with_an_accent: (RAGE SWITCH)
[Elsa is never complaining about boredom in this town again. If Cap starts going on about that ☠☠☠☠ ever again, she's kicking him in the teeth. Repeatedly.

Waking up abruptly to a suddenly-destroyed everything is bad enough. Having to face this new reality without her abilities (again) and any real weapons? Nothing is beautiful and everything hurts. Elsa, being Elsa, responds to this development in the most mature way possible: she swears repeatedly and breaks shit in the remains of her bedroom until she feels better. Once that's accomplished, she's off to scavenge for something to defend herself with.

She can be found in various places around town digging through the rubble, swearing to herself, and occasionally shouting to random passers-by for help moving heavy/cumbersome items out of her way. If you happen to be someone she knows or a member of Nextwave, she'll drop what she's doing and approach.

Good luck with the furious (if nerfed) British woman.]
with_an_accent: (expert marksman)
951 Beulah Street

[Elsa's morning starts like any other. She wakes up, takes a shower and dresses, goes downstairs to make herself some tea and breakfast. It's hot and sunny, which is the kind of weather she expects in the United States in the middle of the summer. She even (finally!) has the eye, eardrum, and hair back that she traded for her choker. Even if she's still stuck in this Stepford hell, life is pretty okay.

Until then she notices the date: Tuesday, August 30. Where the hell did the month of August go? It doesn't take very long for Elsa to put two and two together and get four. She's been droned. Suddenly, life is nowhere near okay.]


☠☠☠☠!!!!


John Doe Park

[Elsa's set up a makeshift firing range: crudely-cut cardboard figures taped up against pieces of wood. Practicing with her firearms serves two purposes. One, it makes her feel better--she feels most comfortable with a weapon in hand. Two, it keeps her sharp. Who knows how much proficiency she may have lost while she was a housewife-zombie?

Feel free to approach, just make sure not to spook her. She shoots first and asks questions later.]
with_an_accent: (heavy burden to bear)
[What is Elsa Bloodstone's greatest fear? In her own words: Failure. I don't want the world going to hell because of a mistake I made somewhere along the line.

In protest, she has failed to kill a certain Bridge Carson. The consequence for this failure is to be trapped in her own mind, certain that the world around her--Mayfield or back home, it doesn't matter much--has crumbled because of her own carelessness. She hesitated too often. Showed too much mercy. Didn't do the job she was supposed to do. Left too many monsters--and monstrous humans--alive. And now... everyone else is paying for it. It's not fair, but the world rarely is.

But she's mostly immortal (or so she thinks, in her own hallucinations). She continues to survive, even as most of humanity is dead. She'll keep fighting until she breathes her last, not holding back any longer. If someone deserves to die, she'll kill him. If a monster approaches, she'll show no mercy. There are surviving stragglers in the wastelands and pockets of human civilization left. She'll be damned if she doesn't make all of this up to them, somehow.

She has a target. His name is Bridge Carson. No mercy, this time. Somehow, he's involved in all of this. He has to be.

In search of him, she's walking around Mayfield with a long-suffering scowl on her face and a shotgun in each hand. The sun is shining and (despite recent events) the town is still well-populated. Not that Elsa notices either; for her, the streets are abandoned and it is eternally night.

She'll notice people if they approach and address her. But she'll be incredibly surprised to see that they still live. And she'll be more than a little wary.]

Fifth shot

May. 8th, 2011 07:44 pm
with_an_accent: (well fuck)
[Elsa wakes up rather disoriented. It's warmer than she remembers, definitely warmer than the end of March ought to be. And the fact that she's in one piece, safe and sound, is still strange to get used to after dying. While endless extra lives are a nice thing to have in the absence of her immortality, it has proven to take quite a bit of getting used to. This waking is, of course, even harder because she's back to missing an eye, an ear, and most of her hair. The regains she took from the post office must have been temporary, then. Interesting.

