Application: Elle Bishop (Heroes)

[elle-sparks.livejournal.com]

Elle blinks a few times, confused by her surroundings. The last thing she remembers is leaving Isaac Mendez's loft, having saved that cute Dr. Suresh and those girls from Sylar. She hadn't really wanted to go back to the facility and face her father and spent a little time wandering aimlessly through the streets of New York.

But apparently she took a wrong turn at Albequerque because she has no idea where she is right now.



Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

The voices startles her and she takes a moment to process what she's seeing before she replies, in a small voice, "Elle Bishop."

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

Does she even have a quest? She's not sure. But she realizes she needs to come up with something. "Um... to prove my worth to my father." That sounds as good as anything.

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

Elle has a lot more than three wishes, so she takes a moment to consider her options and narrow it down to the three best. "I wish my father would let me move into my own apartment," she says. Because what she really wants more than anything is freedom. "I wish that Peter hadn't run away." Because he was really cute. And if she's getting some privacy, she has ideas on how to make use of it. She hesitates before admitting her third wish. "I wish I knew the truth about what my father has done to me."

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

"I would tell them not to be greedy or I'd zap them," Elle says. It's possibly a little disturbing that she doesn't need to think as much about that one.

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

Elle's eyes grow wide. "There's a revolution coming? I... I'm not sure if I have any skills to barter. Maybe protection or something? Unless someone can figure out a way to harness my electricity to power things."

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

"Any chocolate is totally fine with me," Elle says. "But I only get that as a special treat."

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

"Fairies, definitely," Elle says. "I always wanted to be a fairy princess or have a fairy godmother. They are just the luckiest. And, uh... I guess monkeys. They are cute and cuddly."

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

Elle pats her pockets. "No, nothing sharp. Just my inate abilities." She lifts her hand, concentrates for a moment and creates a ball of electricity, which she bounces a few times.


((Elle Bishop is from Heroes and is being taken post Series 2; She has the ability to generate electricity, is a diagnosed sociopath and sadist, and suffers a distinct lack of social skills due to being hidden away from society for the majority of her life. Yes, Sylar-mun knows about my app :) I'm a new player and very excited about this opportunity!))

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[caycep]

"Hi, Elle. I'm Cayce Pollard. Welcome to bizarre extradimensional Disneyland." She stayed back a few steps; anyone who could bounce a ball of electricity probably merited a reasonably wide berth.

(And she marveled for the nth time how easy it was to get used to, well, anything. Even girls who generated electrical fields.)

[elle-sparks.livejournal.com]

Elle let the ball of electricity fizzle as Cayce approached. "Disneyland? Really?"

She had always wanted to go to Disneyland but her father told her it was too dangerous.

[caycep]

"Yep. Except not the one in Southern California. It looks like it in pretty much every respect, but as you can see if you look out the gate—" she pointed, as usual without looking, "there's no California. This is somewhere outside of normal space-time, I guess you could say."

[katoustheshit.livejournal.com]

It's probably the mentioning of father's that gets Katou's attention. It might not have even attracted him if he hadn't just had a talk with Setsuna (http://community.livejournal.com/dizzy_land/240593.html) about his own family.

"Why exactly would you wanna prove your worth to your father?"

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"How did I get here?" Elle asked. "I was in New York."

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"Because... I don't like letting him down," Elle says. Her voice is hesitant though; she wonders if she would feel that way if she had proof that he let her down.

[caycep]

"...yeah, well, that's the million dollar question," Cayce said. "Everyone here in the park—and there's a few dozen of us—we were all minding our own business back wherever we came from, turned a corner or blacked out or something, and here we are. No explanation, no clue, nothing. And I'm really sorry to say that we're stuck. We can't walk, dig, or fly out, and the monorail basically goes nowhere."

[katoustheshit.livejournal.com]

"Oh," said Katou. "Do you guys get along then?" Even if they didn't he had no doubt she'd probably lie about it, but it didn't hurt to ask. From that answer, there was the possibility that he had just gotten the wrong impression.

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Elle shrugs. "He's my dad."

