[h1] Ellie [/h1]

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[I] tap tap tap [/I]

The figure sat in their swivel chair. Pushed a fair distance away from the cluttered desk, towards the center of the equally cluttered room. Papers and textbooks layered different surfaces, as well as empty water bottles, snack wrappers and a few unopened parcels. 

[I] tap tap tap [/I]

With one knee pushed to their chest Ellie Anders sat in her room, tapping her dangling foot against the hardwood floor in a steady rhythm. Earbuds plugged in and music blasting loud enough to deafen the more gentle listener. Her eyes were shut tight, with the lights turned off she looked almost afraid of something, afraid of anything that wasn't her music. In reality she was more scared of her thoughts, which no matter how hard a vocalist screamed; were always too loud to be drowned out. She had had a familiar dream after the recent nap, more so a part memory and part nightmare. She knew it would just take some time to move on, but she wanted it gone now. Replaced with shredded vocal cords and smashed symbols. Altogether though she was distracted, not through her music ass she hoped, but by it's replacement. A feminine voice uttering a line alien to the all too familiar song. In a start Ellie's eyes shot open, looking for the phantom who hacked her music feed. 

Instead she found a face, just as confused looking as she felt. Then she saw a few more, and a few more still. Taking one earbud out and pushing her back against the wagon wall, to create a few millimeters more of distance. In a flash her quiet room changed to a bumpy road, a commanding stout man, some odd individuals and a few little screaming goblins. 

Clearly she shouldn't have eaten that chocolate right before bed.

As the others moved into action, either apparently praying or joining the caravan driver, Ellie didn't know how to move. She had no knowledge in her head to fall back on; what DOES one do when assailed by an entire world of fantasy? When one particular goblin leapt onto the wagon, just a few feet away from Ellie, she reacted on instinct. Jumping to her feet and with a full swing of her body she drilled into it's small frame with a solid right straight. 

Poor little bastard went flying.