#[ 00 ] ... threads.

[b4rtlet]

she rubs her temple with a tired smile, clearly impressed but overwhelmed, not quite sure how arriving for a weekend at the residence had led to her leaning against the doorway for the steam pipe distribution venue listening to the newest white house counsel. she could see why her dad liked her. or at least how she had impressed him enough to offer her the job. “you make it sound like you’re some kind of superhuman legal machine, and i'm not entirely sure that's untrue.”

@ve1ljumpers | I can talk so fast it won't actually take measurable time.

[b4rtlet]

"you say this has been just another typical day for you, huh?"

starter call | @antarcticadown

[b4rtlet]

" somehow my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth, and i find myself saying the wrong thing or more likely nothing at all. "

starter call | @wornkindness

[b4rtlet]

ellie's fingers hover for a moment longer, shocked that she'd even reached out, before snatching them back and shoving her hand in her pocket. her gaze softened as addy stumbled through her words and she purposefully met her eyes rather than keeping her own on the scar. "i'm sorry, obviously you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to."

continued | @ahdaline

[b4rtlet]

ellie wandered through the dimly lit library of the tardis, her fingers tracing the spines of the ancient books lining the shelves. if she allowed herself to think of the infinite possibilities that could be contained within them she got a little light headed but grounding hum of the spacecraft beneath her feet helped. as long as she also didn't think to hard about where it travelled. "i'm not breaking some space-time rule if i read one of these, am i?"

starter call | @whatspoilers

[b4rtlet]

ellie is quick to realise she's out of practice, between her courseload and lab hours, there hasn't been much time for anything else. the third time she reverts the conversation back to her research, she forces herself to pause, "god, sorry, you must get enough people trying to bother you about their research. i don't mean to be another."

starter call | @sociofame

[b4rtlet]

when she first sees him she's an intern and everyone is looking at her while her eyes are fixated on the patient. eventually she manages to force out the pronouncement but it's when she's trying to rub the tears out of her eyes without anyone noticing that she sees the flash of white hair.

from then on it's as if the towering stranger is haunting her every bad day or wrong decision, lingering at the edge of her reality always gone whenever she goes to step closer.

her father's shooting is the last straw, she feels numb, her eyes are sore from tears and she can tell immediately that the presence to her side isn't her sister or mother. “do you do this to everyone else?” her voice trembles despite her best efforts. "what are you? why do i keep seeing you?"

@morteuse and a starter bronwyn didn't ask for <3

[b4rtlet]

@lvebug

it was a gesture. a free day to dedicate to something she believed in while making up for all the rallies and fundraisers she missed on the campaign trail. she knew how important funding or favourable word of mouth could mean to a project. ellie could only hope her appointments didn't involve ufos or a wolf only highway.

"hi, eleanor bartlet," a little harried as she entered the room. why all her meetings couldn't be in the same one only leo knew.

– surprise starter for big block of cheese day