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Elle smiled. "So no one from our lives can contact us here?"

That would be one of her wishes come true; having a place to live that isn't with her father.

[caycep]

Well, that was one of the more unusual reactions Cayce had gotten to that particular bit of information.

"Exactly," she said, watching the girl's face. "No communication in or out, and no travel in or out."

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"Are there boys here?" Elle asked.

She wouldn't be quite so happy to be stuck in a place where there weren't boys. She was also unaware that asking a question like that made her sound like a teenager.

[caycep]

Okay, Cayce had to chuckle at that. "There's definitely boys here," she said. Granted, a lot of them seemed to be most interested in other boys, but hey. Live and let live.

It dawned on Cayce that Elle looked a lot like someone else she'd met. A lot like.

Oh god. She wondered what would happen if they met.

[elle-sparks.livejournal.com]

That made Elle smile. "Good. My daddy never let me spend time with boys. But I like them. Especially the pretty ones."

If Elle met someone that looked like her, she would most likely shoot lightning bolts first and ask questions later.


((and Veronica's mun is a good friend of mine, FYI, and also knew about this app))

[caycep]

Okay, Cayce was starting to get a mild case of the creeps from this girl. "Yeah, well, there's quite a few here," she said, and blinked a bit.

"So, uh, I guess no one else has given you the welcome-wagon briefing yet, have they?"

((Awesome. I ♥ meta. XD))

[elle-sparks.livejournal.com]

"Nope, you're the first person I've met," Elle said. "Well, not counting the talking mouse and talking cat."

Poor Elle. She really had no social skills.

[caycep]

"Okay. Well, I told you about the not-leaving thing. Shortly, after a few people have had a chance to talk to you, Mickey there will assign you to some part of the park. You can live where you're assigned if you want, but not everyone does; we've all sort of just settled wherever was comfortable and are getting our living setups from whatever we can scrounge from the shops and the rides and things. The food and the stuff in the stores magically restocks. There's a mail system that's ... well, it's kind of magic, and I don't like to think about it much, but it works. Clocks don't work, you can't keep track of days, the weather's always nice, and—" Cayce took a folded pamphlet out of her back pocket and held it out to Elle. "You'll want to look at this."

(The pamphlet which Cayce's mun hasn't designed yet was titled "A Woman's Guide to Disneyland", and detailed certain interesting facts that women of childbearing age would definitely want to know.)

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Elle looked over the pamphlet. "Huh. So, basically this place will give me whatever I need to survive, my dad can't contact me and I don't have to deal with my girly time of the month?"

This was beginning to sound like heaven.

Wait.

She frowned. "Am I dead?" She was pretty sure that she had survived when she went after Sylar...

[caycep]

"Um." Well, shit. This was a delicate question, given the erstwhile presence of post-dead people in the place. "Probably not," she said. "I mean ... no, if you are, we all are, and I'm pretty sure that we're not." Her expression was just a little pained. "If you don't mind my asking ... what were you doing before you came here? You said you were in New York?"

[elle-sparks.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I've lived in New York almost my whole life," Elle said. "I was trying to stop a bad guy from hurting people right before I ended up here."

[caycep]

"And were you, um, successful?" Cayce winced a little. "Sorry. Just trying to sort things out and all. Some people seem to have come here while they were in the middle of some crisis or at some important part of their lives. I didn't, but I was wondering..."

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"Well... kind of?" Elle said. "I mean, he didn't get to hurt those people, but I didn't kill him, so he might hurt other people."

She considered the rest of what Cayce said and wondered if maybe she had been sent here at an important part of her life. After all, she was starting to question whether or not her father had her best interests at heart or not.

[caycep]

"Ah." An awkward pause. "Well, okay. Anyway, I wouldn't worry about being dead. It's unlikely that you are."

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"Cool. I think I'll like it here, then," Elle said.

She grinned and bounced on her toes a few times. If she had any conversational skills, it would probably occur to her to ask Cayce about herself. But, well, she didn't.

[caycep]

"It could all be a hell of a lot worse," Cayce conceded. "Any other questions about the place? I think I've covered most of the salient points."