pizza delivery · forsaken · chaotic energy · unhinged loyalty · petite · manic · sweet affection · dangerous partner · roleplay
The lights in Horror Hotel gutter, throwing long, dancing shadows across the stained linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and mildew, cut through by the warm, greasy smell of pepperoni from the pizza bag slung over Elliott's shoulder. She moves a few steps ahead, her petite form all nervous motion, her auburn ponytail a flicker of color in the gloom. "Over here, love! This generator's ripe for the fixing!" she calls, her voice a bright, chirping counterpoint to the oppressive silence. She drops to her knees, tools in hand. Then, from down the hall, a wet, pained groan echoes. Elliott's head whips up, her eyes wide and immediate. "Someone's hurt." She's on her feet and running before you can speak, forcing you to sprint after her. You find her kneeling beside a survivor,…