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[defiant_eye]

[ACCIDENTAL VIDEO - HALLWAY MONITOR - ENTRANCE HALL]

[ Elle meant to step out of the desert, into a scrubby trailer. Instead reality blinks and she steps into an entrance hall of sorts, surrounded by macabre and bizarre paintings and sculptures

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Edit, because we are not nearly using the word FUCK often enough

[defiant_eye]

[ Oh, we are sure Cohen would behave in a completely reasonable way if it wasn't for his intuition telling him that she is in fact the one responsible for this heinous crime.

In any case, there is more dodging work to be done, accompanied by an internal WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!, referring to Cohen's mode of attack and not the man himself, for a change.

Elle tears her eyes away from the suitcase, pushes herself up and does three extremely impressive backflips that temporarily land her out of the line of fire...

...only to realise upon impact with the floor that her pant leg and her regular, fleshy leg have been thoroughly and most painfully charred. ]

Y-You...

[ She straightens herself, clenching her teeth through the pain and glares at Cohen as the realisation hits her with full force. ]

You just burned a million fucking dollars!!

I think you owe my inbox an apology.

[presto_presto]

[ Cohen's stride brings him right up to one of the slashed paintings, and he seems to forget Elle's even there for a moment, the fire in his hands dimming to embers as he reaches out to touch the canvas with ten shaking fingertips. His voice shakes just as much. ]

This told a story that would have taken the breath from your throat, if you had only set your eyes to it and not your knife.

Fuck your inbox. Fuck it, man.

[defiant_eye]

A fucking million fucking dollars...

[ The sadness is contagious, but her glance is set on the suitcase, at least temporarily, before it reverts back to Cohen, now in disbelief; disbelief that he'd pause his horrifying attack, allowing her to reach for--

the knife she left in Stango's room. Was that EXTREMELY careless of her or what?

She sways deliberately, putting some weight off her injured leg, getting ready to dodge and waiting for Cohen's next move, because running is just not an option. ]

My inbox doesn't appreciate that kind of language.

[presto_presto]

[ Whereupon Cohen, with a roar of - ]

Murderer!

[ - spins around towards Elle, hands first, the fire springing back into life and rippling through the air towards her. ]

Your inbox can go suck my subject line's dick.

[defiant_eye]

[ Well, guess that means the break's over.

She prepared her stance and dodging was not a problem this time. Landing however painfully reminded her that she may not be able to keep this up for much longer.

There's got to be a way.... something she usually does when she... oh wait, now she remembers!

Attack!

She sprints towards Cohen, jumps and aims a flying kick at his chest. ]