Who: Ellen Harvelle and OTA Where: Walking around the camp. What: Interaction. When: Dusk Rating: TBD? Open: Yes Status: In progress
She felt like a trapped rat in a cage and was growing restless, more pissed off with each passing day. Ellen knew she was welcome to go into the jungle, but she didn’t have any weapons and well, it seemed a little safer to stay within the fence, for now at least. Moving through the tents, disgusted that she was staying in one of them. Not that she wasn’t use to roughing it, she just rather stayed in a car then one of the stupid tents. What she wouldn’t do for her husband, a bed, and good drunk about now. Pushing her brown hair out of her face, she moved into the centric part of the camp, perhaps she’ll sign up to work on the new camp or something, she just needed something to do.