Always. Puffing out her cheeks, Ellie began to move around the place, spotting a back door and meandering over to it. She thought to fight him on the issue, to try and get the guy to sit down, at least. Joel was a hardy guy, obviously used to a life of physical activity, but he was still pushing fifty (right?) and needed to take a breather like the rest of humanity.
Or, what was left of it.
Ellie pushed through the door into the back room, letting it flap shut behind her. There wasn't much: a desk with some old papers, a phone, two chairs, a shelf with almost nothing on it. Whistling, the girl bent down to rummage through the drawers, coming up with a pair of scissors. When she straightened, she had to admit there was no generator in the back office and headed back into the arcade.
"Find anything?" she asked, but as she did, her eyes fell on another closet on the wall opposite marked 'Utilities' in faded gold letters.
"Ah-ha..." Ellie set the scissors on the counter for Joel to stow away and moved across the room. No, it didn't matter if she got to play the game; maybe she could be naive, but she'd learned a lot about realism in the past year, especially lately. If they didn't find it, it'd be too bad, but they'd move on. ... That didn't mean she wouldn't try, though. After everything Riley had done to give her the experience...
Maybe it was better that she not get to play the real thing, so she could keep that memory as vivid as possible.
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Always. Puffing out her cheeks, Ellie began to move around the place, spotting a back door and meandering over to it. She thought to fight him on the issue, to try and get the guy to sit down, at least. Joel was a hardy guy, obviously used to a life of physical activity, but he was still pushing fifty (right?) and needed to take a breather like the rest of humanity.
Or, what was left of it.
Ellie pushed through the door into the back room, letting it flap shut behind her. There wasn't much: a desk with some old papers, a phone, two chairs, a shelf with almost nothing on it. Whistling, the girl bent down to rummage through the drawers, coming up with a pair of scissors. When she straightened, she had to admit there was no generator in the back office and headed back into the arcade.
"Find anything?" she asked, but as she did, her eyes fell on another closet on the wall opposite marked 'Utilities' in faded gold letters.
"Ah-ha..." Ellie set the scissors on the counter for Joel to stow away and moved across the room. No, it didn't matter if she got to play the game; maybe she could be naive, but she'd learned a lot about realism in the past year, especially lately. If they didn't find it, it'd be too bad, but they'd move on. ... That didn't mean she wouldn't try, though. After everything Riley had done to give her the experience...
Maybe it was better that she not get to play the real thing, so she could keep that memory as vivid as possible.