one | he beat on his tiny fists to feel something

[blacksky]

WHO: Elektra Natchios
WHERE: Fountain, Inn, around the village while she house shops!
WHEN: October 23-25.... for now.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of horror environments. sexual content in MattElektra thread. Will edit as log progresses!

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Fountain | open

One moment she is idly scrolling through the comms to answer responses to a post. It is nothing new really. The only difference is she's being a team player. She's taking the responses seriously and trying to put the puzzle together. It's almost fun even outside the visits it gets her from the people she favors. The next moment water is rushing through her nostrils and mouth. She hates herself for getting so comfortable. Now the station is fucking with her. As usual there's nothing that can be done about it. All she can do is try to make a mad dash for oxygen. Just because she can come back to life, doesn't mean she wants to. If nothing else Matthew would never let her hear the end of it.

Her lungs and nostrils burn as she reaches the surface and coughs loudly as the water pours from her nose and mouth. It's absolutely disgusting, but she can't lament that now. She has to swim to the lid to catch her breath. Actually getting out of the fountain will have to wait until a decent amount of oxygen gets into her lungs. She'll marvel later at the fact that it's no longer recycled space junk and there's a real source of light out here.

Inn | open

She needs to get something in her stomach. By now it is safe to assume someone pointed her in the right direction of food. Elektra doesn't waste any time. She heads straight for the kitchen to grab whatever her heart desires. Anything that resembles leftovers or something that doesn't need to be cooked is being collected and deposited onto a plate. She hasn't eaten real food in ages. God she misses it.

Elektra emerges to one of the tables with a mish-mash of everything she can find and water. She sets it down carefully in front of her. She's done this before. Her first week with the Natchios she ate half the house in the morning and spent the rest of her day puking. She's older and wiser supposedly. She doesn't want to waste any time puking her guts out due to a lack of self-control.

After a few seconds, she carefully picks up the lightest item, eats as slowly as she can, takes a long drink of water, and repeats the process until she's full. It makes her look like she's ninety, but she hasn't eaten real food in months as far as she knows. She rather look stupid than throw up everywhere.

Around the village | open

She needs a place to live because the Inn isn't an option. Elektra is used to living alone at this point. She's not going to change even if there is supposedly a winter upon them. Strange, but she can't bring herself to complain with fresh air in her lungs again and food in her belly. She starts the process of going through the clearly uninhabited houses to find one suitable for her. Elektra doesn't bother to hide it's what she's up to either. Everything seems up for grabs here. Why not embrace it?

Comments

Inn

[championofsnark]

In many ways, Hawke prefers living in the inn to her old mansion. When she first moved in it seemed like a marvelous idea, but after time sleeping in ditches, the simplicity of this place is much more attractive. And no one banging on her door trying to make trouble. No one trying to kill her (today). Things could be much worse! She's rather cheerful as she walks into the kitchen, also looking for food. She'd chomp on something all day if she could. She's always a bit peckish, and running around the wilderness lately has dragged out a lot of energy.

She yawns and starts putting together her own plate. She's going hunting at some point, and will wisely try to clean her kills up before stocking the place. It's a process, but it makes her feel useful. Hawke glances over to see a woman she doesn't recognize, and she watches her curiously for a moment. She smiles and takes her food right over, not asking if she could sit, because she's obnoxiously friendly that way, and she's used to communal benches and meals.

"I appreciate someone who takes the time to eat each bite. Probably wiser than how I scarf it down like a maniac. My mother used to give me such trouble. You're still technically a lady, Marian, stop eating like the dog." Her impression of her classy mother is spot on, but it would have to be after these years. Inwardly it's a wound not even close to healing, but she finds joking about the parts she misses is the best route.

[blacksky]

Elektra wears the startled look of a woman not particularly used to obnoxiously friendly. The sad fact is it would have gone over better if Hawke tried to kill her. She knows how to deal with that. Nevertheless she is quickly won over by the conversation that follows. She breaks from a mildly horrified look at the company into a sincere smile. She had the same exact conversation with her adopted mother while she was still alive.

She wasn't the easiest child to manage. She spent her formative years around an old blind man who trained her for war. It was a given that a wealthy woman would lecture such a wild child when she came into her care. There is a similar wound there. Elektra liked Christina Natchios even if they could never be truly close thanks to the secrets between them. She uses that to avoid feeling the absence too strongly. "My mother always tried so hard not to be smug when I ate so fast that I threw it all up. It took me a while to learn my lesson." She jokes while carefully popping a bit of cheese into her mouth. Luckily for Elektra the teenage half the horror movie bffs shares their stock with the class.

[championofsnark]

Her mother had her work cut out for her. Three children, and only one of them at all well behaved. Leandra was a noblewoman who chose love over duty, and it wasn't in the end the best message for any of them. Her eldest was wild from the moment she was born, more prone to fighting and drinking than curtseying and playing nice. She was sure somewhere on her was the stamp of the Amell blood, but no where that she hadn't scarred over by now by her mistakes and reputation.

She makes a face at Elektra and then smiles. "She never went that far, because I certainly wouldn't clean it up after. She'd only lose and have the house smell." Also Hawke's mother was kind and patient and deserved so much better than the gruesome death she was given. "Is that why you're eating so slowly? Here I was thinking someone made something so delightful it was worth taking in slowly." The food wasn't terrible, she had much much worse, but she did miss the roasts at the pub.

"I'm Hawke. I know you're not really supposed to stomp your way into someone's private time, but as already discussed, the lessons in manners never took well." Hawke is much like her beloved dog. Too friendly and pushy.

