ellie 'butterfly' greene

when the fear of dying surpasses the fear of lifeless death; that's when all demons come out to play.                               [innocent] indie OC; the walking dead; Crossover friendly; MUN: +18

[innocentxelle]

[fanningsistersdaily]

"I’m very girlie, so it used to be a lot of Peter Pan collars and poofy dresses, now I’m getting older, I feel like I can wear things a bit more structured and a bit more tomboy. I’m ok with wearing trousers now, but when I was 12, I was like ‘No, that’s for boys!’" x

[innocentxelle]

i have quite a few drafts to do but ugh i am just so busy today i won't get anything done but i promise i'll have everything posted by tomorrow ok xoxo

[amisitavis]

  Victoria wasn’t much for drinking before   the outbreak but now the idea of a bar   didn’t seem too bad. Just being able to   drink away her problems and forget about   the world for a while would help ease her   pain even if it was temporary. One night,   all she needed was one night to forget    about everything. The people she lost,    her dead family, a l l of it. And so the blonde   kept her fingers crossed for a bar. At least   she would have something to look forward   to which was rare these days.

  ❝ I wouldn’t mind a drink or… four. ❞ She    confessed, chortling at her own comment.

  When Ellie made the turn, Victoria grabbed   her gun and knife out of the glove department,   preparing for any possible threat. Blue eyes   surveyed the area, making sure that it was   safe for them to get out of the car. 

  ❝ Turn off the car. The engine will draw any   walkers nearby. We should get out here. ❞

[innocentxelle]

❝ Four? This ain't no tea party girl. We drink till' we crash. But ugh, I can already smell 'em coming... ❞ 

The dirty-blonde stopped the car, her voice  just barely over a whisper as she turned the key in the ignition. The vehicle quickly went silent,  and Ellie reached out for the  guns in the back seat, checking the bullets as she decided which to take. Grabbing the  shotgun as well as her normal gun, she began to glance out the window. She did not have a good feeling about this town.

❝ I think I see the town center over there. Should we check it out or head for the houses instead? ❞

Her grey eyes moved to look at Victoria, who looked just as nervous as she felt. She wasn't sure if that was comforting or even more worrying -- perhaps they ought to just get out of here? Then again, Ellie was too hungry. And who knows w h e n  they'd find another town.

Ellie didn't wait for the blonde to answer, as she slowly opened her door, checking out a single, 'moany' walker who was heading their way. Knife in hand, she waited; after all he seemed harmless from a distance, and she had a strong feeling she should save her strength. You never knew what could be coming.

[unlxkelyteam-deactivated2015011]

Eloise heart broke in two but, after a few minutes she stopped crying. She got used to the death. It wasn’t as bad when her father passed. “Well… She murmured “At least your alive.” She smiled.

[innocentxelle]

Ellie' smiled back a tiny smile, nodding. "Yeah, exactly. I'm lucky to have found you. But where have you been Lu'? With your parents?"

[elle-fanningdaily-deactivated20]

[ultimatelysurviving-deactivated]

Good job Jana, you forgot your bag right where the other could find it. Now she was screwed. Good thing she always kept a knife on her, so she  took out the small pocket knife and clenched her skinny fingers around hte handle. Should she go out and  surronder? Should she stay hidden in this closet having a 90% chance of getting found? Jana peeked through the cracks, biting her lip when she heard a small voice - a girls voice. Maybe a   few years younger than her. Jana decided to stay hidden. If she got caught, she could talk her way out of getting killed. Though she knew how to  protect herself, she didn’t want to kill someone, or hurt them at the least.

[innocentxelle]

Walking around the house slowly, Ellie could swear she wasn't alone. Perhaps she'd developed some sort of  p a r a n o i a  but she couldn't let the feeling go. That bag wouldn't have just casually been left; and whoever had put it there was most likely still inside the house. The young blonde  carried the knife in her right hand, holding it  close to her body as she searched the rooms. For a second, the family photos distracted her; it was weird to think all these places had once  been peaceful, happy family homes. She hated  looking at them. They showed everything she'd  lost. So after one glance at the rooms, Ellie was  ready to give up. She was just going crazy. But in that exact moment, she heard something else. A low growl; followed by multiple dragging feet. Walkers. 

      “—Shit."

[duck-grayson-your-ward]

Duck’s smile instantly faded. This girl was really all alone. She didn’t have anybody. Neither did Duck, but he didn’t know what happened to his dad. This little girl…she knew. It must have been so difficult for her, despite how strong she seemed. He wiped at his face a little. The idea that a little girl, much younger than him, without her parents brought a tear to his eye.

"That’s it. You gotta stay strong. No matter what. I’m sure your dad would be proud."

[innocentxelle]

The little girl smiled at his words, shrugging innocently. "Ya' think?" She questioned proudly, then watched the crackers absentmindedly. "I hope so. He made me promise I'd live before he walked away to the outside. So that's what I'm gonna' do... Or try to do, anyway. What 'bout your parents, Ducky?" 

[lupusomega-blog]

         when i was younger               i { promised } you both

       that when i was older 

                                   you’d                                            βe                                           proud                                                   of me

[pxrditax-archived-deactivated20]

"Yeah. It’s pretty. Leah’s name is pretty, too."

[innocentxelle]

"--And does Leah happen to be the name of that older girl who's always with you?”

