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@prkh asked: stands in his bedroom doorway, whips n naenaes & leaves in silence.

The look on his face is uncharacteristically...BLANK. Seemingly unperturbed by the whole thing — but anyone who knows Elliott would know it's quite the opposite...

His gaze remained LOCKED onto the now empty doorway for a moment, as if Ramya was still standing there; eventually, slowly, drifting back to the holopad that sat in his lap.

— he's gotta get his door fixed. ASAP.

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Fuck

"You — what...?"

He just couldn't gloss over such a statement coming from HOUND of all people. It not only caught him off guard, but almost had him...worried, in a way? Mainly about the possibility of Hound maybe spending TOO MUCH time around Elliott...

"Are you like, ALLOWED to say...that...? That feels illegal...almost..."

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     @voltaage​ asked:            ↪ Quotes from things I’ve written “Your advice is to lie?”

     “LIE? No! No, of course not, I didn’t say —...lie, is just such...a bad way of putting it...” he trails off into a mumble, busying his hands with something — ANYTHING behind the bar, because, the more he thought about it, the more he realized, that is exactly what he was telling Natalie to do...

          — just in different words.

     It was hard sometimes, being everyone’s favorite, consolable bartender. It was tough enough coming up with solutions to his OWN problems, much less every other legend’s broken friendships, unkept promises and...supposedly irreplaceable personal belongings...

     “Look, all I’m saying is, the guy doesn’t even know you were in there in the first place — just play it off! When has NOT KNOWING something ever hurt anybody...?”

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     @landawariar​ asked:            ↪ more misc memes

“ hush, i’m trying to kiss you.  ”

          He was just happy that they’d decided to finally TALK to him again...

                    — it might’ve only been over the course of an hour or so, but a cold shoulder from HOUND can easily feel like days.

     But Elliott gets it. If he’d been losing round after round of MULTIPLE different card games to the same person for five years, all because they didn’t tell him they could see his hand in the reflection of his goggles, he’d be pretty upset too — but, once you hit that two year mark, there’s not really any going back. He was planning on going the mile with it — all RUINED, thanks to Walter...

     The GUILT has been eating him up ever since the incident, before dinner; it’s why his smile is still so sheepish even though they appear to have accepted his innumerable amount of jumbled, inarticulate apologies.

          “Wait — REALLY? Does that mean you’re, like...not mad at me anymore?”

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     @royalgore​ asked:

"Are you looking especially handsome today, or is it just me?" -- from ya boi elliott

          “Oh, don’t worry — it’s just ME.”

     It’s said with confidence, a knowing grin wide on his face even as he turned away. “Look, I need your opinion...” he starts, heading towards his bed that’s covered with a MOUND of clothes. It’s obvious that he’s been at this for a while now, and that look of confidence is starting to fade as his eyes scan back over the mess he’d made out of it all. It took him HOURS — but he thankfully was able to decide on an outfit...for the most part. It was the little things he couldn’t make up his mind on — the color of his shoes, if he should tie his hair back or not — things like this could make or break a first date! At least that’s what he —

          ...wait — this...this is a date, right? I mean...it IS dinner...but — it’s at the LOUNGE...and the word date was never actually said. But we’ll be alone though, so...? Doesn’t that still count? Or...is this just another friends thing...? Yeesh...imagine showing up to a friend thing in a WAISTCOAT — that’d be embarrassing...

                    — but what if I take it off and it ISN’T a friend thing...? That’d be even MORE embarrassing!

     He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm the sudden onset of nerves before reaching for an item on the bed and turning back around to face the other. “I need your professional opinion here because I can’t afford to screw this one up, one-hundred percent serious — tie or no tie...?”

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     @holospeedstr​ asked:           ↪ Quotes from things I’ve written

“You’ve been anxious ever since you got that phone call - what happened? Who was it?” - Octane

     While Elliott was HOPING the other wouldn’t notice, he knew it’d be damn near impossible for anyone to see past his hundred yard stare, or ignore the anxious bounce to his leg, or overlook the EMPTINESS in his usually chipper voice.

          “I — it’s uh...” nothing...he trails, gaze floating past Octane as if he’s in search of words.

     His mind was in two completely separate places — more so than usual. But jump was in an hour, he either had to FOCUS UP or DROP OUT. Octavio was on his team; Elliott figured that’s probably why he looked him over with such concern just now...

                    — wading in silence probably wasn’t helping his case.

          “It was just my MOM...” he finally sputtered, a shake of his head clearing enough fog to allow the man to elaborate. “I mean — it wasn’t my mom, it was... ABOUT her...”

