✯ Eleanor 'Ellie' Blackwood ✯
☆═━┈ Fury's Lead Vocalist ┈━═☆
"The more you find out about the world, the more opportunities there are to laugh at it." - Bill Nye
Location: Main Floor
Company: Alone..?
Eleanor had slept in, up all night re-watching her movie on her smart phone again. The lids of her light blue eyes fluttered about, shaking off the sleepiness that still lingered in them. Prizing her head from her pillow, the blanket that covered the vocalist slipped away, revealing her arms only to be long stubs, scarring at the point of amputation. She hoisted her left stub up, looking about at it for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. She shuffled about, the stubs that were once her legs now exposed and hanging off the edge of the mattress. Wearing her usual ebony under garments, and a tight fitting Fury band shirt, the front sporting art from one of their Albums. She eased herself off the bed, bum first onto the floor as she scuttled around, much like a penguin. She came over to her set of hooked prosthetic arms, slipping the right stub into the designated arm, then using her mouth to slid the leather straps into their buckles, as to hold the arm to her bicep area, doing the same with the left arm. Snug as a bug, the thought and she then scuttled around, pulling her legs out from under the bed.
The sockets were dark as midnight, a bold, crude ivory spray painted styled print of 'FURY!' rounded each of the sockets. The pylons were clean an quite shiny when the light struck them. The rubber feet were also stained an ebony shade, not really detailed to look real at all. Once applied, she stood up from her once sitting position. Having just a enough nub below her knee to been the leg, she took a knee at her bag and fished a pair of khaki cargo shorts and set of DC skate shoes that were a bright cyan with black trim, and dark purple laces. After careful tying them with the laces pinched between her two pronged claws. Ellie ruffled her mohawk and brushed her bangs off to the left, as per-usual. Making her way out the door, sure to have the keycard in her pocket before closing room off behind her. She looked about the hall, hearing some odd noises from not too far off, thinking maybe it was some couple that didn't know how to keep it the hell down.
She promptly ignored that, and continued down the hall, not seeing Camden anywhere. Fury's manager, he was like an older brother to her, being she had no siblings of her own. If mom had been alive long enough, and had a son before she had Ellie, She'd wished Camden would have been that baby. It was fine, the two shared that kind of closeness, or at least, Ellie liked to think they did. When he couldn't be found, not even after peeking into the Spa area, where Sam, Red Robin's bodyguard sat soundly, then just across was Frank and Sei. A light huff escaped her nostrils as she peered toward the beach. Nope, the hell was this?! Ah, well, he was probably off doing something nice. She wander around a bit, retro-80's style headphone's adorned on her head as it played and audiobook she'd downloaded, it was "Star Wars: Death Troopers" By Joe Schreiber.
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