with_an_accent: (RAGE SWITCH)
2011-11-26 02:30 pm

Eighth shot (Bombfield)

[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)
2011-08-30 12:23 pm

Seventh shot

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)
2011-06-01 01:15 pm

Sixth shot (probably backdated a bit, I fail at this event so hard)

[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.]
with_an_accent: (bring it)
2011-03-08 01:08 pm

Fourth shot

So, these statues are actually alive?

If they're alive, then theoretically they can be killed. Who's up for some hunting?

[Later, Action.]
[Ignoring any and all advice to stay home/not fight the angels/not blink, Ellie is off to find her an angel to kill with a shotgun in each hand. Anyone is free to run into her during her search and/or join her in her fight, since these sound like the kind of enemy that require backup (especially for someone who, lacking her left eye, has a pretty large blind spot).

Just keep in mind that it's not going to end well for anyone involved.]

[ETA: So, the Doctor talked her out of going in guns blazing (thank you, not!husband!), so now she's off to meet Archer and hopefully prevent death.

It still might not end well for anyone involved.]
with_an_accent: (Default)
2011-02-13 11:50 pm

Second shot

[Ellie regards the package that arrives in her name with one part suspicion and one part anticipation. So they're returning something to her already? That's convenient... perhaps a little too convenient. Still, she's not going to know unless she opens the damn box, so she does so.

And suddenly, she remembers the sordid affair she and Dirk Anger had over the course of Nextwave's rebelling against H.A.T.E. and the Beyond Corporation. How could she have forgotten about that?]


Anger? We need to talk. Now.

[Her voice is curt. No one said it was a pleasant affair.]

Where do you want to meet?
with_an_accent: (well fuck)
2011-02-09 03:14 am

First shot

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?