[pxrditax-archived-deactivated20]

"Your name is Elle? My name is Elle!"

[innocentxelle]

"Really? Wow. Allow me to say that you have a lovely name, then. Best there is."

[duck-grayson-your-ward]

"Yeah, I’m all by myself." He said, finishing up his cracker and looking down at the young girl. "How about you?"

[innocentxelle]

Ellie shrugged her shoulders at his response, a tiny smile appearing as her eyes watered very slightly. “It's kinda' lonely, isn't it? I'm alone too. But my daddy is outside somewhere. But it's not him anymore, it's one of those thingies. You know...” she trailed off into a whisper, "-- a walker. But it's okay, really. He told me not to be scared. I can do it."

[mxtari]

[  She’s not even going to entertain it.     She’s not even going to give the girl     a passing glance; because she doesn’t     want her to see the ache that traces     beneath her features. She doesn’t need     a guilt trip from Carol. Not another one.     Not for now. ]

     ❝ Gun’s don’t fire themselves, Elle. ❞

[  She’s all for kids being able to defend themselves, but she’d hoped the girl would be a little more…proficient with it. The hole in her arm still fires with a thick, solid burn, but the guilt in her voice softens her features.]

     ❝ I know y’didn’t mean it, honey…But until I know          you can use it properly I can’t let you have it.          It’s not safe. You could really hurt someone. ❞

[innocentxelle]

[  The little blonde can't help   her frown as the woman refuses  to look at her; she felt truly bad, but this was the first time in years in which she didn't walk around   with her gun safely in her pocket. She felt vulnerable. And stupid, too. ]

     ❝ They do...  I ain't never shot like that. Ever. ❞

[  She felt guilty -- like really guilty. Leaving the safety off was a rookie' mistake and she knew it. But she  couldn't be weak. She couldn't; so she had to lie. But at least Carol was nice. She understood. ]

         ❝ I know, I know. But it's just... I miss it.             You'll keep it safe though, right?            'Cause I don't trust anyone else with it. ❞

[duck-grayson-your-ward]

"Depends. Does looting them from an abandoned underground shack count as stealing?" He asked, taking a cracker himself and eating it. He smiled at the younger girl.

[innocentxelle]

    “Kinda'.” Ellie giggled, looking down at the almost-finished cracker happily. “But I think everyone's kind of a thief now, so it's okay. I'm one too. Are you alone 'ere?” 

[bradlytimeriftmoore-archive-blo]

innocentxelle

bloodonherskin 

He was sure that he heard a noise back here earlier, and he thought nothing of it until now. There was definitely someone else in there, and they were alive. No walker makes those noises, at least not one he’s seen lately. Either way, the dirty blond male was determined to figure out what in hell this cluster of noises was and what the hell was going on.

He shined the flashlight into the room and furrowed his brows as the room seemed completely clean. His first thought from there was rats, but rats don’t create the footsteps he heard just seconds ago. There had to be someone else in the building with him. He sighed after a second, stiff and harsh through his nose. They had to be hiding in here somewhere, this was where the noise was coming from.. 

"—- I know you’re in here," he said somewhat strictly, allowing his voice to sharpen but his volume to remain soft. "Come out. I won’t hurt you." Yes, because they’re going to believe that from a complete stranger John, not, he told himself after a second, rolling his eyes and stepping forward, shinning the flashlight in various area’s, looking for the source of the ruckus he’d heard minutes before. 

[innocentxelle]

Ellie had been distracted, Very distracted. Because how else could she have missed this? By the time she hears the shuffling noise of footsteps, she's cornered. It's hide or die, in the literal sense. She barely has time to think as she rushes inside a small closet, grabbing her big, rusty knife out of her pocket as the door gently swings close.

A few seconds later, she hears him come in. She can tell from the visible streaks of light that whoever it is carries a flashlight, and the young blonde finally realizes it's not a walker. But it doesn't make a difference -- not really. Humans these days are just as bad; or worse. When the man begins to speak, his deep voice makes him sound bulky and violent, so Ellie closes her eyes shut and simply prays he'll go away. Then maybe, just maybe, she won't have to kill him. 

As the light continues to flash around, Ellie knows he's not going anywhere. And after all, he did say he wouldn't hurt her. Could she believe him? She doubted it. But if she stayed in here, he was going to have the upper hand when he found her -- the closet was too obvious. So, grabbing at her knife tightly, Ellie put on her bravest face and pushed the closet door open very gently, letting it creak all the way open. When it does, she stares at him. He's not armed -- at least not yet. Her mind registers he's also not as big as she initially thought.

"--What do you want?" 

[roleplaysituationsandstuff]

Send one for my muse’s reaction.

[innocentxelle]

"I adore you."

“You are adorable.”

“I’ll protect you with my life.”

“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”

“A storm is coming.”

“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Give me a sign!”

“I want to be your friend.”

“I need you.”

“I hate you!”

“Get over it.”

“That was rude.”

“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”

“You are my enemy.”

“I like when you smile.”

[aintgonnabeyourbitch]

"He’s dead, let’s move on."

      “Hmm,” he nodded.

[aintgonnabeyourbitch]

     “Couldn’t ya say dat b’fore we leave ?”

[innocentxelle]

     “Oops? I kinda’ forgot…”