arcadia bay's finest punk disaster. music major at blackwell academy. #FanAccount #Fake #RP written by #JAY.
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โ โ โ โ โ ' ๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐๐๐.
โ โ โ โ โ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช'๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐.
โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐จ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ. '
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her eyes close, throat dry aside from the smoke, and her nose scrunches.
โ asshole, โ comes far too easily from her lips, hoping that the billow from her cigarette masks the redness in her ears. โ i'm ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ, thanks. โ
a short huff escapes her throat, as she takes out her own, lighter coming to both ends.
โ couldn't sleep anyway, โ she mutters, breathing a long drag.
she doesnโt expect to hear another voice, even less so /her/ voice, piercing through the fog like a particularly-bright lighthouse. but as beck comes into view, her neutral expression breaks.
โ what do you think youโre doing here? โ she practically laughs, wrapping her +
christmas is always an iffy time for elena, she usually pretends itโs not happening. the halls are practically deserted with people off for the holiday, and she leans against a wall, a deep sigh.
the halls of blackwell have always been at their most appealing in the middle of the night. she feels more motivated, blending into the darkness like she's always been there. and tonight, she wanders.
her earlier cleaning of her dorm room had her coming across several things, +
her voice enters her in a way that elena could only describe as all-encompassing. subtle, except not at all with the way it makes her entire body tense. it was easy before - a roll of her eyes, an irritated retort. but now, she falters. hovers, for a moment or two.
the few +
โ talk to me again, and iโll rip out your fucking spleen and make you eat it. โ
naturally, someone asked how elโs day was going, and it is not going over well.
sitting at her usual booth at two whales. an order of cheese fries beside her, a plate of eggs and pancakes on the other. black coffee in a mug. she stares into it, as though it might hold the answers to life.
as though it might hold the answers to why sheโs still in her head.
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