[blacksky]

It's familiar in a way that hurts just a little bit. She does everything she can to never think of her adoptive parents. Elektra associates them with secrets most of the time; hers naturally. This is a reminder of the good moments. She can see Christina trying so hard and just maybe a part of Elektra loved her for it. It's a sweet thought if nothing else.

She laughs softly at the food comment, shaking her head as she does it. "If I were enjoying it, I wouldn't be able to control myself. We'd have vomit all over the floor again. I'd have to find out the hard way who keeps up with this place." Because they'd be nipping at her heels no doubt.

She pops in another piece of cheese and swallows before adding, "I can't fault you for that completely. I learn the rules to break them. Manners were not an exception." She knows every polite way to say 'fuck you' that can ever be conceived. Elektra is quite proud of that if the smirk as she recalls some of her greatest hits replays in her head. On what she tells herself is a whim, she decides to return the favor. "Elektra Natchios."

[championofsnark]

"Perhaps that'll be a challenge for any hopeful cooks in the area. Your task, may you accept it, is to create food good enough we'd want to throw it up." Hawke grins, ear to ear, and winks. "That's a very appealing tagline. Who could resist?" Never let her sell anything, is the summary. She's someone who hefted her knives up, knowing it took a forger years to get them just right, and said it was very good at stabbing as a grand summary. "I don't know who keeps up with it, but someone does. It's pretty clean, considering how many people are in and out."

She sees the smirk for what it is and chuckles. "Ahhh, we're kin spirits. I assumed barging in would lead to either acceptance, a casual fuck off, or a knife being drawn, so I was ready for whichever." She's glad it went this way! Hawke almost comments on Elektra's accent, which isn't too dissimilar from her own or people she knows, but she knows now that vastly different worlds can oddly have the same accents. However that works. Elektra's very clearly not from Ferelden, she knows that much. "Marian's my first name, but it sounds too frumpy for me. Your name though, it suits you."

[blacksky]

Elektra chuckles. She points to her as the giggles start to die down. "Only the weak. We wouldn't want them spoiling our fun." She doesn't deny the rest. For once, things feels easy. This has only happened perhaps four times before. It hurts as much as it is a relief. Elektra doesn't want to be alone. She shrugs at the rest, trying hard to be casual even as her mind wanders to how Ellie became Elektra all those fateful years ago.

"I'll admit I am very fond of it. Marian doesn't suit you at all. I can see why you went with Hawke even if I'm not sure where you pulled it from. Do you have a hawk?" She quirks a brow suggestively. What? Rich people have done weirder things.

[championofsnark]

Hawke chuckles with her, always enjoying the easy way talking can sometimes go with people who find reasons to connect. While she can get along without any friends, and has for some time now, she's a social person by nature. She likes being surrounded with others. She's been a little starved for it until now. "If someone comes in here and finds out we're laughing over vomiting all over the inn, they're going to think we're crazy." She doesn't mind, it actually makes her chuckle some more.

She snorts. "People always ask that, it's my real last name. Hawke with an e at the end. Technically it's Amell and Hawke, but my mother ran off with a dirty apostate mage and sullied the noble Amell name. I'd rather his anyway, he was so much more fun, from what little I remember." He died when she was young, but many say her personality turned out very similar to his. "Elektra though, there's something epic about it. It's elek-tric."

[blacksky]

Elektra takes a sip of her drink and shakes her head. "Give it time. They'll think I'm crazy just for being myself." She grins mischievously at the other woman. She sees no reason to play here unless she wants to. Elektra isn't trapped in a steel box in space. She's living freely on a planet with clean air and sun. As far as she's concerned she can do as she damn well pleases.

"That's quite a story. My name has one too." She pops some more food in her mouth and chews as she decides which version to go with. It doesn't take long for her to settle on the most dramatic one. "It belonged to a princess who shoved a sword down the throat of the one who killed her beloved father. She returned from exile to do it."

[championofsnark]

"Sanity is overrated. And frankly, rather boring." Hawke cannot claim to have an ounce of sanity in her body. She wouldn't have been able to accomplish anything that she had if she worried about that sort of thing. It was jumping from one mad survival to the next. She didn't mind when things were quiet, like now, but nothing about this situation was sane. "You would've gotten along brilliantly with my group of friends. We only have the one sane friend and no one listens to her."

She listens to the story and grins. "Fierce! Bet people thought twice before crossing her after that. Why was she in exile in the first place?" Hawke loves stories. She often teases Varric it's why he's her best friend, so he can tell her stories every night.

[blacksky]

That wins a true smile from her. Elektra agrees, of course. Being safe and boring never suited her. She always wanted to live big and freely. There's a reason one day she would rather die on a rooftop than in a hallway. "It's a shame I can't meet them." She means it. Being alone really does get old.

"They put her in exile because they were afraid she'd do just that. They thought they could marry her off and have some man fill her with babies to keep her busy." She rolls her eyes. Typical, boring plan to deal with a woman. "But, Electra married an honorable man who didn't stand in the way of what she needed to do."

[championofsnark]

"Well, people come through the fountain all the time, one of them might show up eventually. That's what I keep telling myself." Hawke shrugs. It's true. She visits the fountain every day just in case. "It's probably selfish to want them here, considering we're stuck and all, but I'm dead back home so I don't have a lot of options." This was her option, and that was her only chance to see them. She's very matter of fact about her death, since there's no point in being in denial about it. Things happen. "I think my best friend Varric would love it. He's a writer, think of all the stories he could get out of it."

Hawke laughs and shakes her head. "The same kind of stories echo in all worlds, apparently. My uncle would've been delighted to marry me off and get me filled with babies far away." They openly despised one another. Even when she helped him out several times. Bloody men. She smiles. "Ah, a romantic story then. Or it should be. That's the kind of romance people should strive for, a true partnership, none of this rescue nonsense."