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The room doesn't scare her. The words on the walls are incomprehensible, the stains and bedframes unrecognizable. After all, the wards Elle was kept in were immaculately clean.

Yet this time, when her skin starts sparking, she keeps her eyes closed.

Maybe there is something she's scared of. Or she just needs to think without distraction.

But if she's trying to feign unconsciousness, the sparks are enough to betray her.

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The weird thing about the room right now is, it's empty.

But that's not the case for long.

The door crrreaks open, and Ava sticks her head in, eyes drawn to the sparks.

Hey, if Elle wants to play dead, fine by her.

Good to start practicing now.

For about a minute, Elle stubbornly keeps her eyes closed.

But curiosity seems to win it out. She lifts her head just slightly, enough to bring the door within her line of sight.

Other than this, she doesn't move.

She could always wait outside if Elle gets too feisty, she supposes. Post a demon in here.

It was hard enough for her to get out of this place, and she wasn't tied up.

(Ava doesn't remember much about that day, actually. It doesn't bother her.)

"I brought you water," she says.

"And a sandwich."

Elle lays her head back down again, and doesn't answer.

"Oh, fine."

The door's half open; she stands in the frame for now, a paper bag under one arm.

"I'd have to untie you, anyway."

Edited 2012-10-28 06:07 (UTC)

She stays silent.

(It'd be nice to say she's only calling Ava's bluff, but the truth is, her last time in captivity is looming in her mind like a dark storm cloud.)

Ava glances to her.

"Say no if you want," she says with a shrug.

"I used to get really hungry waiting around."

A bright white arc very suddenly flashes from Elle's shoulder to the wall behind her. She visibly shudders, but doesn't otherwise move.

Quietly, only because she thinks her voice will shake if she raises it any louder, "I think you're lying."

"About what?"

She takes a deep breath, then dares to make her voice a little louder.

"That I can say no."

Ava pauses.

"Well he won't be happy."

This is low, aiming for light but not really making it.

"That's not my problem."

She doesn't manage to make it sound as flippant as it should be, either.

"Maybe not," she admits.

She looks a little abstracted, her gaze shifting aimlessly from Elle to the walls to the setup of the room.

After a moment it settles back on Elle.

"I guess if he doesn't like you, there's a whole bar full of people back over there."

Elle looks down to the floor.

"Do any of them want to save you as much as I do?"

(Not did.)

She blinks.

From ...? may be the obvious question here.

But if she's asking, it's only with her eyes.

But Elle's not looking at her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

She slumps a little against the bedframe.

"I don't know what to do now."

Ava hesitates.

you're one microscopic cog

in his catastrophic plan

"There's nothing you can do, Elle."

Her eyes stay down.

Dully, "Are you going to bring that to me?"

A glance to the paper bag.

"Kinda risky to do it myself."

She wrinkles her nose.

"I was thinking I'd get a friend."

one two
A friend..?
I'm coming for you

Her skin lights up with sparks, and Elle twists her hands to take hold of the metal, trying to steady herself.

But she can't do anything about the cold now - only her grip on the bedframe keeps her from trembling, and she begins breathing quickly, the voltage around her only increasing.

She finally looks to Ava - not afraid, but very uncertain.

Ava had meant a demon friend, but when Elle looks to her, a faint shudder runs through her-- an echo of whatever ripple is passing through the hospital.

Elle's sparks comfort her, in a way.

At least they make noise.

"I have to," she says, distant, and steps fully into the room. Her free hand gestures limply to the bed. "I can't bend those."

She winces, the same smoky little-girl form drifting up from the floorboards.

Edited 2012-10-29 01:12 (UTC)

An arc flares from Elle's shoulder up to the ceiling.

She doesn't say anything, but also (maybe deliberately) doesn't look at the demon.

Ava's watching both carefully.

Just the arms.

Her control is pretty nuanced, but demons are not naturally gentle by any stretch of the imagination. The twists of metal binding Elle's wrists are untwisted, then wrenched aside.

The moment her wrists are free, Elle aim and fires bright white arcs across the room toward Ava.

At the same time, the sparks along Elle surge, forcing her to squint against the light and causing her to tremble slightly as she moves.