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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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[Video]

[pantherking]

[Grimmjow's watching this with something that's almost a smile. Having been there himself not so long ago, he's enjoying watching someone else going through it. The fact that she's holding a switchblade and cursing only heightens his interest. She might be fun.]

That ain't gonna work.

[Video]

[defiant_eye]

[ She's jerking around at the sound of somebody's voice, blade ready. She almost growls at seeing the monitor, because surveillance? Isn't that just fucking perfect?

For a moment she weighs the pros and cons of demolishing the monitor, but then she forces her teeth to clench shut, taking a few jagged breaths before answering in the most even voice she can muster. ]

What will?

[Video]

[pantherking]

[He shrugs.]

Fuck if I know. Still stuck here, ain't I?

[Boredom makes him chatty, so he figures being vaguely helpful won't hurt.]

A guy in th' box said there ain't anyone in charge here.

[Video]

[defiant_eye]

[ Emphasis on vaguely. Godd@$&= #!@65)&§#! @K9&€##!!! Okay, basics first. ]

Where is here?

[audio]

[playingbadcop]

[Darkly amused.]

Welcome to Wonderland, lady.

And look out for Cohen.

[video]

[defiant_eye]

Wonderland, huh?

[ Raising switchblade, glaring around. ] Already looking.

[audio]

[playingbadcop]

That's what I said.

[Knives already?]

Goddamn, you don't waste time.

[video]

[defiant_eye]

Wish I could say the same about you fellas here.

[ She strolls over to a smaller statue and puts her foot down on it. ]

The least you owe me is a-

[ Her foot pushes. The statue sways, then tilts and finally falls and shatters. ]

-welcome committee.

[presto_presto]

[ So remember how Stango mentioned something about a welcoming committee? ]

What are you doing?!

[ Ah, here he is - Elle, allow me to introduce you to a middle-aged gentleman in tailcoated formal finery, who sounds like you just murdered an orphanage in front of him.

A heartbeat later, he's burning with fury.

No, we mean that literally. Enjoy the complementary fireballs now heading in your direction. ]

Go back to your hole!

[defiant_eye]

[ Actually Stango was a great welcoming committee himself and-- well, there's another feed to witness that.

In any case, it just so happens that unfortunately Elle had to return to the foyer in order to fetch her charming, red suitcase.

Fortunately for her she found it still intact and cheerfully went to carry it back upstairs when unfortunately--

OHSHITFIREBALLEXTREMEDODGING!!!

Cohen's voice alarmed her to his presence, so she gets herself out of the way all right.

Only the burning suitcase and the poor animal within where not so lucky.

Elle lies on the floor, staring in disbelief as one million dollars just burn up right in front of her eyes. ]

[presto_presto]

[ Even if he didn't see her slashing the paintings and kicking the statues, he's pressing his attack. What, consider the fact that she might've just been in the wrong place at the extremely wrong time? Phooey! PHOOEY HE SAYS! ]

YOU WORM! YOU SLIME! YOU FUCKING DOUBTER!!

[ Jeez, does this guy ever pause for breath? Anyhow, she's going to have to move, because there's more fire heading her way ahead of a striding, shrieking Cohen. ]

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!!