Eleanor Foster

21 | Witch | Fire and Ice Roleplay

[nellfoster]

Lily x Nell starter

@thelilblacksheep​

Nothing in Nell’s life had ever been secure and stable. If she made one mistake it just became a slippery slope to her downfall. She always had to work harder to gain even an inkling of appreciation from her parents. Now they had moved to Falls Church specifically for Nell to find out about her past. It only added to the pressure. Because if her quest to find out more about her birth parents wasn’t successful she knew that the blame of them uprooting their lives would fall onto her. Thankfully it wasn’t a complete failure yet. Something she’d come to learn was that her birth mother was apparently well known around the town. Or at least to certain people she was. Being leaded to a local bar that she often frequented Nell managed to talk herself into a job as a bartender. She was under probation but she was holding a good standing. Mixing drinks wasn’t that difficult and dealing with drunks gave her an outlet for her outlet at being able to cut them off and throw them out. 

The young brunette had just finished her break, coming back to relieve the other bartender. The apron they tried to get the bartender’s to wear was ridiculous. She wasn’t a waitress, so she simply refused to wear it. It wasn’t like she was carrying around a pen or paper. If people wanted a drink they came up to the bar to get it anyway. While everyone seemed settled for a moment Nell started to clean some of the glasses. It wasn’t long after that a newcomer came up to the bar. Resting the towel over her shoulder she walked up to the girl and offered a smile. “What can I get for you?” she questioned, her brown hues studying the girl momentarily. 

[thelilblacksheep]

Lily hadn’t quite gotten the courage to actually find her siblings and confront them. There was a part of her that was angry that she had to be the one to apologize to them and ask them to let her back into there lives. It wasn’t even like she had done anything to them other than be alive. If it wasn’t for the fact that her father had wanted things between her and her siblings to be good instead of what it was now she wouldn’t even bother with it. Lily suspected that he felt guilty that he never realized what it was like for her to stay with them when he didn’t have her. That Brett had found a way to make her life miserable while her own mother wouldn’t even look at her. Then there were her siblings who blamed her for their parents fighting because her father wasn’t Brett which meant she was the odd one out. Lily knew that eventually she would have to make the effort to at least get to know them better and try to fix some of what happened.

Despite knowing that she would have to interact with her siblings she had decided that tonight wasn’t going to be that night. No, there was somewhere else she had to go, but she wasn’t ready for that without some liquid courage. Lily was kind of glad that so far no one had recognized her in this town, to be fair no one had seen her here since she was fourteen. When she was sixteen she hadn’t come back to the area but hadn’t really interacted with anyone or told anyone she was there much less go back to school or anything else social. Lily walked into the bar and took a seat her attention going to the brunette behind the bar. Lily didn’t recognize the brunette and couldn’t quite get a read on her or where she was from. “Can I get a double shot of vodka, I don’t really care what kind, whatever is good around here.” To be honest Lily couldn’t care what brand of vodka it was as long as it was strong. “So, are you knew around here?”

[nellfoster]

Something that Nell had learnt to do was to be able to have a conversation with someone while still focusing on everything around the bar. For once in her life Nell was actually in her element and she wasn’t being compared to anyone else. That was probably the best part about it, that she was able to have something that was just hers. A breath of fresh air compared to how she’d spent the rest of her life. Glancing at the girl in front of her Nell gave a nod. Sizing people up had always been something that Nell was good at. Although she couldn’t quite tell what kind of person the girl was, one thing she did know was that she looked like she could definitely use a drink. 

Deciding to do at least something nice the brunette grabbed a shot glass and poured one of their highest quality vodka into. Surprisingly it wasn’t the most expensive vodka that they stocked in the bar but it was definitely the one that did the trick. Setting the now filled to the rim shot glass in front of the girl, Nell did a quick glance around to make sure everyone else was settled before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. “Is it that easy to tell?” she questioned, curious to how this girl instantly knew. Then again it was a small town. It was easy to say that most people probably knew each other, or at least saw them around. 

[thelilblacksheep]

To be honest was a little strange that she still recognized some of the people sitting in the bar. It wasn’t unusual for people to be born in this town and buried in the local cemetery without ever living anywhere else. The fact that she had managed to only be born here and have a part time residence in this postal code as a kid was a rarity. She had gone between her mother’s place in Falls Church to the city close by where her father lived was a miracle. She had also managed to leave both places not once but twice, but here she was back again in this small town. Maybe this place really was just cursed to be where she died, and if things didn’t go well with her siblings that could possibly be soon.

Lily didn’t know what to expect with them considering they could be rather volatile and Brett had made sure she knew from a young age she couldn’t hold a candle to their abilities with her inferior werewolf part of her genetic makeup. There she was just with vampire and werewolf abilities while her siblings were marked to be children of prophecy wanted by both heaven and hell. No, if they really wanted to kill her it wouldn’t take too much effort on any of their parts to do so. Maybe, things would be easier if that was what happened because at least then she wouldn’t have to seek their approval or have to live through the reminder this town was for what had happened to her and what she had lost.

“Well, I mean it’s a been a while since I was last here so pretty much any face I don’t immediately recognize is new in some way. Although, in this town people rarely ever leave or move here.” Lily commented with a shrug. “So I suppose it really is just a guess on my part.” Her attention turned towards the shot the brunette had set in front of her and she brought it to her lips then tipped her head back downing it in one go. The liquid stung a little as it went down her throat but outside of that it tasted relatively decent. With a sigh she brought her attention back to the brunette, “So what brought you to this crap town in the middle of nowhere?”

[nellfoster]

Nell never really had a choice over where she lived. Although born in Falls Church she didn’t grow up there. As soon as her adoptive parents began fostering her they took her far away from the small town. She had a good life, as difficult as gaining attention or approval may have been her needs were still being met. She wasn’t starved or locked in a room, it was just emotional needs that her parents lacked to provide her with after her brother came along. From some reason they thought moving to Falls Church was some miracle cure to the fact that they had essentially ignored her for the last however many years. 

