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Eloise O malley

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summer’s gone, now winter’s on its way || open

nicanderson‌:

Nicolas continued to play, eyes closed, wanting to block out all of his senses that wouldn’t help him experience the music fully. Swaying to the tune he was pulling from the violin, keeping it in time with the song flowing from his headphones. His parents had wanted him to take lessons, but it had never taken off like they had hoped. He played the full nine minute song, letting the music animate his body; his elbow jabbing back and forth rapidly for a while as he dragged the bow along the strings, before taking shorter movements for the quieter part of the concerto. He finished with a big sigh, dropping both hands to his sides, holding the neck of the violin in his left, and the bow lazily with his right. He opened his eyes and turned to see a girl on the floor working on something. “Oh!” he pulled an earbud out of his ear and let it dangle down his chest, the other playing Spring. “Hi,” Nico laughed, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

Ellie had always liked to work to music, and this was a nice change to constantly flicking through songs on her ipod. She slipped her shoe on to measure where her ribbons felt correct and pinned them in place. Sewing was the least fun part of her ritual, and she liked to get it all over with as quick as possible. Just as she was finishing off her second shoe, she heard the guy talk. Eloise hadn’t noticed that the music had stopped, she’d been too focused. “Oh, hey. Sorry, that was pretty.”

summer’s gone, now winter’s on its way || open

Nicholas had found the music room a couple days ago, and was pleased to see they had a violin. He was still waiting for a few of his things to come from home, his instruments being a large percentage of that. As he usually did, Nico plugged his ipod into his ears, and played a track from Vivaldi, closing his eyes and picturing wear he needed to prop his fingers and angle his bow to play what was pouring into his head. After a moment, he brought the violin to his chin and began to play Winter from the Four Seasons, one of his favorite Vivaldi pieces. He was so caught up in it all, that he didn’t notice someone enter the room.

Eloise held her brand new point shoes in her hand, she’d just taken some supplies from the home economics to get them all prepared. It was one of her favourite things to do, so it didn’t matter much that they wore out so quickly. She was intending to work in her room, or the dance studio if it was free, but she’d heard some music as she walked through the hall. She found the door, hovered in the hallway for a little bit, and when he didn’t seem to notice, just walked in and sat down on the floor, laying out her tools, shoes and ribbons.

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

“Exactly,” Blake shook his head, slightly amused by the fact that they were stuck with the assignment anyway. It’d give him a reason to hang out with Eloise though; not that Hook was bad at worming his way into peoples’ lives. “The one the school’s putting on? Yeah, thought it might be fun. You?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Definitely.” She nodded, pulling the doll up and instinctively holding it on her waist like a mother. “But I don’t know what costume yet. I hate picking costumes.” Do you go scary or sexy? A tv character? It was a school party so how many people would actually make an effort. “Are you dressing up?”

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

“Yeah, exactly! Must be a scare tactic for the younger kids. Doing it in our class is just stupid; some people our age are married with real babies already.” He could see how it might scare fifteen year olds into holding off, but not with twenty year olds. Blake finished his cig and toed it into the path as they walked along, and veered off towards Golden Hall.

“If they want to scare the younger kids they should give the assignment to the younger kids, not waste our time.” She turned the corner alongside him, pulling her phone out for a second to check a text but it was only from her mother and she ignored it for now. “You gonna go to that halloween party?” She couldn’t imagine him dressing up, he was “too cool” for it.

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake shrugged; he didn’t need to get into it more than that his father was the one that named the ship and not himself. He would’ve gone with something a little darker perhaps, not including the word ‘jolly’ in its fearsome name. “It can sleep on the bed in my room, I don’t use it.” He commented, not minding keeping it in his dorm, at least for one of the nights. “It’s just a doll, how much could it possibly need?” Blake wondered aloud, taking another drag and steering them towards his dorm.

“You’re such a good father.” She teased, lifting it up to have a good look at it. “It can’t be that hard.” Sure she’d heard people complain about kids, and complain about this whole exercise, but she didn’t entirely believe it. “I don’t think this will work, none of the people in that class are suddenly going to stop fucking around because someone’s given them a doll.”

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake flicked the lighter and lit up, taking in the first drag like he’d been without it for a whole week, when in reality it’d only been about an hour. “I didn’t name the bloody thing, my dad did. The Jolly Roger. You know, like the flag,” he explained, flicking his ash away from them. He gave a short breathed laugh at her last comment before taking another drag. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He replied curtly, not wanting to get into every sordid detail, and every bit of agony his dad had put him through.

