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Dead Cruise

Ella was in the middle of trying open the food elevator when someone answered her over the radio, it was a guy. "The bar on the second floor, huh?"She said to herself. She knew where that was. The problem was, to get there she had to go through an other restaurant, then a small hallway and then a lobby. But she didn't really have a choice, did she? So, both willigly and a bit hesitantly she curled up in the rather small food elevator, and pressed the botton down before she pull down the door the best she could. The elevator shook slightly as it moved downwards, possible not as much as Ella shook because of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The elevator suddenly stopped, causing it to shook violently one last time. Ella pulled up the door slightly, not more than a few inches. She listened... No sound, at least not near by. Carefully, Ella stepped out of the food elevator. She moved quietly over the white, kitchen floor and then through the dining room of the restaurant. When she reached the lobby, numerous of screams were audible, some nearer than others. A part of her wanted to help them all, but a part of her told her that she couldn't trust anyone. That's when she realized that she had trusted the boy on the radio to go to the bar, this made her stop dead in her tracks in the middle of the lobby. Ella had no idea what the boy's intentions were. Maybe it was a trap. But it was too late to turn back now, and she was too exposed in the lobby to stay there. She had no other choice than to go into the bar, and hope for the best. Ella moved the radio to her mouth as she moved closer to the entrance of the bar; "I'm outside the bar. If this is a trap... I swear to god, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Dead Cruise

Ella pressed her back against the counter in the kitchen she was stuck in. All she wanted was to sink through the ground and disappear, to escape the terrible and aggressive banging on the door, and the screams echoing through the vents that travelled through the ship. She had no idea how many of those people where outside in the restaurant she not so long ago had worked a shift in. So recently, that the blood from one of her colleges, that now adorned her white shirt, hadn't even had time to dry. It had all happened so quickly. It had been so calm and quiet in the absolutely beautiful restaurant, and she had just served a table of four when a young man stood up, grabbing his knife and stabbed Sara in the eye. After that, hell broke loose. Ella soon found herself in the kitchen, all alone. She wasn't really sure how she got there, and she didn't know where the cooks were. Maybe they had gone to get help? Who knew.. What she did know was that she alone, with a bunch of violent people in the next room, desperately trying to get thorugh the doors. Ella crawled to the corner of the counter and looked towards the doors; they won't hold much longer. She must find a new safe place to hide. So, she leaned back again and picked up the crew radio, turning it on. "Hello, this is Ella Jones. I'm in Top Floor's kitchen. It's safe for the moment, but not for much longer. Is anyone there, who can tell me if there are any safe places on this ship?" She spoke, and pushed herself up to her feet. She walked over to another couter and picked up the knife that lied there. The knife felt heavy in her hand as she looked around the room to find a way out. The only thing she found was the food and product elevator. Could that work?

Dead Cruise

I've posted my character, I hope I'm not too late

Dead Cruise

Name: Ella Jones Sex: Female Age: 19 Occupation: Waitress in one of the ship's fancy restaurants Crew or Passenger: Crew Improvised Weapon: none yet (but since she's in a kitchen she will probably end up with a knife or something) Equipment of Note: Crew keys, crew radio, Location: In the kitchen (to the restaurant she working in)

Prison Life

Sydney was soon lead into the dining hall, where it was clear something recently had happened. Sydney rolled her eyes, not understanding why some people had to draw so much attention to themselves. However if the guards' attention was on any other inmate than herself, it would be a lot easier to escape. So, she just shrugged and walked over to the line and took a tray.

When Sydney had food on her tray she scanned the dining hall before she sat down by a table at the far end of the room, giving her a perfect view of it and the inmates. She examined the inmates in the dining hall, trying to get a good picture of what kind of people she would spend some time with until she got out.

Supermodel survival

Kayla's body suddenly felt weightless, like she was flying. She wanted to see what was going on but her eyelids were to heavy for her to open. But she could get herself to parten her lips slightly, trying to say something but the only thing that came out wasn't even a whole word, just a part of one.
"cra-" Her voice was weak, maybe too weak for anyone to hear. Or maybe she didn't actually say anything at all, she wasn't sure. Everything was just one big, blurry mess in her mind.

Ordinary

Name: Ella Jones

Age: 18

Bio/Personality: Ella was a disgrace to her parents, who both were supernatural, they didn't not understand what they possible could have done to deserve a normal daughter. However, when they realised Ella was normal, it was too late to get rid of her. Instead she was treated like shit and when she couldn't take it anymore, she ran away. She has since that day, wandered around, constantly in fear of what the supernatural might do to her, but has also become a very strong, independent young girl who can take care of herself. However, her parents raised her well, and she is very kind-hearted.

Supermodel survival

There was a irritating and constant beeping sound in Kayla's ears and even though her eyes were closed and she couldn't feel her body, she felt how everything was spinning. Somewhere in the distant she could hear the dull of of voices, and a small part of her recognized one of them but she didn't remember from where. Suddenly her body jerked slightly upwards as she coughed, a thick liquid coming out of her mouth, before her body was slammed against the ground again.

Supermodel survival

A scream left Kayla's mouth, as panic rushed through her body. The plane was going down, and it was going fast. The water getting closer and closer with every seconds. But instead of crashing into the ocean, it hit the ground, throwing Kayla forward. Darkness.

Supermodel survival

Name: Kayla Smith
Age: 19
Personality: Kind // Friendly // Generous // Determined //