Being able to learn about her past was actually something that Nell had been wanting to do for a while. She tried to do some before the move but there was only so much that she could find on the internet without an actual name linking to her birth mother or father. Being in her birth town definitely made the search a lot easier. It led her to the bar where she was able to talk her way into a job. What she didn’t realise was how much she would actually enjoy the work itself. Originally she just thought of it as a way to get introduced to her birth mother that frequented the bar. The concept of actually finding enjoyment out of it hadn’t even been a thought in her mind. But she had actually grown to love the job. It wasn’t tedious and there was always someone in the bar to amused the young brunette. 

The girl’s words made sense. In the small town everyone seemed to know each other in one way or another. But since she never actually grew up there it was difficult for her to feel like this was her home. “By the sounds of it you left,” she mumbled. It wasn’t meant in a malicious or attacking kind of way. It was more curiosity considering how many regular faces she had come to know in the bar. It was rare that she saw someone she didn’t recognise from around the town. This girl was the first unusual face she had seen. “What brought you back? Because I know it’s not for the bar food.” Absentmindedly Nell began going back to washing the glasses while still paying attention to the girl who she was having a conversation with. One way or another work did have to get done otherwise she’d be having to stay late. Nell was always cautious of other people. She didn’t just simply throw information around willy nilly. The idea of anyone doing it was completely ridiculous in her mind. “Reconnecting with family,” she explained with a shrug. It wasn’t a lie, but she also had never actually had anything to do with her birth family. 

[nellfoster]

@xsinnerssxint​

The move to Falls Church was something that should have been an exciting journey. For once her parents were doing something for her and not her brother. That was what made Nell feel worse though. They had moved there specifically for her. If everything crumbled she knew the blame would be put on her just as it had been so many other times. It only made the young brunette more determined to find out about her family history. Maybe her birth parents hadn’t completely abandoned her like she had originally thought.

Nell had always been self sufficient and hard working which aided her in the process of finding out about her family. Because of the trouble her parents had adopting her she couldn’t just look for the birth certificate for answers. The original copy they had had gotten lost during the court proceedings. The brunette had to stand in a long line at a court house to be able to get a copy of her birth certificate that had her birth name on it and her birth mother’s. That was enough information for Nell to look up pictures on the internet and find a picture of what he mother would look like now. Printing off the picture Nell began spending the rest of the day going around local stores showing it and asking if they knew her. Each stop was like a kick in the guts when she was turned around with no real answers. The idea that maybe Nell had waited too long to go looking for her started consuming her thoughts. She could be dead, want nothing to do with Nell. The more no’s that she heard from shop owners only aided in her darkened thoughts. Before giving up for the day Nell stopped in one last store that seemed to be popular. Walking up to the counter she noticed a woman that looked only slightly older than Nell did and she already felt like all hope was lost. “Excuse me,” she spoke up, unsure about the situation but she’d said the same thing so many times already today that this was nothing new. “Have you ever seen this woman?” Pulling the picture out of her pocket she raised it over the counter so that the girl could see it clearly.

[xsinnerssxint]

Her shop was probably easily one of the busiest in town. She got a lot of business, saw many people walk through the doors and into her little shop. She’d already had the opportunity to expand once since she’d opened up, just from profit alone. Not from any of her trust fund money tucked away for a rainy day. After all, who didn’t want to come view into the mysterious world of the occult. There were some witches and other beings that liked to come in every now and then. Mostly regulars. She’d taken note that there was a fair share of other creatures that didn’t quite trust others, and she probably put off the weirdest vibe of them all with her odd nature. So she mostly saw the few regular witches coming for their spell casting needs and humans. 

Humans came in droves. They were all so eager to do things, to see things and learn about things. Some claimed to be witches, she already knew the difference of that though. And others wanted to learn. She liked her shop, it was her one little corner of the world. She spent most of her day there, almost everyday. Unpacking new inventory, counting the cash and serving customers. She wasn’t exactly sure if it’d be the job she chose for the rest of her life, but for now she enjoyed it. It was just another day at the shop and things were dying down. There wasn’t a whole lot of other customers about because it was about supper time and people were all gone to eat. Fiddling at the cash, she heard the doorbell ring and straightened up. The woman made a beeline to the counter, image in hand. One quick little look told her that the younger woman in front of her was a witch. And she was looking for someone. Sure, Delilah knew of the woman in the picture. Her family was notorious around here. And not for good things. She wasn’t sure about the woman, whether she was a victim of her family’s misdeeds or simply a part of the fun. “I do, but I think you’re better off not looking for her,” she commented carefully, pursing her lips. 

[nellfoster]

Nell had gotten to the point where every store was starting to look the same. Between the people shopping there to the things that were sold. There was a notable difference when she entered the last store though. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was. Whether it was the twinkets that were amongst the shelves or the people themselves. Whatever it was Nell couldn’t put her finger on it. And for now she had a mission to accomplish by finishing up the day. The quicker she went in the quicker she would get an answer that they didn’t know the girl in the picture and she could give up for the day. As determined as she had been to start with, each no only dimmed the hope that she might actually get some answers. Being a failure was one of the only things she was good at anyway. Nobody would be surprised with the outcome.

The last store was the busiest that Nell had gone into all day. Even gaining stares from some of the people. Nell didn’t really question it. She was new and not a face that had been seen around Falls Church before. Instead Nell put her focus into the girl behind the counter. For once she didn’t get the no that she had come to expect. Hope lit up in her eyes, as much as she tried to control it. Why would someone discourage her from finding the woman? What could she have possibly done? The more she sat with the comment the more questions began to raise up inside of her. She needed answers. “Please, I need some answers,” she explained. Part of her was hoping if she was honest she might get some actual answers. “I believe she’s my birth mother.”

