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It's just what it says on the tin, folks. This is for all your PSL needs. Want to continue a PSL? Throw up an idea for a thread.

Want to start one? Throw up an idea for a PSL.

This also extends to the following muses:

Eugene Sims (inFamous: Second Son)

he_who_dwells

Evie Queen (Descendants 1 and 2)

blueberryprincess

Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored 2)

kaldwinning

Julie Grigio (Warm Bodies/Burning World)

grigio

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider/Rise of the Tomb Raider)

belay

Feel free to use pictures for prompt ideas, too!

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From:

upsidedowns

Eleven does not hate the man they brought in. She likes him. He was kind. He made their time together fun, even though she knew why he was there. If she had someone like her there, someone who could do things with their mind like she could, she'd be much more willing to participate in their tests. What is this man in the photo doing? Can you find him? What is he saying?

She would help.

But she wouldn't hurt. She didn't like making people or things hurt, not without reason. So when they told her to hurt the cat who was scared and could probably smell that Death would be soon so it hissed and growled and grew angry...Elle couldn't do it. She knew deep down it was wrong and she just didn't want to hurt the cat.

So, she rips the weird hat off of her head. And Papa does his disappointed sigh and looks at her like she did something wrong. And the men carry her roughly to that small and dark room and she's thrown in, anger filling her and pushing her to get up. Lash out. One man hits the wall and is gone. The other reaches for a taser and Elle twitched her head and then he's gone too.

That lashing out had been sudden. Too sudden her ears and nose are bleeding as the weight of what she'd done hits her, sending her crumbling to the floor.

That was wrong. They were wrong. She was wrong and had only one person that could help her. With a little bit of what energy she had left, a name escapes between the gasps and sobs the girl is wracked with. She wants help. She wants out.

She wants her friend.

"...Harry."

From:

sinnesloschen

At least he's here and can respond to it. Go to her without really thinking about it, and bend down to the ground. "I'm going to pick you up. Hold onto my shoulders, okay?" He's going to try to get her the hell out of here, even though he can hear people coming. Security and, he imagines, her alleged papa.

"It'll be okay, I promise." His abilities may be low-level, but at least one of them will be useful here. He thinks.

From:

upsidedowns

Elevens thin arms wrap around his shoulders and once he has her securely, she lets herself slump. Let's the weight of everything pull her down, the world growing hazy and muted around her. But she's still alert. Still aware. She knows they're in trouble. They won't get far if she doesn't do something.

But she can't think of what. The secure team that rounds the corner is just two men. Two men who stop to look at their fallen coworkers. Their hesitation, that moment of assessing the situation proves to be their downfall and Eleven lashes out. It's a hard telekinetic blow that sends them down the hall, but it's not hard enough to damage them or worse. They land on their backs and slide a few yards down. They'll be up soon.

"Run." Elevens voice is weak and her ears and nose are bleeding more. She can't go on like this much longer.

From:

sinnesloschen

Running is something he can do, albeit a little awkwardly considering he's running while carrying someone. Around a corner, a bit breathlessly and stopping when he hears someone coming from the elevators in a hurry. "Wait."

A directive to her, not to do another telepathic wave just yet. He's assuming she'll actually do it, but who can say? He shifts her to support with one arm while he lifts one hand like it's a gun and concentrates on whoever's coming around the corner. Focuses, because his abilities? Kind of low level without a lot of concentration. "Bang."

And when the security guard, a guy who could definitely stop Harry if not Eleven, comes around the corner he jerks backwards as if shot. There's even blood as if he was shot. Retro-causality. The effect coming before the cause.

That'll be hell to figure out later and mind-melting if he doesn't, but he'll well. Figure it out later. "Where are the cameras?" One more trick he can do to keep things from going sideways as long as possible.

From:

upsidedowns

"Corners. Up high. And above important doors." She means secure doors, doors that require key cards and high level securities. But this is a child who hasn't spoken much to people or been spoken to beyond what people needed to say for the sake of testing. Even Papa spoke to her like she was a baby, though at present she's not entirely able to recognize condescension. Everyone does it.

Except Harry.

It's a long run down the quiet hall. No one has found them yet, but that doesn't mean anything. At the end of the hall is an elevator that Elle knows from experience takes forever to arrive. So they need a delay.

"The Bath." She doesn't want to go in it. She hates it in there. But there are things...sorry, Things inside a rift near there that they could use. "The monsters."

Is Harry catching what she's saying? She's not terribly thrilled with this idea, but it's the best they have.

From:

sinnesloschen

He stops in front of one of the cameras, directly in front of it, before turning his attention to...well, to anyone else it would just look as if he were having a glaring-staring contest with a camera. But he knows that what he's doing is trying to burn a new image into the camera feed. It's difficult, because he usually just uses this power to entertain his sister or Eleven. Occasionally for his minor benefit. But this is important.

Once that's done, he continues on their way. A little winded, but nothing he can't handle. "You're sure?" Genuine concern here. He's seen what happens in The Bath.

From:

upsidedowns

Eleven nods. The Bath is their best bet. She just needs a couple minutes. They won't suspect them of heading there. The security team and lab personnel all think Harry and Eleven are headed to the exits.

"I am sure." She just doesn't like the idea.

From:

sinnesloschen

Thanks to that image burning? For sure. At least until her Papa figures out Harry's using his own power. "All right." So, to The Bath they'll go. He's seen how they get her into it, so it won't be that hard to figure out.