<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/>Perhaps plasma shocking that squid bastard wasn’t the best of ideas. Maybe… Ellie had only received a small handful of seconds to watch the results of her attack on Cthulhu before she was involuntarily pulled down into the depths for a personal meeting with her victim. She wasn’t sure<i>when</i>everything had gone black. Maybe it had something to do with the absolute terror that came with losing sight of the light that normally reflected overhead. Maybe it was when she realized just<i>how deep</i>she had been pulled into an exponentially more shallow creek.<br/><br/>Was this irony that just like in space, no one could hear you cry for help?<br/><br/>It probably took a good two and a half minutes before there was any real response to the teen’s efforts. The very first signs that whatever they were doing might actually be helping wasn’t in a sudden gasp for air, but in the way she began to tremble – or was it more of a<i>shiver</i>? Blood was flowing beneath artificial compressions, jump starting some processes that had begun to shut down. And then she sputtered, her larynx dilating to set free the fluids trapped below. Ellie gagged, and with the diligent aid of Billie and Robin, her head was turned just in time for her to lose a divided mixture of lunch and gooey creek water.<br/><br/>Her first breath didn’t just wheeze, it rattled, and as her eyes rolled open in disorientated<i>exhaustion</i>, she fell into a coughing fit that eventually saw her losing more of her lunch. Shivering, Ellie reached for the first person she saw and found her hand gripping onto Devina’s shirt. “Wul–bt...” She rasped. What the fuck had happened? “C-col…” Her teeth chattered. Why wasn’t her mouth working like she wanted? Why wasn’t her brain working like she wanted? And why did it take every single ounce of energy she had in her to grip onto the other woman’s shirt? A grip that only lasted a mere second and a half before it was falling back wherever it could land.<br/><br/>Elle turned her head, sputtering and exhaling yet another nice gooey bit of fluids that had gotten stuck in her bronchials – but that wasn’t why she’d turned her head. She was searching for something through the disorienting world around her. “R-ro-win?” Where was he? Was he safe? Did she save him? Or did she just make it worse and get him sucked down just like her?<br/>