[xsinnerssxint]

Maybe she should have felt bad, as the girl not much younger than her approached her. She could see that the girl seemed half hopeful and half down trodden. From a first glance, the girl seemed innocent enough. Delilah could tell she had powers, could tell they were even strong. She didn’t know if the girl knew or not. There was usually a mix of people that came into the store. Mostly she found herself encountering teenagers who thought they could perform magic cause they’d recently read one of the paranormal romance novels. She sold to them. There were a few humans who knew what they were doing and would buy things to work magic accessible to even normal folks. And then there were the small group of witches who found themselves in the shop.

Seeing that photo, she recognized the woman, and she instantly decided this girl was better off not knowing her. That slight guilty pang hit in her chest. But she tried to ignore it. A little bit of surprise found her face as she heard the girl’s words. Birth mother. She didn’t remember the telling of a pregnancy in the whispers she so often heard. Then again, she hadn’t exactly been tuned into everything with that family. But she was sure she would have heard rumors of a child. “What makes you think that?” Delilah asked, stalling as she battled on telling the woman or not.

[nellfoster]

The day had felt like one complete failure after another. The only success she had managed in the day was uncovering her birth mother’s name and picture which took hours of difficulty. Because of the small town Nell thought that the girl would be well known amongst the locals. But being turned away time and time again was diminishing her spirit. This owner of the cliche movie witch store was the closest thing she had gotten to an actual answer all day and Nell wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip from her grasp. 

“What makes me think that?” she began, her sarcastic nature getting the better of her in that moment. It was all out of frustration. “Let’s see, I spent a couple of hours in the court house with my adoption certificate just to get my original birth certificate, because my parents basically threw everything that was mine out the window when they had a child of their own. When I finally got the name of my birth mother, the internet helped me out by guiding me to a picture of the only woman with the same name to live in Falls Church. If you have anything to add that would add proof that it isn’t my birth mother then please do go ahead and enlighten me.” The brunette hadn’t even taken a breath between her words. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she felt a little guilty for going off slightly at someone who didn’t deserve it. 

[xsinnerssxint]

It was hard for Delilah. She was half torn between protecting the young girl she’d pegged to be a witch from the horrors of the family and wanting to give her the answers she was looking for, if anything to give her some closure. However, Delilah had learned a few things in her years and she knew that sometimes if one was looking, they rarely ever found what they hoped for. Often times she had to spend days looking for clues on what she did when the darkness took over. She rarely liked the results she got. 

Delilah was a little taken aback by the woman’s brief verbal tirade but she knew she’d want to know to. If the roles were reversed and she had been unable to find her birth mom she’d want to find her to. “I’m not trying to insult your intelligence, nor do I want to mock the work you’ve put into it. I don’t know exactly from experience what you’re looking for, but I do know about looking for the answers to questions that should not be asked. Sometimes things are left buried. And sometimes those things are very, very dangerous, especially to people who don’t have half the answers they’re looking for. If you still want to find her, I’ll give you her name, but you need to be careful with that family, especially considering what you are,” Delilah usually hated being cryptic. She hated the sage advice but she also knew that if the woman knew the truth of her birth family it might very well break her heart. Delilah couldn’t speak for the mother, but for the rest of them, well it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

[nellfoster]

For some reason Nell felt like there was something that the store owner was holding back on besides the identity of her birth mother. Just the way the girl looked at Nell gave her an odd feeling. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but Nell was definitely sceptical of it. Using her fingertips to brush her brown curls back she let a small breath out. Simply preparing herself for some kind of battle. But when she actually offered to provide her with some information there was a small glimmer of hope that sparkled in her eyes. She was so caught up that she was getting information that she nearly missed the end of the girl’s sentence. 

“What I am?” she questioned with a quirked brow. Racking everything in her mind, there was nothing that Nell could think of that would result in those words. Could she have been talking about the fact that she was adopted and the fact that her birth mother might not want anything to do with her? No, that would have been too obvious. Her words seemed cryptic to say the least. “What do you mean with what I am?” 

[xsinnerssxint]

Delilah usually never minded telling someone some secret or hidden truth. She was okay with being the one to help them through it, especially if they didn’t have anyone else. But she hated getting involved when she saw clearly oblivious creatures like unawakened werewolves or witches out there. She knew it wasn’t her job. That was a parents job. But then there were cases like this girl, where her parents wouldn’t have known, where the adoption had made it impossible for them to know the truth of what she was. 

She knew that she could sit around and wait for the chance for the girl’s birth mother to tell her. That was possible, but she also knew if the woman she sought after was as bad as the rest of her family then that would do no good. She’d only be twisted away into dark magic, blood magic. “I’m sure you’ve noticed over the past few years some strange happenings?” Delilah started in carefully. It was just as well she ripped the bandaid off. The girl needed to know. “Maybe you got sad, or angry, and the lights flickered or broke. Maybe you noticed you can control things if you focus hard enough?” It was hard to guess exactly what the girl’s powers would show as, but discovery of powers was usually straight forward to some degree. 

[nellfoster]

Nell had always been strong minded. If there was something she wanted she was prepared to put in the work to get results. I guess that was something she could thank her parents for. Because of how much they favoured her brother she gained that resilience to accomplish whatever she put her mind to. Although she was still convinced to talk her way into getting her mother’s information from this store owner she had just been thrown a curve ball. Somehow whatever information the girl in front of her had about Nell herself had gained more importance. 

