i am, i am, i am

Eleanor. 31. Made in perfect loveliness.

[jackdanvers]

“Believe me, ma’am, you haven’t. But let me give you the long story short– We had to part ways. It sucks.” Raises an eyebrow. “Ma’am, I wanna apologize to you, and to your mother, but ain’t that a big load of bullshit.” Lets out a laugh. “This ain’t the 50s. A marriage is a partnership. Y’all have got to support each other, equally.” Makes a face. “Sorry, it ain’t my place to be sayin’ those things.”

[eleanorprescott]

“Mutual divorce? I swear to lord those are the worst types by far. When it gets to a point where you know it’s just not gonna work anymore and you have to amicably accept it. Painful.” Forces a laugh out, shaking her head. “I’m right there with you on that, but I dunno-- some people have different ideas I suppose.” Waves her hand. “Please don’t be sorry, I’m the one basically dumping my marital problems on your lap.”

[tessaeames]

“Gee, princess, I’m sure it wouldn’t be the end of the world”

[eleanorprescott]

“I beg to differ, little one. It would absolutely be the end of the world if my feet lose their baby softness.”

[cam-weber]

“You still look beautiful if that’s any consolation?”

[eleanorprescott]

“Aren’t you charming? What’s your name, dimples?”

[jackdanvers]

“Uh– Long story. Can’t let ya husband force ya to do things, ma’am. That ain’t love.”

[eleanorprescott]

“I’ve got time.” She smiled her beautiful Blake Lively smile, before continuing. “It’s funny you should say that because most people I know would disagree. My mom fully believes that a woman’s job is to strictly fulfill her wifely duties, meaning doing anything their husband wants.”

[jackdanvers]

“I did, once. Well you’ll have to excuse me then, ma’am, but I don’t get it. How did marriage end your dream?”

[eleanorprescott]

“Divorce? You really don’t want to get me started on that because once I begin I won’t end. But let’s just say it all started when he forced me to move here.”

[jackdanvers]

“Not all marriages. You have kids, ma’am?”

[eleanorprescott]

“Do you have a good one? And nope, no little kiddies for us yet. Maybe one day.”

[jackdanvers]

“Stop me anytime if I start crossing lines, ma’am, but–  Why? What happened?”

[eleanorprescott]

“Marriage. It sucks the life straight out of you!”

[david--gordon]

Joan nodded while quietly looking the girl over, “Are you actually from here?” Joan searched her middle console pulling out an old bag of potato chips and a pack of cigarettes in the process. 

[eleanorprescott]

“Of course! I mean, I wasn’t born here, but I’ve been here for the past three years.” she smiled, before continuing. “What about yourself, honey?”

[jackdanvers]

“Well, ma’am, I’d say that’s definitely one way to put it. –Why? You havin’ trouble keeping up with yours?”

[eleanorprescott]

“This is going to sound beyond depressing, so prepare yourself accordingly-- my dreams died before they even began.”

[david--gordon]

“…gross.” Joan walked over to her truck and climbed into the drivers side, leaning over the passengers to unlock the door. “Where to blondie?” 

[eleanorprescott]

Climbing into the vehicle, Eleanor looked around-- the girl obviously wasn’t lying about how messy it was. “The nearest service stop, please. I tried calling for a tow truck, but apparently they closed hours ago and don’t believe in saving a helpless damsel.”

[tessaeames]

“The later sound like so much more fun to witness. But I guess I could take you up… for a small fee tho, gas isn’t free ya kno”

[eleanorprescott]

“Fun to witness? It would be completely tragic! Not even ten pedicures could help what this awful road would do to my poor toesies.”

[jackdanvers]

“Well, ma’am, these kids– they’ve got thick skin. And they won’t give up so easily of their dream.”

[eleanorprescott]

“That’s kind of inspirational, don’t you think? Maybe they can give me some tips on how to keep a hold of your dreams.”

[david--gordon]

“uhhh…” Joan glanced around nervously not sure if the blonde was actually talking to her. “Sure…if you don’t mind the fact that my truck smells like old fast food and pringles.” 

[eleanorprescott]

“No problem whatsoever, honey. As long as I can get out of this hot sun before I turn into an over ripe tomato.”

[cam-weber]

“Uh- not at all, has to be good karma points for helping out a damsel in distress.”

[eleanorprescott]

“Bless your adorable heart! I feel like I’ve been stuck out here for hours and my make up damn near melted off my face. So, you’ll have to excuse me for how awful I look.”

[jackdanvers]

“But ma’am, how will they get better if I go easy on them?”

[eleanorprescott]

“Let me just say-- if I were being punched in the face on a daily basis, I’d completely give up any dreams I had of being a boxer. Nope. No thank you.”

[jackdanvers]

“I’m faster than them”

[eleanorprescott]

“Poor little babies. Don’t you believe in going easy on them?”

[jackdanvers]

“Around my size? Some taller, some shorter. But I can assure you, ma’am, they’re all just as built.”

[eleanorprescott]

“If that’s so, then how come you aren’t covered in your own blood?”