     He sits up straight after another moment, eyes finally focusing on Octane in an attempt to sell the forced grin now spreading across his face. “But don’t worry, I’m fine...SHE’S —...gonna be fine...everything’s fine.”

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      ✩ — starter                 ↪ @voltaage​

          “Even if it WAS a little funny? You didn’t have to laugh like that!”

     In retrospect? Maybe it was just a tad bit funny...hell, he’d probably be laughing right now too if the incident didn’t also mean he had several LONG nights of repairs to his holo sensors ahead of him. Back on Solace in the King’s Canyon arena, WATER wasn’t really a problem — Talos is clearly a WHOLE NEW WORLD for Elliott...

          And of course, in the rush to pack up after the Repulsor Tower incident, he neglected to grab his replacement set up.

     So there he sat at his desk — tediously prying apart each disk to drain and disassemble before attempting to come up with some sort of way to WATERPROOF the entire system, before his next scheduled match in a few days.

          “That geyser could’ve KILLED ME — and the last thing I would’ve seen is you laughing at me as I fell to my DEATH.”

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     @knucklecluster​ asked:            ↪ 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏-𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 (𝙋𝙏. 1)

" that  darlin'  rascal  ripped  a  fistful  of  my  hair  out  today,  so  if  you  see  a  bald spot, now y'know  why  it's  there. "

     “Oh — Evie? Yeah, she does that...” His smile BEAMS, as a proud father would as he bounces the three-year-old on his hip, despite the circumstances being far from COMMENDABLE.

     Maybe he didn’t hear Walter’s full story, distracted by the four OTHER things he was trying to do while pacing the kitchen, all with only one hand — or perhaps it was because she’s definitely done that before to HIM, and Hound, so it didn’t exactly come as a surprise...

          “If it makes you feel any better, I think she only does it to people she likes! Kind’ve like a...SOUVENIR — so you’ve got that goin’ for ya!”

     She’s squirming now, clearly wanting to be let loose to wreak havoc on anything else they dared to leave within her reach — something he couldn’t risk while he had so much going on already. So instead, she’s fighting him; tugging on clothes, trying to climb up and down, reaching for any and EVERYTHING on the counter — but he’s clearly had quite a bit of practice with this routine, considering how well he was handling it.

          “But I can’t thank you enough, seriously...I know it was last minute, but with the babysitter out of town, I...didn’t really know who else to call. I really owe you one...or, maybe SEVERAL — ”

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     @patentyd​ asked:            ↪ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ( renee/wraith )

     “Oh, c’mon...you — you CAN,” It was hard for him to disagree when his friend had been gone not even two minutes, yet Elliott somehow managed to end up elbow-deep in the well sink behind the bar.

          STUCK elbow-deep, might I add.

                    “ — sometimes, there’s just....CONSEQUENCES.”

     He may or may not have dropped something down there while she was away in the bathroom, and saw it sitting at the bottom of the drain pipe. He also MAY or MAY NOT already have said item in his grasp — he just can’t wiggle his arm back out the same way he got it in...

     “If you’re just gonna stand there, should take a PICTURE — it’ll last longer.” Initially, there’s a laugh and a quick flip of his hair, Elliott wanting to make sure his GOOD SIDE was in plain view. ��O-or, second thought — let’s NOT. Don’t need another picture like that floating around the internet...”

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     @knucklecluster​ asked:            ↪ 50 random starters

“ oh,  no.  i  know  that  look  mate.  i  know  what  that  look  means.  absolutely  not. ”

          LOOK? What look — ?

     Elliott didn’t have a look...at least — not a BAD one...that's just something he’s not capable of. He grabs a hold of one of the bar’s rail mats, carefully pouring it’s contents of spilled and over-poured alcohol into a single shot glass on the counter.

     “C’MON...it’s not that bad!” He’s still pouring as he says it, grin growing wicked as the last drop falls into the small glass. He says it like he’s done it before — which probably comes off as a bit CONCERNING.

     But it’s not the first time he’s proposed this to someone else — in fact, everyone on the lounge’s payroll has sat where Walter’s at right now. It’s just never been an accepted offer before; most just straight up told him NO, one guy walked out and never showed up for his next shift — someone even went as far as reporting him to the Solace Board of Health. That was an...interesting conversation...

                    — regardless, he drops the mat into the well, pushing the now full glass a little closer towards the man.