Her face scrunched up, as if she had just eaten something sour. What the girl was saying was completely ridiculous. What did she think she was, some kind of ridiculous elf or something? Just like she couldn’t control the sun to move when she was younger she can’t control things now. Sure, there had been a few times where things broke around her. But that was life, nothing was going to stop things from breaking. Sometimes that just happened. “I get it. You open some store to pretend to be some kind of psychic and insightful,” she began to rant with a roll of her eyes. “I don’t have any money if that’s what you wanted from this.” When things seemed too good to be true it usually always was. Nell had allowed herself to be vulnerable and all it got was some kind of ridiculous story. 

[nellfoster]

@xsinnerssxint​

The move to Falls Church was something that should have been an exciting journey. For once her parents were doing something for her and not her brother. That was what made Nell feel worse though. They had moved there specifically for her. If everything crumbled she knew the blame would be put on her just as it had been so many other times. It only made the young brunette more determined to find out about her family history. Maybe her birth parents hadn’t completely abandoned her like she had originally thought.

Nell had always been self sufficient and hard working which aided her in the process of finding out about her family. Because of the trouble her parents had adopting her she couldn’t just look for the birth certificate for answers. The original copy they had had gotten lost during the court proceedings. The brunette had to stand in a long line at a court house to be able to get a copy of her birth certificate that had her birth name on it and her birth mother’s. That was enough information for Nell to look up pictures on the internet and find a picture of what he mother would look like now. Printing off the picture Nell began spending the rest of the day going around local stores showing it and asking if they knew her. Each stop was like a kick in the guts when she was turned around with no real answers. The idea that maybe Nell had waited too long to go looking for her started consuming her thoughts. She could be dead, want nothing to do with Nell. The more no’s that she heard from shop owners only aided in her darkened thoughts. Before giving up for the day Nell stopped in one last store that seemed to be popular. Walking up to the counter she noticed a woman that looked only slightly older than Nell did and she already felt like all hope was lost. “Excuse me,” she spoke up, unsure about the situation but she’d said the same thing so many times already today that this was nothing new. “Have you ever seen this woman?” Pulling the picture out of her pocket she raised it over the counter so that the girl could see it clearly.

[xsinnerssxint]

Her shop was probably easily one of the busiest in town. She got a lot of business, saw many people walk through the doors and into her little shop. She’d already had the opportunity to expand once since she’d opened up, just from profit alone. Not from any of her trust fund money tucked away for a rainy day. After all, who didn’t want to come view into the mysterious world of the occult. There were some witches and other beings that liked to come in every now and then. Mostly regulars. She’d taken note that there was a fair share of other creatures that didn’t quite trust others, and she probably put off the weirdest vibe of them all with her odd nature. So she mostly saw the few regular witches coming for their spell casting needs and humans. 

Humans came in droves. They were all so eager to do things, to see things and learn about things. Some claimed to be witches, she already knew the difference of that though. And others wanted to learn. She liked her shop, it was her one little corner of the world. She spent most of her day there, almost everyday. Unpacking new inventory, counting the cash and serving customers. She wasn’t exactly sure if it’d be the job she chose for the rest of her life, but for now she enjoyed it. It was just another day at the shop and things were dying down. There wasn’t a whole lot of other customers about because it was about supper time and people were all gone to eat. Fiddling at the cash, she heard the doorbell ring and straightened up. The woman made a beeline to the counter, image in hand. One quick little look told her that the younger woman in front of her was a witch. And she was looking for someone. Sure, Delilah knew of the woman in the picture. Her family was notorious around here. And not for good things. She wasn’t sure about the woman, whether she was a victim of her family’s misdeeds or simply a part of the fun. “I do, but I think you’re better off not looking for her,” she commented carefully, pursing her lips. 

[nellfoster]

Nell had gotten to the point where every store was starting to look the same. Between the people shopping there to the things that were sold. There was a notable difference when she entered the last store though. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was. Whether it was the twinkets that were amongst the shelves or the people themselves. Whatever it was Nell couldn’t put her finger on it. And for now she had a mission to accomplish by finishing up the day. The quicker she went in the quicker she would get an answer that they didn’t know the girl in the picture and she could give up for the day. As determined as she had been to start with, each no only dimmed the hope that she might actually get some answers. Being a failure was one of the only things she was good at anyway. Nobody would be surprised with the outcome.

The last store was the busiest that Nell had gone into all day. Even gaining stares from some of the people. Nell didn’t really question it. She was new and not a face that had been seen around Falls Church before. Instead Nell put her focus into the girl behind the counter. For once she didn’t get the no that she had come to expect. Hope lit up in her eyes, as much as she tried to control it. Why would someone discourage her from finding the woman? What could she have possibly done? The more she sat with the comment the more questions began to raise up inside of her. She needed answers. “Please, I need some answers,” she explained. Part of her was hoping if she was honest she might get some actual answers. “I believe she’s my birth mother.”

[xsinnerssxint]

Maybe she should have felt bad, as the girl not much younger than her approached her. She could see that the girl seemed half hopeful and half down trodden. From a first glance, the girl seemed innocent enough. Delilah could tell she had powers, could tell they were even strong. She didn’t know if the girl knew or not. There was usually a mix of people that came into the store. Mostly she found herself encountering teenagers who thought they could perform magic cause they’d recently read one of the paranormal romance novels. She sold to them. There were a few humans who knew what they were doing and would buy things to work magic accessible to even normal folks. And then there were the small group of witches who found themselves in the shop.

Seeing that photo, she recognized the woman, and she instantly decided this girl was better off not knowing her. That slight guilty pang hit in her chest. But she tried to ignore it. A little bit of surprise found her face as she heard the girl’s words. Birth mother. She didn’t remember the telling of a pregnancy in the whispers she so often heard. Then again, she hadn’t exactly been tuned into everything with that family. But she was sure she would have heard rumors of a child. “What makes you think that?” Delilah asked, stalling as she battled on telling the woman or not.

