At least the clothes were good, Ellie found herself thinking as she stepped onto the platform and raised into the fog. She was bound for cold weather - that much was obvious - so she was surprised to find the hot, dense fog as she raised to the surface. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit, she couldn't see anything. She scowled, looking around her, trying to pick out Joel, Riley, but couldn't manage it. She was still looking when the gong went off, but that didn't stop her bolting.
She run's straight forward - assuming that they are arranged around the cornucopia in a circle, and is almost immediately rewarded by nearly stumbling over a heavy-laden bag. Whispering a quick 'yes!' to herself, she slung it over her shoulder, finding a knife lying right beneath it, and grabbed that too. Then she turned 90 degrees and ran as fast as she could in a completely different direction.
Can't see shit, she grumbles to herself, wondering how the fuck she is going to find anyone this time. She finds a wall, running her hands along it, and stops when she sees a dark shape in the fog. Carefully, she pulls out her knife, steeling herself as she edges toward it.
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She run's straight forward - assuming that they are arranged around the cornucopia in a circle, and is almost immediately rewarded by nearly stumbling over a heavy-laden bag. Whispering a quick 'yes!' to herself, she slung it over her shoulder, finding a knife lying right beneath it, and grabbed that too. Then she turned 90 degrees and ran as fast as she could in a completely different direction.
Can't see shit, she grumbles to herself, wondering how the fuck she is going to find anyone this time. She finds a wall, running her hands along it, and stops when she sees a dark shape in the fog. Carefully, she pulls out her knife, steeling herself as she edges toward it.
Friend or foe, she was ready.