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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. ]
no subject
Hey, no, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.
[He can't blame her for being scared, the ships are a scary place, but he doesn't want her to be scared of him. He pauses for a moment before extending a hand out to her.]
My name's Barry. What's your name?
no subject
[ that word seems to find its mark, it seems to change something. Eleven knows, or at least - she had learned what a promise is. Something you can't break, something you have to do.
unfortunately, she did learn what a promise is from a bunch of boys in the 80s and so, she looks at her palm before spitting at it and offering it to him.
your move, barry. ]
no subject
Promise.
no subject
some things seem to remain the same, even here.
she turns her hand, however, shows him the number tattooed on her inner arm.
0 1 1.
she points at herself. ]
no subject
[He repeats it with a nod, and he naturally has a lot of questions about the tattoo, but he also knows that a kid who's scared of adults probably doesn't want to talk about that right away.
He's patient. He can work up to other things first.
He shifts so that he's sitting cross legged in front of her, resting his elbows on his legs.]
You know, where I'm from, we do things a little differently when it comes to promises. I mean we do them that way too, but there are some ways that don't involve spit.