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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]At long last, Eleanor had found herself a room that she actually wanted to reside in. It was pretty empty apart from a metal-framed bed and a white chest of drawers forged from wood, but it was nice. It had a sterile white atmosphere that Ellie figured she'd get used to in due time. Plus, she was sure that if she dug around enough she could find some posters or something that'd make it more homely. Or she could just paint the walls. Either one would work, to be honest.


    She decided to start off by recreating that tree mural she had painted earlier on the wall beside the small window. Soon enough, the painting was done and she was just waiting for it to dry. One of the only bad parts of painting was the fact that she always got it matted into her dark-blonde fur, so now she had pink and green paint dotting bits of her fur.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]Holy shit, that was the leader right? "Um.. nothin' much. Just painting a wall. Again," she said, smiling. She turned to Clarity, waved and then turned to Luke. "Probably nothing, but I don't know yet."

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]self-harm tw, suicide tw + 188 words


    Eleanor had been told from the age of five that she was unable. Unable to speak without stuttering, to look at someone she loved without having a panic attack. It had affected her so badly sometimes that she had resorted to locking herself in her room (this was mostly when she was younger) or even self-harm (this was prominent since she was twelve).


    Every day, she had written down her feelings inside a crappy notepad she'd bought from the supermarket. She listened to songs that reflected her feelings so then she could be comforted by the thought that she wasn't the only person who felt that way. As well as that, she regularly attended a support group. The fact that the ten of them could have nothing in common and could still share their darkest secrets and thoughts was so beautiful.


    To know that all of those people had gone home from that last support group session after the therapist died from a stroke and still killed themselves shocked Eleanor.


    And to remember that she was one of them?


    It left her unable to breathe.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]can i also reserve feeling?
    so that'd be feeling, unable (which is done!) and breathe for ellie

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]fluke_ftw logged on


    fluke_ftw FLUKE IS REAL FITE ME
    fluke_ftw luke can u pls send ur pizza to me through email or something i beg u
    fluke_ftw flo why have pizza rolls when u could have pizza

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]fluke_ftw flo don't lie
    fluke_ftw fluke is realer than my love for nando's
    fluke_ftw cal if u bash the keyboard over his motherfuckin head i'm sure it'll get clean quicker lmao
    fluke_ftw but seriously luke at least use a napkin or something to make sure u don't get crumbs on the keyboard b/c that's gross

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]fluke_ftw FLO WTF LOOK AT LUKE FOR A SECOND
    fluke_ftw GO ON
    fluke_ftw ANALYSE THAT SHIT. HIS EYES ARE GORGEOUS. HES TALLER THAN MY DAD AND THATS SAYING SLMETHING. ALSO HOS HAIR IS GREAT

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]fluke_ftw yeah but puberty worked its magic on fetus luke and now look at him
    fluke_ftw 6' 4'' (not including the height of his hair) and he's only a baby still
    fluke_ftw oh yeah does anyone have food that they can send me
    fluke_ftw i'm home alone with no food
    fluke_ftw and my grandma doesn't even care b/c she lives in a different country

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]So let's be honest, Eleanor hated any supernatural stuff. She'd done the Charlie Charlie challenge when she was home on her own and nearly shat a fucking brick because the pencil moved half a milimetre. She saw the IM on her phone and sighed. Ah, what the heck.


    fluke_ftw on my way loser


    She walked over to Flo's house since she hadn't passed her drivers test and her parents weren't home. "FLORENCE, LET ME IN. I WANNA FUCK WITH SOME SUPERNATURAL SHIT." Ellie yelled when she knocked on the door.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height:95%; font-family: georgia;][justify]fluke_ftw yEs gimme the taco
    fluke_ftw i have a picture of luke's yearbook photo but i'm too lazy to attach
    fluke_ftw plus i'll save luke the pain
    fluke_ftw YOU GUYS DONT EVEN HAVE PICTURES OF ME B/C I DONT EVEN GO OUTSIDE LOL