[nellfoster]

The day had felt like one complete failure after another. The only success she had managed in the day was uncovering her birth mother’s name and picture which took hours of difficulty. Because of the small town Nell thought that the girl would be well known amongst the locals. But being turned away time and time again was diminishing her spirit. This owner of the cliche movie witch store was the closest thing she had gotten to an actual answer all day and Nell wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip from her grasp. 

“What makes me think that?” she began, her sarcastic nature getting the better of her in that moment. It was all out of frustration. “Let’s see, I spent a couple of hours in the court house with my adoption certificate just to get my original birth certificate, because my parents basically threw everything that was mine out the window when they had a child of their own. When I finally got the name of my birth mother, the internet helped me out by guiding me to a picture of the only woman with the same name to live in Falls Church. If you have anything to add that would add proof that it isn’t my birth mother then please do go ahead and enlighten me.” The brunette hadn’t even taken a breath between her words. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she felt a little guilty for going off slightly at someone who didn’t deserve it. 

[xsinnerssxint]

It was hard for Delilah. She was half torn between protecting the young girl she’d pegged to be a witch from the horrors of the family and wanting to give her the answers she was looking for, if anything to give her some closure. However, Delilah had learned a few things in her years and she knew that sometimes if one was looking, they rarely ever found what they hoped for. Often times she had to spend days looking for clues on what she did when the darkness took over. She rarely liked the results she got. 

Delilah was a little taken aback by the woman’s brief verbal tirade but she knew she’d want to know to. If the roles were reversed and she had been unable to find her birth mom she’d want to find her to. “I’m not trying to insult your intelligence, nor do I want to mock the work you’ve put into it. I don’t know exactly from experience what you’re looking for, but I do know about looking for the answers to questions that should not be asked. Sometimes things are left buried. And sometimes those things are very, very dangerous, especially to people who don’t have half the answers they’re looking for. If you still want to find her, I’ll give you her name, but you need to be careful with that family, especially considering what you are,” Delilah usually hated being cryptic. She hated the sage advice but she also knew that if the woman knew the truth of her birth family it might very well break her heart. Delilah couldn’t speak for the mother, but for the rest of them, well it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

[nellfoster]

For some reason Nell felt like there was something that the store owner was holding back on besides the identity of her birth mother. Just the way the girl looked at Nell gave her an odd feeling. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but Nell was definitely sceptical of it. Using her fingertips to brush her brown curls back she let a small breath out. Simply preparing herself for some kind of battle. But when she actually offered to provide her with some information there was a small glimmer of hope that sparkled in her eyes. She was so caught up that she was getting information that she nearly missed the end of the girl’s sentence. 

“What I am?” she questioned with a quirked brow. Racking everything in her mind, there was nothing that Nell could think of that would result in those words. Could she have been talking about the fact that she was adopted and the fact that her birth mother might not want anything to do with her? No, that would have been too obvious. Her words seemed cryptic to say the least. “What do you mean with what I am?” 

[nellfoster]

@xsinnerssxint​

The move to Falls Church was something that should have been an exciting journey. For once her parents were doing something for her and not her brother. That was what made Nell feel worse though. They had moved there specifically for her. If everything crumbled she knew the blame would be put on her just as it had been so many other times. It only made the young brunette more determined to find out about her family history. Maybe her birth parents hadn’t completely abandoned her like she had originally thought.

Nell had always been self sufficient and hard working which aided her in the process of finding out about her family. Because of the trouble her parents had adopting her she couldn’t just look for the birth certificate for answers. The original copy they had had gotten lost during the court proceedings. The brunette had to stand in a long line at a court house to be able to get a copy of her birth certificate that had her birth name on it and her birth mother’s. That was enough information for Nell to look up pictures on the internet and find a picture of what he mother would look like now. Printing off the picture Nell began spending the rest of the day going around local stores showing it and asking if they knew her. Each stop was like a kick in the guts when she was turned around with no real answers. The idea that maybe Nell had waited too long to go looking for her started consuming her thoughts. She could be dead, want nothing to do with Nell. The more no’s that she heard from shop owners only aided in her darkened thoughts. Before giving up for the day Nell stopped in one last store that seemed to be popular. Walking up to the counter she noticed a woman that looked only slightly older than Nell did and she already felt like all hope was lost. “Excuse me,” she spoke up, unsure about the situation but she’d said the same thing so many times already today that this was nothing new. “Have you ever seen this woman?” Pulling the picture out of her pocket she raised it over the counter so that the girl could see it clearly.

[xsinnerssxint]

Her shop was probably easily one of the busiest in town. She got a lot of business, saw many people walk through the doors and into her little shop. She’d already had the opportunity to expand once since she’d opened up, just from profit alone. Not from any of her trust fund money tucked away for a rainy day. After all, who didn’t want to come view into the mysterious world of the occult. There were some witches and other beings that liked to come in every now and then. Mostly regulars. She’d taken note that there was a fair share of other creatures that didn’t quite trust others, and she probably put off the weirdest vibe of them all with her odd nature. So she mostly saw the few regular witches coming for their spell casting needs and humans. 

Humans came in droves. They were all so eager to do things, to see things and learn about things. Some claimed to be witches, she already knew the difference of that though. And others wanted to learn. She liked her shop, it was her one little corner of the world. She spent most of her day there, almost everyday. Unpacking new inventory, counting the cash and serving customers. She wasn’t exactly sure if it’d be the job she chose for the rest of her life, but for now she enjoyed it. It was just another day at the shop and things were dying down. There wasn’t a whole lot of other customers about because it was about supper time and people were all gone to eat. Fiddling at the cash, she heard the doorbell ring and straightened up. The woman made a beeline to the counter, image in hand. One quick little look told her that the younger woman in front of her was a witch. And she was looking for someone. Sure, Delilah knew of the woman in the picture. Her family was notorious around here. And not for good things. She wasn’t sure about the woman, whether she was a victim of her family’s misdeeds or simply a part of the fun. “I do, but I think you’re better off not looking for her,” she commented carefully, pursing her lips. 

