What happened last night? Eleanor had no idea, but she woke up in jail.
"Uugghh..." Eleanor groaned as she sat up on her unamusing bed, head feeling like it weighed a tonne. She swung her long legs over the bed and nearly fell off. Elbows on her knees, shoulders swaying, Eleanor placed a hand on her forehead, wondering if she was going to puke. Her socks were not good at keeping her feet warm from the stone-cold floor. "Well, this sucks..."
There seems to be a correlation between alcohol and EVE… Eleanor thought she could use it to absorb the alcohol in her body. Or so she expected something like that to happen. If consuming alcohol increased EVE, then expelling EVE could decrease alcohol, right? She began draining her EVE, as if to cast Plasmids without actually activating them, like dry firing Plasmids through her skin. Perhaps it would work?
She did not know how long she sat in her cell, but Eleanor occasionally heard walking and talking. Whenever she lied back down, her head felt like it was throbbing and spinning in all directions, as well as her stomach. She wanted to sleep, but could not in this state. She moaned, pressing her face into the rather thin bed of her jail cell.
"I'll never...drink again," Eleanor mumbled into the mattress. I have a feeling I won't keep that promise forever…
Unable to sleep, Eleanor sat up again, head low, hands on her cheeks. She breathed deeply, finding some relief in her headache whenever she inhaled. She smelled...cigarettes? She let her arms drop, and raised her head.
"And look what happened to you..." a familiar, condescending voice remarked.
"Hmm? What?" Eleanor mumbled, rubbing her eyes, then yawning and stretching. A woman and a police officer stood by her cell.
Eleanor tried to stand up. Her big head felt so heavy from dizziness that, when she tried to stand, her head and shoulders remained low. She lost balance, walking into the wall, face sliding down it. Once Eleanor's face finished grinding against stone, she turned her head to see the woman. "Oh, hi Mom."
Mother just shook her head. "When I heard that a British girl caused trouble and went to jail, I knew it was you. Just look at you, Eleanor. I am not surprised where you ended up. I am trying to not believe that my very own daughter is a criminal in jail. I did everything I could to prevent you from becoming like...him... Yet, I see so much of that fake father in you," Mother said in her usual hollow tone. She inhaled a mouthful of smoke.
Eleanor softly chuckled. "I regret nothing." She regained her balance and smiled, still a little drunk from last night. "Except this hangover..." She sat back down.
Mother's head dropped and she facepalmed. "Eleanor..."
The police officer, who was McDonagh, jotted down notes. Eleanor looked at him, noticing he had a black eye and looked haggard. She chuckled again. What did she do to the police officers? She did not remember.
"Your father really screwed you up in the head, didn't he?" Mother spat. Eleanor furrowed her eyebrows but said nothing. "If only you listened to me, your dear mother, your only mother... But no, you rejected your own mother. As would be expected of a tyrant..."
Constable McDonagh placed a hand on her shoulder.
"An' how could ye of tried ta drown yer own ma?" he asked, taking his hand off Sofia.
"She almost killed me by smothering me in my sleep, did she tell you that?" Eleanor asked sternly, though McDonagh did not believe her, Mother unaffected.
"I am the one who ripped myself open giving birth to you, Eleanor!" Mother almost shouted.
"Like you had a choice," Eleanor scoffed. Mother scowled. "Did you choose to have me? You had to have me, didn't you? You should know by now your games won't work. Despite your education, Mother, you...and all the so-called great minds of Rapture...never understood one very simple thing: free will. That's my choice. It always was."
"Ya don't have a choice. Ye sent over two dozen people ta hospital wiht serious injuries, and den ye attacked police officers. Yer stayin' behind bars fer a while," Constable McDonagh said. He noticed Eleanor holding in a chuckle. "Dat's how kids act, but dis'll hit ya hard when ye realize yer situation."
"And I will have to live for the rest of my life knowing that my daughter... My only daughter... Is a criminal. A tyrant. No, she is not my daughter, she is a monster, just like the dead man she admires. If only Sinclair could have been changed first..."
"Monster? Still a hypocrite, woman? But, Mother, you never told me who my biological father was, didn't you? Maybe you were the victim of rape? You do look like someone who would get raped. I'd rather be with a rapist than you," Eleanor acidly spoke, her unexpected rudeness catching Mother off-guard. McDonagh raised his eyebrows. Sofia Lamb puffed her cig and walked away, Eleanor not seeing if she was hurt or angry, or both.
