And then she wasn't anymore. Nell laid there, still as a stone, like she was having one of her episodes. Her body refusing to listen to her for a minute...three... Slowly she clenches her fist, her muscles finally returning to her, and her hand goes to her throat. There's nothing there...?
Nothing there.
She lets out a breathless laugh and sits up, pausing again to see herself still wearing the dress from the 'dream'. Breath stilling in her throat, she picks at the skirt of it, trying to make sense of reality. Lifting her eyes she sees no dark figure waiting for her, but a note.
Eleanor reads it and laughs again, this time it's louder and sort of bitter. Maybe this is a result of her siblings finding her and putting her in 'professional care' like they'd threatened to a time or two. Always after one of her bad nights, always when she was just a little too emotional for them. Always seemed to bother them at just the wrong time...
Still, it was worth following the directions to at least see about getting out of here. What she needed to do, what mask she needed to wear. After washing her face, Eleanor gathers the jacket and makes her way out of her room. Having never really been on a ship it takes her a few tries to find 'deck one', legs locking up here or there. The paralysis is nothing new to her, still leaves her staggering slightly (bending at the waist, really) as she tries to continue walking.
Eventually she makes it there, the shoulders of the jacket gripped in both hands and gathered together at her stomach. She looks around nervously, hoping...maybe to see a familiar face in the crowd. (Maybe Luke?)]
2]
[The whole life jacket demonstration leaves Eleanor with a taste in her mouth that she can't describe. Not quite like bitter tea, more sour...like a lemon candy. The vest begins to feel more like a stone the longer she leaves it on.]
Off.
[Talking mostly to herself, she looks down at the ties/clips that are keeping her bound in it. Her fingers fumble at them, refusing to work properly just like she'd just 'woken' up after her sleep paralysis.
Nell bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering and making a scene, but still, there's going to be an audible gasp of relief when she gets the first one undone.]
3]
[Whispers she's dealt with. Shadowed figures looming in front of her she's more familiar with.
This...?
Eleanor is clinging to the walled side of the staircase, having barely moved out of the way of the laundry cart that she swore moments ago was halfway down the empty hall she just left. Eyes wide she checks again to see if there's anyone down the hall, then down at the foot of the stairs.]
Did... Did that hit anyone?
[She doesn't see anyone right away under the pile of sheets or around corners/pillars, prompting her to make her way hurriedly down the stairs to at least right the thing. No reason for anyone to trip over it! But as she bends to pull it upright there's a loud, raspy whisper, audible to anyone within the area of the landing there that's right in your ear:
GET OUT
[Eleanor jerks up straight, looking around wildly.]
I...
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eleanor vance (nee crain) | haunting of hill house
1]
[Falling falling falling...
And then she wasn't anymore. Nell laid there, still as a stone, like she was having one of her episodes. Her body refusing to listen to her for a minute...three... Slowly she clenches her fist, her muscles finally returning to her, and her hand goes to her throat. There's nothing there...?
Nothing there.
She lets out a breathless laugh and sits up, pausing again to see herself still wearing the dress from the 'dream'. Breath stilling in her throat, she picks at the skirt of it, trying to make sense of reality. Lifting her eyes she sees no dark figure waiting for her, but a note.
Eleanor reads it and laughs again, this time it's louder and sort of bitter. Maybe this is a result of her siblings finding her and putting her in 'professional care' like they'd threatened to a time or two. Always after one of her bad nights, always when she was just a little too emotional for them. Always seemed to bother them at just the wrong time...
Still, it was worth following the directions to at least see about getting out of here. What she needed to do, what mask she needed to wear. After washing her face, Eleanor gathers the jacket and makes her way out of her room. Having never really been on a ship it takes her a few tries to find 'deck one', legs locking up here or there. The paralysis is nothing new to her, still leaves her staggering slightly (bending at the waist, really) as she tries to continue walking.
Eventually she makes it there, the shoulders of the jacket gripped in both hands and gathered together at her stomach. She looks around nervously, hoping...maybe to see a familiar face in the crowd. (Maybe Luke?)]
2]
[The whole life jacket demonstration leaves Eleanor with a taste in her mouth that she can't describe. Not quite like bitter tea, more sour...like a lemon candy. The vest begins to feel more like a stone the longer she leaves it on.]
Off.
[Talking mostly to herself, she looks down at the ties/clips that are keeping her bound in it. Her fingers fumble at them, refusing to work properly just like she'd just 'woken' up after her sleep paralysis.
Nell bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering and making a scene, but still, there's going to be an audible gasp of relief when she gets the first one undone.]
3]
[Whispers she's dealt with. Shadowed figures looming in front of her she's more familiar with.
This...?
Eleanor is clinging to the walled side of the staircase, having barely moved out of the way of the laundry cart that she swore moments ago was halfway down the empty hall she just left. Eyes wide she checks again to see if there's anyone down the hall, then down at the foot of the stairs.]
Did... Did that hit anyone?
[She doesn't see anyone right away under the pile of sheets or around corners/pillars, prompting her to make her way hurriedly down the stairs to at least right the thing. No reason for anyone to trip over it! But as she bends to pull it upright there's a loud, raspy whisper, audible to anyone within the area of the landing there that's right in your ear:
GET OUT
[Eleanor jerks up straight, looking around wildly.]
I...
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