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- Joined
- Jul 23, 2024
Ellie hadn't always lived in Valentine , she grew up out in Illinois, a very conservative family. 2 brothers, 2 sisters, a mom, a dad, two dogs and 4 acres. A much different scene than she sees on the streets of Valentine every morning. The big city, crime and sin around every corner.
5AM: Her alarm blares uncomfortably besides her bed. Slapping it without looking, the ringing goes quiet. Sitting upright, her blonde hair drapes down her bare chest, covering her pair of Cs just right. Taking a moment to snap back to reality, she yawns before getting up. Wearing only a blue pair of panties, she makes her way to her "wardrobe" aka a table with a few pairs of clothes laid out over it. Picking a black sportsbra, matching leggings, white ankle socks, and gray hoodie she covers herself up. Standing at 5'5, holding steadily at 125lbs.
The streets are cold and damp from the night's rain. After a quick warm up of push-ups, she loosens herself up before making her way around the next few blocks. By the time 7 o clock came and light scatters through the skyscrapers, Ellie was doing one final lap around Cedar Park, a cooldown lap of power walking. After her daily run, streaks of sweat already pressing against her hoodie
At 8 sharp she was already at the gym. Striker. There her day really started...
It wasn't until much later, when her brain was nearly off and all that was on her mind was food and rest, did she finally approach home. Room 108 of a pretty cheap complex, in a semi acceptable neighborhood. Nearly there, she witnessed something that sparked a fire in her. Lightning running through her sore sweaty body.
A girl being mugged, and her attacker making off with her belongings. He dashes down the road. He starts running right towards Ellie who peers from the corner, quickly she hides behind a trash can, carefully timing a kick, knocking it into the assailant. As he trips, his gun falls from his reach and she quickly bends for the lid of the can, using it to strike him as he stumbles to his feet. Dazed and staggered, he attempts to strike Ellie but misses, returning a punishing smack with the lid, he falls once more. After a moment he attempts to flee, leaving behind both his gun, but making away with whatever she had on her. Gathering what he left behind, she tucks his gun into her baggy pocket of her sweater. And returns to the girl who was left a victim of desperate times.
"Hey uh, are you okay?..." she utters hesitantly. "You live on the block? Im Ellie, room 108, and you are...?" She says with a smile, raising her hand
5AM: Her alarm blares uncomfortably besides her bed. Slapping it without looking, the ringing goes quiet. Sitting upright, her blonde hair drapes down her bare chest, covering her pair of Cs just right. Taking a moment to snap back to reality, she yawns before getting up. Wearing only a blue pair of panties, she makes her way to her "wardrobe" aka a table with a few pairs of clothes laid out over it. Picking a black sportsbra, matching leggings, white ankle socks, and gray hoodie she covers herself up. Standing at 5'5, holding steadily at 125lbs.
The streets are cold and damp from the night's rain. After a quick warm up of push-ups, she loosens herself up before making her way around the next few blocks. By the time 7 o clock came and light scatters through the skyscrapers, Ellie was doing one final lap around Cedar Park, a cooldown lap of power walking. After her daily run, streaks of sweat already pressing against her hoodie
At 8 sharp she was already at the gym. Striker. There her day really started...
It wasn't until much later, when her brain was nearly off and all that was on her mind was food and rest, did she finally approach home. Room 108 of a pretty cheap complex, in a semi acceptable neighborhood. Nearly there, she witnessed something that sparked a fire in her. Lightning running through her sore sweaty body.
A girl being mugged, and her attacker making off with her belongings. He dashes down the road. He starts running right towards Ellie who peers from the corner, quickly she hides behind a trash can, carefully timing a kick, knocking it into the assailant. As he trips, his gun falls from his reach and she quickly bends for the lid of the can, using it to strike him as he stumbles to his feet. Dazed and staggered, he attempts to strike Ellie but misses, returning a punishing smack with the lid, he falls once more. After a moment he attempts to flee, leaving behind both his gun, but making away with whatever she had on her. Gathering what he left behind, she tucks his gun into her baggy pocket of her sweater. And returns to the girl who was left a victim of desperate times.
"Hey uh, are you okay?..." she utters hesitantly. "You live on the block? Im Ellie, room 108, and you are...?" She says with a smile, raising her hand