Ellie laughed and shrugged her shoulders, head tipping to the side to say that she had no idea what she was talking about. “Don’t know what you’re on about.” And by the way he seemed to hate it she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, because the mood seemed to have dropped. “So what are we gonna do about this stupid doll?”

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

“You should get one,” Blake chuckled; he didn’t know much about party boats like a yacht, but the ocean was always a good idea. “Paris? There’s much more in Paris than there is on the Roger,” he commented. “You can walk the whole ship in thirty minutes; Paris, I assume, takes a bit longer, and has more culture than a brood of pirates,” he added, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a lighter and cigarette. “You mind?” he asked, swiveling slightly to hand the doll to her, it’s head pressed between his chest and elbow.

“Maybe I will. You can steer for me, hubby.” She laughed to herself, then raised her brows at him. “You named your ship Roger? Jeez, you’ll be telling me to name mine Gerald or something.” She took the doll from him and shrugged. “Go ahead.” Eloise swung the doll by it’s foot, forgetting she was meant to treat it like a real child. “Everyone thinks where they grew up is the worst place to be.”

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake chuckled when she said she wasn’t sure why she’d asked. The school ranged from fourteen year old kids to mid twenties; it was nice to know people your own age he supposed. “Erm, Ireland I guess? My mum was at least. I grew up at sea,” he replied. He’d found saying he was from Neverland caused people to either roll their eyes thinking he was taking the piss, or to ask him questions about Peter, both things that caused his blood to boil. “You?” He asked, though he was pretty sure that was a soft, French lilt on her tongue.

“At sea? God, that sounds nice. I wish I had a yacht, sail around on the sparkly blue.” Maybe that’s what she should do with her inheritance, buy a boat and live on that. She could set up somewhere sunny and never let summer end. It sounded like a dream. “Paris, less interesting than a boat.”

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake cracked a crooked grin and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “Eh,” he uttered, not quite sure how to answer. To say some huge number didn’t seem like the best course of action, and either way, he’d been around so long that he couldn’t even remember his actual age. “Twenty two,” he decided on, as that was the age he’d told the school when they got him situated with an ID. Should’ve said older; then maybe they wouldn’t have made him stay. “What about you?”

Ellie nodded along, pleased that he was actually as old as he looked. She didn’t like the idea of hanging out with people so much younger to her, she wasn’t sure why. “I’m twenty one. Guess that explains being in the same class.” She commented, because it was fairly obvious they had to be similar ages. “I don’t know why I asked that. Where are you from?”

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake groaned and threw his hands up. “Ooh, you caught me,” he started to say, and nearly dropped the doll. He cursed and flailed slightly, trying to catch it mid air. He bounced it off his hands twice before catching it by the feet. “I’m really not the parent type,” he chuckled, sitting it up right. “But I wouldn’t do that to ya,” he added to dissuade any fears.

Eloise looked shocked, but she quickly remembered it was a toy and not a real baby. Maybe she was getting too into this, she thought. “I had a hunch.” She commented, nothing about him said responsible. Very little about him said trustworthy. “Yeah, sure you wouldn’t.” She said playfully, even though she still had her doubts about him. “How old are you?” He looked around her age, but she had a weird thing around this place, after accidentally making out with a sixteen year old that looked like he was older than she was.

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake sighed. He was used to life on the open sea, with no one (save his father) to tell him what to do; it was a life he’d gotten used to, and one he hadn’t wanted to leave behind quite yet. Sure, he’d like to one day have a ship of his own away from his father’s tyranny, but school? That was not something in his five year plan. “I’ve got some rum stashed in my dorm. You like rum?” Blake asked, cocking a brow.

Eloise opened her mouth to speak but paused, taking a moment before she nodded. “Yeah I like rum.” She’d been avoiding drugs, and she was doing really well at it. The idea of alcohol maed her think, but she’d never had an issue with alcohol, and it wasn’t something that led to drugs, so why hold back? “So are you thinking if you get me drunk I’ll do this whole project for you?

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake chuckled at her adlib, and walked through the classroom door. He grinned down at the blonde as she caught up. “Yeah well, getting a little stuffy in that classroom if you ask me,” he commented. They’d told him he had to go to his classes; never told him he had to stay for the whole thing. “You drink?” He asked, heading down the long hall, freedom drawing closer as they neared the glass doors to the outside.

She couldn’t quite believe that she’d gone along with it, just walking out of class, but it came with a rush and Eloise liked that. It was like a non artificial high. “I feel like you’re exaggerating, it’s not that bad.” She never thought so anyway, it was a resort practically, so what if there was a few classes. “Yeah, why, what’ve you got in mind, hubby.”

