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Joel ([personal profile] aintyourdad) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-06-30 01:13 pm

another one bites the dust

Who| Joel, Ellie, Bucky (MCU flavor)
What| Bucky attacks our intrepid father-daughter duo. Only one person is going to come out of this alive.
Where| The amusement park area
When| The beginning of week six
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh, violence, swearing, death.

The heat is the worst, in Joel's estimation. He could deal with the increased activity from the monsters if only it wasn't so goddamn hot. Even his injuries - he could get through them if not for this heat.

Joel is ready for this to be over, though he's not quite sure anymore what "this" is: the arena, would be his answer if Ellie asked him. But maybe everything, too. Seeing Sarah again, like that, the way it ended - now he almost can't look at Ellie. Ellie, of all people.

He glances at her now, takes in her appearance. She looks about as bad as he feels, and there's nothing he can do about it. He hates that, too. She deserves so much better than this shit.

"C'mon, let's get inside for a bit," he says, pointing at what looks like a mostly-intact house up ahead.
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[personal profile] onlyimmune 2014-07-01 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ellie has been quiet. Extremely quiet. She trudges alongside and just behind Joel, eyes staring straight ahead. Sweat makes her clothes cling to her, grates against her skin. Her feet are covered in blisters - her sweat keeping her feet so damp that the skin on her feet simply gave up. She's hungry - so, so hungry - and she hates everything. Hates Hawkeye for dying. Hates Riley for the same. Hates Sarah for fucking up Joel. Hates Joel for being fucked up. Hates herself for how much hate is spilling out of her. She hates everything and the angers is so entrenched in her weary bones that she doesn't know where it ends and she starts.

She looks up when he speaks, glaring off at where he's pointing.

"Yeah. Fine. Whatever." She doesn't mean to snap, it just happens - she's so frayed and tired she can't reply with anything else. She tsks under her breath at herself. "... Sorry. Yeah, a break would be good."