[Eleven is very much able to take care of herself most of the time. She's also just a little girl, 13 years-old. She's soaking wet and staring up at a giant crocodile, its teeth in a grin. She feels a thrill of terror run through her, heart beating fast.
She glances around quickly and spots a decently big rock. And then she's staring at it hard, with a dangerous look in her eyes. The rock rises from the ground, floating in the air, and then she whips her head back toward the crocodile. The rock follows, getting lodged in the creature's eye. It thrashes a little, and then it's really angry. Her eyes get round, a drop of blood trickling from her nose.]
b. prompt iii
[Being flooded out of your home pretty much stinks. Eleven bursts into the volunteer shelter, soaked through and breathing hard as she pushes the door shut. Her hair curls at the edges where it's wet. She wanders in, feeling out of place as she looks around. She sees a buffet and makes a beeline for it, silently grabbing a plate and putting food on it. Living on your own isn't very easy, she's come to realize.
Later, she's eaten her last spoonful of soup. She's sitting in the corner, where she can observe everyone, her hair starting to dry in curls. She looks up as you pass by, curious eyes meeting yours. Suddenly, she speaks up.]
Do you have space?
[She means in your home. For her.]
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Eleven | Stranger Things
[Eleven is very much able to take care of herself most of the time. She's also just a little girl, 13 years-old. She's soaking wet and staring up at a giant crocodile, its teeth in a grin. She feels a thrill of terror run through her, heart beating fast.
She glances around quickly and spots a decently big rock. And then she's staring at it hard, with a dangerous look in her eyes. The rock rises from the ground, floating in the air, and then she whips her head back toward the crocodile. The rock follows, getting lodged in the creature's eye. It thrashes a little, and then it's really angry. Her eyes get round, a drop of blood trickling from her nose.]
b. prompt iii
[Being flooded out of your home pretty much stinks. Eleven bursts into the volunteer shelter, soaked through and breathing hard as she pushes the door shut. Her hair curls at the edges where it's wet. She wanders in, feeling out of place as she looks around. She sees a buffet and makes a beeline for it, silently grabbing a plate and putting food on it. Living on your own isn't very easy, she's come to realize.
Later, she's eaten her last spoonful of soup. She's sitting in the corner, where she can observe everyone, her hair starting to dry in curls. She looks up as you pass by, curious eyes meeting yours. Suddenly, she speaks up.]
Do you have space?
[She means in your home. For her.]
c. friendr
» Seeking: Friends
» Preferences: No
» Interests: Eggos, tv, music
» Bio: I don't know what to put here.