cape_kore | 004 || Elle Bishop || [video]

[Elle's sanity has been only tenuous for a long time, and it's evident that despite how she's taken care in her looks, that something is off. Her hair is frizzier than usual, and in the background of the feed, several objects have been burned or melted. Her eyes can't focus on the feed longer than a couple seconds, and even when she manages to focus on the feed, her eyes are wide, the gaze somewhat absent. It's only partly intentional, an attempt to hide the fear she feeling. Because she can't admit she's afraid. Especially not with him around. Because he's here somewhere. She knows he's here. She saw him.]

I'm going to make this quick. There's a little fat bald man walking around, and sometimes he doesn't have the top of his head attached. He's my da- He's mine. Okay? If you see him, tell me. I-

[Truth be told, she still isn't sure if she wanted to kill him or beg him to take her back and make everything okay. She'd been a little surprised and hurt when he hadn't popped out when she'd called him a "little fat bald man." He was supposed to take the bait, damn it, if only to reprimand her.]

I need to talk- No.

Just. If you see him, don't talk to him. He- he can kill people by turning them to gold. So just let me deal with it, okay?

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I'll keep an eye out for yours if you keep an eye out for mine.

You've got a bald fat man too?

[Conversing with people has somehow become more accustomed than before. It's like they're all talking through crazy trees or something.]

No. My guy has hair. Missing an eye. Part of his face is disfigured. But I'll keep my eyes open for yours. Don't trust mine, okay?

Don't touch mine, okay?

[But at least now Elle is looking at the comm with curiosity, even if no one else can see it. Is this girl like her?]

[It's distinctly possible.]

I won't. Running into a Midas with a bad mood doesn't sound like a good way to spend a day.

My name is Bobbi.

Bobby?

So... [Okay. She'd thought it'd had been a girl, but that's what she gets, she guesses.] What do you do for fun, Bobby?

Short for 'Roberta'.

I travel a lot. [Actually, she cooks for fun but since apparently food is running out, it didn't seem like a good idea to mention.]

Oh.

[No sex there, then.]

Like, what? Some sort of writer or high-end prostitute?

Just someone that travels a lot. Itchy feet.

[Sorry, Bobbi. Elle's mind is clouded, and not everything's getting through.]

Like a rash?

[She's still hung up on "itchy feet."]

[That's fine. She's talking too much for her own liking, anyway. Just rambling to keep her mind off of her own issues.]

More like a desire to just keep on the move.

I don't get it. You, like, like planes and boats?

[Because Elle doesn't. Travel isn't really for her.]

Never been on either. Think road trips.

Who do you travel with?

[Because Elle had always had to travel with someone.]

No one. Just me.

Holy crap. Seriously? No sweaty guys who get pissed off when you put your feet on the dash?

How often do you have to check in with people on stuff?

Seriously. I don't...have anyone I have to check in with. It's just me.

And they let you do that? What if- what if you leave and don't come back? Don't they go after you if you do that?

Unless you're not tagged.

But that means I have to kill you.

[Elle frowns. This is troublesome. If her dad finds out she's been telling people about herself and letting them live...]

Who's 'they'? I have no 'they' to report back to.

You...what? Tags? What's...I missed something.

[SO LOST.]

No killing me because I have no idea what's going on. And even if I figure it out, I'd still like to remain alive and kicking. It's a thing. I kinda enjoy it somewhat.

No. No. Daddy's here. He's going to be so pissed if I let you live.

[Why is this girl not getting it? Why don't people just let her kill them? Admittedly, it probably wouldn't be as much fun, but still.]

You don't work for--[Stop. Stop right there, Charlie.] Never mind. You're confusing and a bit worrying so I'm going to go.

I'm a bit- Ha! I'm a bit worrying?

[ She cracks up at that, though something in her voice is broken. Her eyes are unfocused, and yet this strikes her as the funniest and saddest thing she's heard all day. ]

My dad would kill you just because. I'm the one who's only killing you because she has to. I'm the good guy!

[ She hangs her head, muttering to herself as tears spill over. ] I'm a fucking hero.

[ Or at least, she'd been called that once. ]

[ And only once. ]

Your dad has no reason to kill me. Neither do you. There's nothing heroic about killing someone just because. Try again.

[Elle covers her face with her hands, muttering to herself. Of course, with the comm on her wrist, she does a terrible job of muffling the sound.]

Maybe I should kill her for being so stupid.

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