          “It’s custoo—cus...like a...uh — TRADITION! If you’re gonna be hanging around here on the clock. You know — rite of passage, type...deal, or whatever. Everyone’s done it, all the cool kids are into it — so...BOTTOMS UP!”

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     @prkh​ asked:            ↪ Quotes from things I’ve written “You look like shit”

     “Oh — THANKS...y’know, for that.” Words DRIPPED of sarcasm as Elliott continued to examine and tug at various facial features of his in the mirrored backdrop behind the bar, not even sparing the other a glace as she approached.

     Under normal circumstances? He would consider that useful information. Now? After what just happened not even ten minutes ago? Not so much.

     Not only was Elliott already aware that he LOOKED like shit, that hefty right hook from a rowdy patron made sure that he FELT like shit, too. Why and wherefore, a new note to self scribbled somewhere in his brain: send in the decoy first.

          He finally turns, hands settling to his hips as eyes narrow on the girl questioningly.

     “And where were YOU? During this whole thing? Seems pretty consp —...convi...convenient, showing up when the whole thing’s OVER. Could’ve really used the back-up out there...”

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     @voltaage​ asked:           ↪ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜

          “Wh — no I don’t!”

     “Besides, even if I did — which I DON’T — that doesn’t prove ANYTHING. I wasn’t asleep. I was...just resting my eyes! To make sure I made it through the rest of the movie.”

     Elliott repositions himself on the couch, sitting up nice and straight to aid in selling his little white lie to the girl as he waves off her accusation with a hand. “I still heard the whole thing — even the part where the, uh...the...one lady, with the SNAKE, when she did that thing...” He takes a peek at her in his peripheral vision, trying to get a read without giving away his entire bluff — and he could tell she wasn’t buying it...

          “Tell you what — we’ll scrap this one, let the critics take care of it, and YOU pick the next movie!”

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     @amarcnthiine​ asked:            ↪ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜

          “Yeah, no kidding!”

     Elliott takes a step back as he looks over the other’s work. “You swapped out that traction motor like it was NOTHING — if I didn’t know any better, I’d’ve guessed you’ve been doing this for FIFTY YEARS the way you handled that torque wrench!” There’s a sudden drop in his facial features after a moment of analyzing that last sentence, eyes narrowing in suspicion as hands gravitate to his hips.

     “You...you’re not...FIFTY, right?”

                    — is that rude...? I feel like that’s rude...

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     @afraidofchange​ asked:            ↪ &. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜ ( from Bangalore lmao)

          “REGRET? C’mon...you are looking at the KING, of the aux cord.”

     He’s already scrolling through mile long playlists, that lopsided grin growing wide with ideas. The only thing stopping him from playing the first thing to come to mind being the impending, indefinite SILENCE for the rest of the ride should he screw up this one opportunity.

          “There’s a song for EVERYBODY on Mirage’s Pump Up Jams Volume Four! So tell me — what’s Bangs feelin’ tonight? Punk? Maybe with a little ROCK?”

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     @scorchxr​ asked:            ↪ 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? ”

               Those were all good, VALID questions.

     In his current state — eyes drifting aimlessly through a spinning room as he laid sprawled across the cold floor — Elliott wasn’t sure he could answer ANY of them, but still good and valid...

     “ — does it have to be in a straight line?” Rhetorical, of course; it’s muttered under his breath as he sits upright to brush himself free of all the loose debris that went flying when the grenade went off moments before. “Y’know — maybe you can give a WARNING next time? Possibly even before throwing grenades in your teammate’s direction? Just a thought.”

          Elliott wasn’t mad. Hardly upset even — after all, it’s not like he took any REAL damage from the explosion. Non-emotional damage...it might’ve even been what saved his tail from the duo he was about to run head first into. So really, he probably owed her a THANK YOU —

                    — too bad he’s more worried about whether or not the cameras caught that...

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     @simulamortem​ asked:            ↪ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ it’s rude to stare. ❜

     “WELL, it’s also rude to, y’know...”

          “ — POINT OUT someone’s staring! I wasn’t even looking at you anyway!” — he was. But the sim didn’t need to know that. Elliott’s gaze finally tears away, hands resting atop the pouches on his belt as he rocks a bit nervously from one foot to the other.

     There’s a whole FIFTY-NINE other people in a match and he has to get paired up with this guy? AGAIN — ? His lips purse in thought; the good thing is, if Revenant’s on his team, that means he won’t have to fight AGAINST him...somehow that brought him a little comfort.

               “Geez, and people call me nar — narcissa...ah — SELF-CENTERED.”