<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MhEVnI4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured: Jean jacket, white undershirt, black leggings, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pmish</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Angel, Billie, Devina, John-James, Robin, <s>Sean Platt</s></em><br/><hr/>Fresh water. That’s what she tasted, and yet somehow that puzzled her even more. Then again, their sudden transportation to the sea made about as much logical sense as a colossal squid existing in the mountain rivers of Colorado. So why not add a talking one into the equation and deviate logic entirely?<br/><br/>Ellie didn’t even get a change to answer Billie before shit was hitting the fan - not that Angel missed a beat there. Good thing she wasn’t the only closet geek around here, because when the impossible creature started talking about themself as if they were one of multiple, Ellie thought she was going to lose her mind. “I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die.<i>I don’t wanna die!</i>” her cries grow increasingly pitched the further center she, and the rest, are pulled. Futile or not, it doesn’t stop her frantic rowing. Certainly not as her vivid imagination fills her head with images of how many pieces she’d be shredded into thanks to all those sharp razor-like teeth.<br/><br/>“Billie – Angel!” The redhead cries as she watches their boat crumple in half like it was built with sticks. Instantly Ellie paddles towards them, pushing the creature’s tantrum into the back of her mind. What did it even mean by “<i>Why did you not fade</i>?” Fade into the fog? Into history? What were they –<i>candles</i>?<br/><br/>Ellie was barely two feet forward before the kraken was reaching for yet another victim. One of its insidious tentacles curled itself around another canoe, threatening to rend it apart as easily as the one it had snapped only seconds before. It was at that moment it registered in her head that<i>Robin</i>was on that canoe.<i>Enough was enough.</i>“<i>Fuck–</i>” The girl snarled, sparks flickering at her fingertips as her hands left the paddle and slashed out toward the offending limb. “OFF!!” A stream of bright white plasma jumped from each hand and zipped through the air, calling forth the distinct scent of ozone.<br/>