#this is shit and took like two hours #Blake Hook

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook‌:

Blake shrugged, tapping his fingers on the desk. “My sister’s probably around. Worst case scenario, we just take the little monster with us. Like this,” Hook stood up, chair grating across the linoleum, picked up the doll and tucked it under his arm haphazardly. Their teacher looked up, a frown of confusion on their face, as Blake patted Eloise’s arm in a ‘follow me’ manner. “We’ve got to go get this thing baptized,” he explained, heading for the door.

“Mm, your sister,” She groaned, “She’s always disliked me you know.” She played along, pulling on a loose string on the hem of her shirt. Eloise’s eyes widened at the brazenness of him just standing, nudging her and leaving. “Shit,” She laughed, still uncertain, but she leaned down to grab her bag and followed him out despite the protests from the teacher. “That was bold.” She said as she caught up to him.

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook:

Blake laughed as she did and leaned back in his seat a bit, their initial meeting fading into the background. Forgetting for a moment that they were in class, he tapped his pencil on the desk top and glanced at it and then back to her. “Want to get out of here? We could hire a sitter for the night,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows at her.

Eloise raised her brows back at him, tutting in amusement. “I don’t know how easy getting a sitter’s going to be tonight. There’s been a sudden rush of kids in the area.” She commented, but she was more focused on how they were supposed to walk out of a classroom with their stupid baby. “Unless you’ve got someone in mind?”

sapphireflutterby

she got jumper cable lips || open

sapphireflutterby:

Veronica scanned the room, eyes not focusing properly as she did so. Across the room, and through the noise and lights, she spotted a curly haired guy leaning against the back wall. Extending her arm and pointing quite conspicuously at him, Ronnie nodded to Eloise. “Him! He looks like fun,” she giggled, dropping her arm to her waist. It was just then that the guy shoved another guy and started a fist fight that was broken up by a security guard. “Quick, let’s follow!” She said quick and loud, grabbing Ellie by the arm and starting to pull her through the throng of partiers to follow the guard leading the boys out.

Eloise whipped her head around, looking for this boy that Ronnie was pointing out. “Does he?” She asked, only finding him when she was being pulled towards him. “Doesn’t he go to school with us?” She asked, squinting her eyes but it didn’t help, there was too many people between and the lights only hit his face every couple of seconds. “I think I know him already Ronnie..”

#veronica chrysalis

sapphireflutterby

she got jumper cable lips || open

sapphireflutterby:

“I wonder if he’d come meet us,” Ronnie thought aloud, pulling out her phone and shakily trying to text him. It came out ‘comb club xx x’ and, not even sending it, she pocketed it and grinned sneakily, like he’d know what that meant and would show up immediately. “Let’s find you someone,” she murmured, looking around the club intently, her vision doubling in the flashing lights.

“What?” Ellie yelled back, not hearing her over the music but not caring enough to ask again when Ronnie started texting. She leaned over the bar and grinned at the bartender, waving him over to get her a drink. “Something strong.” She told him, pulling a note from her bra and handing it over to him when he gave her something clear. “Hm? For what?” She asked Veronica when her attention was pulled away from the guy, then suddenly remembered. “Oh! Yeah, someone hot. Someone that looks like they’d be great in bed.”

#veronica chrysalis

they gave us armbands made of concrete || eloise and blake

sleazyhook:

It took Blake a second to realize what she was doing, and his frown turned into an amused smirk for a moment before taking up the game. “Jesus, one’ve us has got to make a living! You’re at home all day, can’t you rest when he sleeps?” He asked, purposely sounding off as the ignorant husband. “Think I’m not exhausted when I get home too? Six days a week I’m in that office, and what do I get when I come home? Nag, nag, nag,” he rolled his eyes and huffed, before laughing and pulling the doll closer by the leg. “Are we even sure he’s mine?” He asked, propping up the very dark skinned bot.

Eloise held down her smirk, then rolled her eyes to carry it all on. “I would be more than happy to go back to work if you’d like to stay at home. I’m sure you’d love it considering you think I just sit around all day while he sleeps.” She crossed her arms and sighing at him. “Yeah, you come home, expect me to make you dinner and get you a beer, and then you expect sex when I’ve had a baby screaming in my ear for hours.” She dropped her mouth agape in faux surprise, shaking her head. “How dare you question that! Of course he’s yours!” She started to giggle after that, letting her eyes wander to the baby that was far too dark skinned for either of them to be the parents.

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