[Hands everywhere. Touching, guiding, scrubbing her down to rid her of the red dust - she doesn't need a single thought to be afraid. It reminds her of the lab. Of papa's men dragging her to the Room to lock her inside. Even if El can't hold on that thought, her body remembers. Fights every inch of the way with her heels attempting to find purchase on the floor, arms trying to pull out of the hold. Her mouth open to scream, to plead but a hand is covering the sound before she even has the chance to release the tinest of one.
Fortunately, the lethargy means she can't use her telekinesis on the natives. That she can't throw them away or make them stop touching her. The most she's able to manage is to make the water pipes rattle a little.
It's not the Room. It's not the lab or the bath. Once she's freed from the dust with clean clothes, they let her go. Lead her down the hallway to another room. The instinctual panic settles as she shuffles down the hallway and leaves her wary of the woman waiting for her there. El's eyes glance down at the child but she's distracted by the device and the way the woman's hands move.
Words appear on the rectangular box, words that make it sound like she's somehow ended up in the Upside-down. Monsters drawn by sound, monsters who kill.
El is quick to nod to the request to be silent, anything to let her escape this room as soon as possible. She understands better than most what monsters can do. They aren't the demogorgon but there are other things that exist in the Upside-down.
Once released, El takes off - running along the sand paths to put as much distance as she can between her and the wake up room. Lights flicker as she races passed.]
falling down the stairs
[Welcome to the lab. There's a young child sitting at a table wearing nothing but a white hospital gown - their hair shaved and a set of wires settled on her head like a cap. Monitoring the child's brainwaves. On the table is a cage and inside the cage is a white cat hissing. Beyond the table is a large observation window with men in white lab coats. Only one man goes without, an older gentleman watching with a great deal of interest.
This is the man the child keeps glancing up to look at, before looking back down at the cat. The child keeps staring at the cat as if waiting for something to happen, eyes tearful before "no" - no, she won't.
It changes and two men have lifted the same child by the arms, walking down towards the end of the hallway with the child cries, struggles and screams - "papa" being called back to look at the same older gentleman. But the men don't stop, keep carrying the child towards a door. Only to open it to reveal a small room no bigger than a closet and toss the child in. But the men don't make it very far before one suddenly flies backwards hard enough to break the tiles on the wall behind him. The other's head twists at a horrible angle and a sickening crack can be heard. The girl lays there on the floor, seemingly unable to move before the older man appears in the doorway, his hands reaching out to lift her.
Again it changes. The child is standing in the middle of a pitch black place, gone is the hospital gown and in its place is a tan-colored piece. Bare feet splash in darkened water as the child moves towards the only visible thing in the space. It looks to be some odd-colored thing, two arms and two legs. A head. However moving closer reveals that it isn't human at all. A scream echoes in the empty space.]
Eleven "El" | Stranger Things
[Hands everywhere. Touching, guiding, scrubbing her down to rid her of the red dust - she doesn't need a single thought to be afraid. It reminds her of the lab. Of papa's men dragging her to the Room to lock her inside. Even if El can't hold on that thought, her body remembers. Fights every inch of the way with her heels attempting to find purchase on the floor, arms trying to pull out of the hold. Her mouth open to scream, to plead but a hand is covering the sound before she even has the chance to release the tinest of one.
Fortunately, the lethargy means she can't use her telekinesis on the natives. That she can't throw them away or make them stop touching her. The most she's able to manage is to make the water pipes rattle a little.
It's not the Room. It's not the lab or the bath. Once she's freed from the dust with clean clothes, they let her go. Lead her down the hallway to another room. The instinctual panic settles as she shuffles down the hallway and leaves her wary of the woman waiting for her there. El's eyes glance down at the child but she's distracted by the device and the way the woman's hands move.
Words appear on the rectangular box, words that make it sound like she's somehow ended up in the Upside-down. Monsters drawn by sound, monsters who kill.
El is quick to nod to the request to be silent, anything to let her escape this room as soon as possible. She understands better than most what monsters can do. They aren't the demogorgon but there are other things that exist in the Upside-down.
Once released, El takes off - running along the sand paths to put as much distance as she can between her and the wake up room. Lights flicker as she races passed.]
falling down the stairs
[Welcome to the lab. There's a young child sitting at a table wearing nothing but a white hospital gown - their hair shaved and a set of wires settled on her head like a cap. Monitoring the child's brainwaves. On the table is a cage and inside the cage is a white cat hissing. Beyond the table is a large observation window with men in white lab coats. Only one man goes without, an older gentleman watching with a great deal of interest.
This is the man the child keeps glancing up to look at, before looking back down at the cat. The child keeps staring at the cat as if waiting for something to happen, eyes tearful before "no" - no, she won't.
It changes and two men have lifted the same child by the arms, walking down towards the end of the hallway with the child cries, struggles and screams - "papa" being called back to look at the same older gentleman. But the men don't stop, keep carrying the child towards a door. Only to open it to reveal a small room no bigger than a closet and toss the child in. But the men don't make it very far before one suddenly flies backwards hard enough to break the tiles on the wall behind him. The other's head twists at a horrible angle and a sickening crack can be heard. The girl lays there on the floor, seemingly unable to move before the older man appears in the doorway, his hands reaching out to lift her.
Again it changes. The child is standing in the middle of a pitch black place, gone is the hospital gown and in its place is a tan-colored piece. Bare feet splash in darkened water as the child moves towards the only visible thing in the space. It looks to be some odd-colored thing, two arms and two legs. A head. However moving closer reveals that it isn't human at all. A scream echoes in the empty space.]
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