[nellfoster]

Nell had gotten to the point where every store was starting to look the same. Between the people shopping there to the things that were sold. There was a notable difference when she entered the last store though. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was. Whether it was the twinkets that were amongst the shelves or the people themselves. Whatever it was Nell couldn’t put her finger on it. And for now she had a mission to accomplish by finishing up the day. The quicker she went in the quicker she would get an answer that they didn’t know the girl in the picture and she could give up for the day. As determined as she had been to start with, each no only dimmed the hope that she might actually get some answers. Being a failure was one of the only things she was good at anyway. Nobody would be surprised with the outcome.

The last store was the busiest that Nell had gone into all day. Even gaining stares from some of the people. Nell didn’t really question it. She was new and not a face that had been seen around Falls Church before. Instead Nell put her focus into the girl behind the counter. For once she didn’t get the no that she had come to expect. Hope lit up in her eyes, as much as she tried to control it. Why would someone discourage her from finding the woman? What could she have possibly done? The more she sat with the comment the more questions began to raise up inside of her. She needed answers. “Please, I need some answers,” she explained. Part of her was hoping if she was honest she might get some actual answers. “I believe she’s my birth mother.”

[xsinnerssxint]

Maybe she should have felt bad, as the girl not much younger than her approached her. She could see that the girl seemed half hopeful and half down trodden. From a first glance, the girl seemed innocent enough. Delilah could tell she had powers, could tell they were even strong. She didn’t know if the girl knew or not. There was usually a mix of people that came into the store. Mostly she found herself encountering teenagers who thought they could perform magic cause they’d recently read one of the paranormal romance novels. She sold to them. There were a few humans who knew what they were doing and would buy things to work magic accessible to even normal folks. And then there were the small group of witches who found themselves in the shop.

Seeing that photo, she recognized the woman, and she instantly decided this girl was better off not knowing her. That slight guilty pang hit in her chest. But she tried to ignore it. A little bit of surprise found her face as she heard the girl’s words. Birth mother. She didn’t remember the telling of a pregnancy in the whispers she so often heard. Then again, she hadn’t exactly been tuned into everything with that family. But she was sure she would have heard rumors of a child. “What makes you think that?” Delilah asked, stalling as she battled on telling the woman or not.

[nellfoster]

The day had felt like one complete failure after another. The only success she had managed in the day was uncovering her birth mother’s name and picture which took hours of difficulty. Because of the small town Nell thought that the girl would be well known amongst the locals. But being turned away time and time again was diminishing her spirit. This owner of the cliche movie witch store was the closest thing she had gotten to an actual answer all day and Nell wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip from her grasp. 

“What makes me think that?” she began, her sarcastic nature getting the better of her in that moment. It was all out of frustration. “Let’s see, I spent a couple of hours in the court house with my adoption certificate just to get my original birth certificate, because my parents basically threw everything that was mine out the window when they had a child of their own. When I finally got the name of my birth mother, the internet helped me out by guiding me to a picture of the only woman with the same name to live in Falls Church. If you have anything to add that would add proof that it isn’t my birth mother then please do go ahead and enlighten me.” The brunette hadn’t even taken a breath between her words. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she felt a little guilty for going off slightly at someone who didn’t deserve it. 

[nellfoster]

Lily x Nell starter

@thelilblacksheep​

Nothing in Nell’s life had ever been secure and stable. If she made one mistake it just became a slippery slope to her downfall. She always had to work harder to gain even an inkling of appreciation from her parents. Now they had moved to Falls Church specifically for Nell to find out about her past. It only added to the pressure. Because if her quest to find out more about her birth parents wasn’t successful she knew that the blame of them uprooting their lives would fall onto her. Thankfully it wasn’t a complete failure yet. Something she’d come to learn was that her birth mother was apparently well known around the town. Or at least to certain people she was. Being leaded to a local bar that she often frequented Nell managed to talk herself into a job as a bartender. She was under probation but she was holding a good standing. Mixing drinks wasn’t that difficult and dealing with drunks gave her an outlet for her outlet at being able to cut them off and throw them out. 

The young brunette had just finished her break, coming back to relieve the other bartender. The apron they tried to get the bartender’s to wear was ridiculous. She wasn’t a waitress, so she simply refused to wear it. It wasn’t like she was carrying around a pen or paper. If people wanted a drink they came up to the bar to get it anyway. While everyone seemed settled for a moment Nell started to clean some of the glasses. It wasn’t long after that a newcomer came up to the bar. Resting the towel over her shoulder she walked up to the girl and offered a smile. “What can I get for you?” she questioned, her brown hues studying the girl momentarily. 

[thelilblacksheep]

Lily hadn’t quite gotten the courage to actually find her siblings and confront them. There was a part of her that was angry that she had to be the one to apologize to them and ask them to let her back into there lives. It wasn’t even like she had done anything to them other than be alive. If it wasn’t for the fact that her father had wanted things between her and her siblings to be good instead of what it was now she wouldn’t even bother with it. Lily suspected that he felt guilty that he never realized what it was like for her to stay with them when he didn’t have her. That Brett had found a way to make her life miserable while her own mother wouldn’t even look at her. Then there were her siblings who blamed her for their parents fighting because her father wasn’t Brett which meant she was the odd one out. Lily knew that eventually she would have to make the effort to at least get to know them better and try to fix some of what happened.

Despite knowing that she would have to interact with her siblings she had decided that tonight wasn’t going to be that night. No, there was somewhere else she had to go, but she wasn’t ready for that without some liquid courage. Lily was kind of glad that so far no one had recognized her in this town, to be fair no one had seen her here since she was fourteen. When she was sixteen she hadn’t come back to the area but hadn’t really interacted with anyone or told anyone she was there much less go back to school or anything else social. Lily walked into the bar and took a seat her attention going to the brunette behind the bar. Lily didn’t recognize the brunette and couldn’t quite get a read on her or where she was from. “Can I get a double shot of vodka, I don’t really care what kind, whatever is good around here.” To be honest Lily couldn’t care what brand of vodka it was as long as it was strong. “So, are you knew around here?”

