that was about but it didn't much matter. He had seen her so he couldn't leave her now.
As if on cue, the black and white dog with him steps forward toward her. He's not aggressive, in fact he's a big baby who would roll over easily for her if she pet his head.]
Umbra, leave her alone. She's scared. Sit. [The dog sat his bottom down within arms reach of Eleven, his tongue waggling out of his mouth now. Noctis sighed.]
Sorry, he's my dog... hey... have you eaten any food? Do you want to eat something? You must be hungry.
no subject
[ she says. she looks at the dog with something akin to longing. she does like animals. how many hours she spent locked in a room with no windows and no light just because she didn't want to harm a cat?
she seems to deem the dog as safe. most children would try to pet it but eleven only looks at it before she looks at him. ]
hungry.
[ she nods. she is. but - ]
not safe.
[ to follow. to trust. pick and choose. ]