"Ye've got a real snotty attitude, and a worser mouth!" McDonagh snapped. "I've never 'eard anyone talk like dat to d'ere ma. Ye really deserve ta be locked up fer good." He turned to see if Sofia was alright, but it seemed Mother was leaving the jail.
"If you think these bars will stop me..." Eleanor seemingly threatened, but McDonagh chuckled.
"A girl wiht a fantasy. I won't even waste me time talkin' ta ye, I gotta check on de lady who's family betrayed her."
"Oh, don't worry, I'll give you a head start."
She remembered about something, then checked the pocket of her jacket. She pulled out Little Daddy, staring at the small thing. "I will not let your instincts go to waste..." she whispered, then put him back in her pocket.
Constable McDonagh walked down the hall, but he had an odd feeling. As he walked, he turned, noticing Eleanor following close behind. He inhaled and spun around, wondering how the girl escaped her cell. Though, there was no much time to think, for the constable felt himself lift off the floor and turn upside down, hat falling off. He hovered just a few inches from the floor, dumbstruck and confused, arms and legs peddling the air. Eleanor stood before him, leaning forwards with her hands clasped behind her back.
"You know nothing of me, Mr. McDonagh," was all Eleanor said with a snarky smile. Her Plasmids kicked in and slammed the constable against the wall, he only able to briefly shout before losing consciousness. His limp body thumped to the floor.
Eleanor slowly smiled, and heard footfall heading her direction. Another cop came to the scene, having heard the shout, and saw Constable McDonagh on the floor. He immediately grasped his baton, but only saw Eleanor. Surely, there was no way a girl could have overpowered a grown man?
"What de hell happened?" the cop asked, amazed.
"I'm afraid I hurt him," Eleanor honestly answered, the cop giving her a weird look.
"Wait, didn't we lock ya up last night? How did..."
Eleanor shrugged and just walked past him.
"Eh! Don't go anywhere!" the cop ordered, walking after Eleanor and grabbing her shoulder. Eleanor spun around and punched the cop across the head, he and his baton hitting the floor. He lied on his side, stunned physically and mentally. Did a teenage girl just drop him? She kicked him in the head, knocking him out.
Eleanor stepped to the side without further ado. Purple light flashed, rippling around her, and she vanished with it.
Elsewhere, a receptionist sat at her desk at the lobby, taking phone calls and doing paperwork. She noticed Eleanor coming.
"...yeah, I got ta go too, hopefully dis lady is much nicer den de last one who stormed past me. Bye!" the receptionist spoke in the phone, then hung up. "Hello, how can I...help ye?" she asked, but did look a little suspicious, seeing as Eleanor's jacket was a bit ripped and she had socks but no shoes.
"Oh, hi! I'm lookin' for me brother, Cathal Mac Ruaidhrí. Papa says he left jail, right, eh?" Eleanor spoke with her West Irish accent.
"Hm? Oh, ya, yer pa drove him and 'is friends home earlier dis mornin' when dey were released frum jail. Hah-hah, kids bein' kids. But Cathal looked sad, was talkin' about a girl. But I never knew yer pa had a daughter! How's Caoimhe doin'?" the receptionist replied, slightly surprising Eleanor.
"Ohh, noh! Speakin' o' which, I left me oven on at home! Thanks, bye!" Eleanor chirped, then quickly walked out the police station. Outside, she looked around. "Hm, where did Mother go? That woman sure can disappear… No matter. I will have to find the orphanage called Nazareth House, now."
Meanwhile, the receptionist was left with an awkward look, then noticed several policemen running from the hallway.
"Where de hell did she go? We dealin' wiht a ghost 'r what?" one of the policemen remarked.
"A young lady just left the police station," the receptionist said, standing up, and having an idea that this had something to do with the strange girl she just met.
Rushing out the building, the policemen looked around; Eleanor strolled across the parking lot.
"Ey! Stop!"
Eleanor turned her head; a police car parked nearby… She swung her arm, releasing a big fireball that struck the vehicle and exploded. The car burst into flames, the cops skidding to a halt and raising their arms to shield themselves from the heat. The cops had no idea what happened, and hesitated.
"What de hell! A terrorist frum Nort'ern Ireland?"
Some of the cops ran around the billowing smoke to catch Eleanor, but she was nowhere in sight. She left them with nothing but confusion, and a fire to put out!
As passersby noticed smoke and some panic spreading down the streets, purple rippled behind a tree. Eleanor reappeared, making her little getaway.