[nellfoster]

Something that Nell had learnt to do was to be able to have a conversation with someone while still focusing on everything around the bar. For once in her life Nell was actually in her element and she wasn’t being compared to anyone else. That was probably the best part about it, that she was able to have something that was just hers. A breath of fresh air compared to how she’d spent the rest of her life. Glancing at the girl in front of her Nell gave a nod. Sizing people up had always been something that Nell was good at. Although she couldn’t quite tell what kind of person the girl was, one thing she did know was that she looked like she could definitely use a drink. 

Deciding to do at least something nice the brunette grabbed a shot glass and poured one of their highest quality vodka into. Surprisingly it wasn’t the most expensive vodka that they stocked in the bar but it was definitely the one that did the trick. Setting the now filled to the rim shot glass in front of the girl, Nell did a quick glance around to make sure everyone else was settled before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. “Is it that easy to tell?” she questioned, curious to how this girl instantly knew. Then again it was a small town. It was easy to say that most people probably knew each other, or at least saw them around. 

[nellfoster]

Lily x Nell starter

@thelilblacksheep​

Nothing in Nell’s life had ever been secure and stable. If she made one mistake it just became a slippery slope to her downfall. She always had to work harder to gain even an inkling of appreciation from her parents. Now they had moved to Falls Church specifically for Nell to find out about her past. It only added to the pressure. Because if her quest to find out more about her birth parents wasn’t successful she knew that the blame of them uprooting their lives would fall onto her. Thankfully it wasn’t a complete failure yet. Something she’d come to learn was that her birth mother was apparently well known around the town. Or at least to certain people she was. Being leaded to a local bar that she often frequented Nell managed to talk herself into a job as a bartender. She was under probation but she was holding a good standing. Mixing drinks wasn’t that difficult and dealing with drunks gave her an outlet for her outlet at being able to cut them off and throw them out. 

The young brunette had just finished her break, coming back to relieve the other bartender. The apron they tried to get the bartender’s to wear was ridiculous. She wasn’t a waitress, so she simply refused to wear it. It wasn’t like she was carrying around a pen or paper. If people wanted a drink they came up to the bar to get it anyway. While everyone seemed settled for a moment Nell started to clean some of the glasses. It wasn’t long after that a newcomer came up to the bar. Resting the towel over her shoulder she walked up to the girl and offered a smile. “What can I get for you?” she questioned, her brown hues studying the girl momentarily. 

[nellfoster]

@xsinnerssxint​

The move to Falls Church was something that should have been an exciting journey. For once her parents were doing something for her and not her brother. That was what made Nell feel worse though. They had moved there specifically for her. If everything crumbled she knew the blame would be put on her just as it had been so many other times. It only made the young brunette more determined to find out about her family history. Maybe her birth parents hadn’t completely abandoned her like she had originally thought.

Nell had always been self sufficient and hard working which aided her in the process of finding out about her family. Because of the trouble her parents had adopting her she couldn’t just look for the birth certificate for answers. The original copy they had had gotten lost during the court proceedings. The brunette had to stand in a long line at a court house to be able to get a copy of her birth certificate that had her birth name on it and her birth mother’s. That was enough information for Nell to look up pictures on the internet and find a picture of what he mother would look like now. Printing off the picture Nell began spending the rest of the day going around local stores showing it and asking if they knew her. Each stop was like a kick in the guts when she was turned around with no real answers. The idea that maybe Nell had waited too long to go looking for her started consuming her thoughts. She could be dead, want nothing to do with Nell. The more no’s that she heard from shop owners only aided in her darkened thoughts. Before giving up for the day Nell stopped in one last store that seemed to be popular. Walking up to the counter she noticed a woman that looked only slightly older than Nell did and she already felt like all hope was lost. “Excuse me,” she spoke up, unsure about the situation but she’d said the same thing so many times already today that this was nothing new. “Have you ever seen this woman?” Pulling the picture out of her pocket she raised it over the counter so that the girl could see it clearly.

[xsinnerssxint]

Her shop was probably easily one of the busiest in town. She got a lot of business, saw many people walk through the doors and into her little shop. She’d already had the opportunity to expand once since she’d opened up, just from profit alone. Not from any of her trust fund money tucked away for a rainy day. After all, who didn’t want to come view into the mysterious world of the occult. There were some witches and other beings that liked to come in every now and then. Mostly regulars. She’d taken note that there was a fair share of other creatures that didn’t quite trust others, and she probably put off the weirdest vibe of them all with her odd nature. So she mostly saw the few regular witches coming for their spell casting needs and humans. 

Humans came in droves. They were all so eager to do things, to see things and learn about things. Some claimed to be witches, she already knew the difference of that though. And others wanted to learn. She liked her shop, it was her one little corner of the world. She spent most of her day there, almost everyday. Unpacking new inventory, counting the cash and serving customers. She wasn’t exactly sure if it’d be the job she chose for the rest of her life, but for now she enjoyed it. It was just another day at the shop and things were dying down. There wasn’t a whole lot of other customers about because it was about supper time and people were all gone to eat. Fiddling at the cash, she heard the doorbell ring and straightened up. The woman made a beeline to the counter, image in hand. One quick little look told her that the younger woman in front of her was a witch. And she was looking for someone. Sure, Delilah knew of the woman in the picture. Her family was notorious around here. And not for good things. She wasn’t sure about the woman, whether she was a victim of her family’s misdeeds or simply a part of the fun. “I do, but I think you’re better off not looking for her,” she commented carefully, pursing her lips. 

