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Ellen Ripley ([personal profile] xenoqueen) wrote in [community profile] soddersays 2019-10-31 04:33 pm (UTC)

[In other circumstances, Ripley might find some offense at being called lady in such a crass manner, but there's no time to argue about semantics. Her hands are stained in putrid blood as she gets dragged up onto her feet. It takes a moment or two before her legs start to work again and she begins to run, jerking away from his grip.

The maggot attempts to give chase, but the booze and glass on the ground seems to inhibit it. As its flesh makes contact with the alcohol, it lets out another shriek and bunches itself up, cringing away from the source of pain.

There--over there! A bar, preferably without organs inside. She gestures for the stranger to follow as she dashes across the street, slamming open the door and stumbling inside. The bartender briefly glances towards the door, unimpressed, before going right back to mixing drinks.]


Jesus Christ. [--Is all she can manage for a few moments as she catches her breath. She moves to rub her face, but then stops when she sees the blood on her hand.

She feels like she might be sick. Ripley closes her eyes, trying to wipe her hands on the wall behind her. Hopefully, the employees won't mind.]


What the actual fuck is going on out there?

[As if this man would know anything about the situation....]

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