(alright, let's get started on that big post.)
Eleanor sighed. She looked around the room, feeling pressed by all the injuries, the deaths... She needed some fresh air. Grabbing her jacket and putting on some shoes, she walked out into the fresh night air. She closed her eyes, enjoying the slightly more quiet and cool atmosphere. After some indecision, she walked down the stairs towards the woods. A small walk would do her good. Her wound pricked, but she didn't pay attention to it. Soon she was at the edge of the forest. She let her hand trace along the trunks, enjoying the life in them. Although, that might not last.