Then she looks at the date. Today is May eighth.

May. Eighth.

Where the ☠☠☠☠ did the past five or six weeks go? The last thing she remembers is being squished beneath the foot of a giant milkman robot. Did this town seriously manage to brainwash her into thinking she was a good little housewife for all that time?

☠☠☠☠.

A glance out the window shows a miraculously rebuilt Mayfield, which only takes her slightly by surprise; rapid reconstruction is not something she puts past the people in charge of this hellhole. And, really, if she has to deal with missing over a month in her life, the least the town could do is give her a functional world to return to. She can always ask Cap or Tabby what happened after her death.

Well, maybe not them. She'd prefer competent information, so it'd be better to ask Elizabeth or the Doctor for that update. For now, however, it's time to actually get out there and take a look at things for herself.]


A: phone

How often are people droned for over a month?

What the ☠☠☠☠ did I miss all this time?


B: 951 Beulah Street

[Well, okay, Elizabeth seems to be a drone. Even worse, today seems to be Mother's Day, so she and the other drone child are adamant about showing how much they love her, giving her hugs and offering to make her breakfast and showing off how well they cleaned the house. Elsa, being a creature that does not do affection, is more than a little creeped out by this. She just woke up from a long-term droning, she doesn't need this right now.

She finally chases them out of the kitchen, telling them to go start a garden for her in the back yard or something, and makes herself some tea. She'll feel better once she's had a cup.

Or three.]



C: Around town

[Elsa's wandering around, trying to see if there's any sign of damage left over from the attacks leading up to April 1st. Unsurprisingly, she finds nothing.

Oh, and she has a shotgun slung casually over her shoulder. No harm in staying armed, especially when those ☠☠☠☠ing bears might be hanging around.]



D: The High School, Monday morning

[Apparently, Elsa's teaching home economics now! She has been ever since she was droned, but this is the first morning in which Elsa's actually aware of it. As such, she's completely unprepared for the day's lesson. Time to improvise and teach these girls something more useful than how to cook and sew. Any idiot can figure those out well enough to survive.

This time, she has two shotguns. They're currently sitting on her desk.]


From here on out, we're going to use this class period for things that actually matter.

Today: how to care for your firearms. Next week, we'll move on to actually using them.

Third shot

Feb. 23rd, 2011 02:25 pm
with_an_accent: (DOES THIS STAND FOR AMERICA?!)
[Okay, so Ellie has spent the days since Valentine's Day scrubbing herself clean and trying to forget the fact that she Did the Deed with Dirk Anger. And liked it. There is no feeling clean after that. There just isn't.

When she finally gets up the nerve to open the regain box, relatively certain it won't mess with her any further, she hits the roof. In the box is a blue tshirt with the EU logo printed onto the front of it. National and continental pride is all well and good, but the fact that she's just received what amounts to a mostly useless regain after what she's been through infuriates her.

To the phones!]


☠☠☠☠ this town and the people in charge of it.

Captain? Meet me at the Post Office. Now. [She's getting her ☠☠☠☠ choker back, even if it costs her both of her legs.]

First shot

Feb. 9th, 2011 03:14 am
with_an_accent: (well fuck)
a: Action, family
[Elsa Bloodstone wakes up in a bed she doesn't recognize next to a man she doesn't know wearing clothes that don't belong to her. Considering how she has no memory of how she could have gotten there, the only thing she can think of is kidnapping. Or brainwashing--there are pictures of her with a family she has no memory of having. She'd thought the Beyond Corporation had been finished off, but apparently they had one last trick up their sleeve.

Worst of all, her choker's missing. She can feel the difference its absence makes.

She's confident she'll get out of it once she figures out what, exactly, she's fighting against. So with quite a bit of agitation, she exits the bedroom and makes her way downstairs. There will be hell to pay for this.

After she has some tea.]


b: Phone, unfiltered
Anyone care to explain what the ☠☠☠☠ hell is going on?
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