[nellfoster]

Nell had gotten to the point where every store was starting to look the same. Between the people shopping there to the things that were sold. There was a notable difference when she entered the last store though. She wasn't entirely sure what it was. Whether it was the twinkets that were amongst the shelves or the people themselves. Whatever it was Nell couldn't put her finger on it. And for now she had a mission to accomplish by finishing up the day. The quicker she went in the quicker she would get an answer that they didn't know the girl in the picture and she could give up for the day. As determined as she had been to start with, each no only dimmed the hope that she might actually get some answers. Being a failure was one of the only things she was good at anyway. Nobody would be surprised with the outcome.

The last store was the busiest that Nell had gone into all day. Even gaining stares from some of the people. Nell didn't really question it. She was new and not a face that had been seen around Falls Church before. Instead Nell put her focus into the girl behind the counter. For once she didn't get the no that she had come to expect. Hope lit up in her eyes, as much as she tried to control it. Why would someone discourage her from finding the woman? What could she have possibly done? The more she sat with the comment the more questions began to raise up inside of her. She needed answers. "Please, I need some answers," she explained. Part of her was hoping if she was honest she might get some actual answers. "I believe she's my birth mother."

[nellfoster]

@xsinnerssxint​

The move to Falls Church was something that should have been an exciting journey. For once her parents were doing something for her and not her brother. That was what made Nell feel worse though. They had moved there specifically for her. If everything crumbled she knew the blame would be put on her just as it had been so many other times. It only made the young brunette more determined to find out about her family history. Maybe her birth parents hadn’t completely abandoned her like she had originally thought.

Nell had always been self sufficient and hard working which aided her in the process of finding out about her family. Because of the trouble her parents had adopting her she couldn’t just look for the birth certificate for answers. The original copy they had had gotten lost during the court proceedings. The brunette had to stand in a long line at a court house to be able to get a copy of her birth certificate that had her birth name on it and her birth mother’s. That was enough information for Nell to look up pictures on the internet and find a picture of what he mother would look like now. Printing off the picture Nell began spending the rest of the day going around local stores showing it and asking if they knew her. Each stop was like a kick in the guts when she was turned around with no real answers. The idea that maybe Nell had waited too long to go looking for her started consuming her thoughts. She could be dead, want nothing to do with Nell. The more no’s that she heard from shop owners only aided in her darkened thoughts. Before giving up for the day Nell stopped in one last store that seemed to be popular. Walking up to the counter she noticed a woman that looked only slightly older than Nell did and she already felt like all hope was lost. “Excuse me,” she spoke up, unsure about the situation but she’d said the same thing so many times already today that this was nothing new. “Have you ever seen this woman?” Pulling the picture out of her pocket she raised it over the counter so that the girl could see it clearly.

[fireandice-hq]

Name: Eleanor “Nell” Foster. Nicknames: Nell. Biological Age: 21. Real Age: 21. Birthday: DD/MM/1998. Star Sign: UTA. Place of Birth: Falls Church, Virginia. Current Town: Falls Church, Virginia. Sexuality: Heterosexual. Marital Status: Single. Species: Witch. Occupation: UTA. Education: High School, Incomplete University. Faceclaim: Selena Gomez.

Personality: Nell is a rather careful person. She has a lot of trust issues when it comes to worrying about people abandoning her. More often than not she worried that people are going to leave her like her birth parents did, or how she feels her adoptive parents did when they started favoring her brother. Nell is rather self sufficient and while her parents have provided for her she works harder for everything because they don’t simply hand things over like they do with her brother. She’s more perceptive and tends to see the darker parts of people rather than the lighter parts they put on display. She’s very good at sorting out the truth from a lie. While she is kind and compassionate, this only carries a person so far and she doesn’t always fall into trusting them or truly letting them in easily. She’s not entirely unpleasant, but when she distrusts someone she makes her dislike known. She isn’t someone to shoot the shit but she also isn’t entirely blunt.

Biography: Nell was born to a fifteen year old from a family of witches. The woman had known during her whole pregnancy that she was far too young to have a baby, and she knew she didn’t want to raise her child as she had been raised so she decided that instead she would give her up for adoption, hoping she’d find a family who would genuinely care for her. It was arranged that she would go with the Foster’s. They had money and desperately wanted a child. Nell’s mother approved of them taking care of her child. Due to some waiting periods and such, when Nell was handed off to the hands of the Fosters, she was originally a foster child and it took almost three years before the adoption was finalized. And just after it was finalized they found out that the foster’s mother was pregnant. Nell’s adoptive mother quickly tossed her aside when her new son came. Nell was still loved, she thought so at least. But she was no longer the center of their world. Instead, she was just a side character. She didn’t exactly go without food or shelter or clothes. But she was not as easily given into as Rhys was. She was just there, she wasn’t the center of the world. Oftentimes, she felt left behind and sad. She felt like she wasn’t nearly enough to hold their attention. This was only fed later on when she found out she was adopted. Nell suspected she was somehow defective. She felt like she had done something wrong, or that there was something wrong with her. Nell went through life, but she never could rid herself of that feeling like she wasn’t good enough. Insecurity chased and crippled her. Despite her feelings, she kept quiet and did her best to keep her head down. She tried to do her best to get good grades and impress her parents. It didn’t work. Her stellar grades meant nothing compared to Rhys sports accomplishments. She grew to despise her little brother in many ways. Those emotions started to lash out through her powers. Every little rage brought about the breaking of things around her. Power shortages, smashing glass. She never thought she was the cause of it. She just thought bad things happened around her. Eventually, things started to change and she realized the fault was with her parents and not her, or her brother. When all the drama happened she was there to support her brother as much as she could. Soon, her parents ended up deciding to take her back to where she’d been born, figuring she deserved the chance to learn more about her history.