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"florals for spring?" ellinore raised her eyebrows. "groundbreaking." she was silent before she laughed at herself. "sorry, you were asking for that one. "that sounds cute. i only ever go for dark colours as i don't really wear florals that much and it goes with most things." she held up her nails to show the other. "i tried to do it myself once but my hand-eye coordination is not it." besides, she would much rather leave the house for an experience than getting frustrated with herself at home.

open starter / location: random nail bar

"which colour do you think i should go for?" jaya asks the other, looking down at her choices. she loved getting her nails painted, jaya always felt a little more confident whenever she left the shop, "i was thinkin' of maybe getting some cute flowers, like daisies on there too, for some spring vibes or has that been done to death?".

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why on earth had she signed up to this again? ellinore did want to make some new friends and found it difficult if she didn't leave her house but all this activity was doing was causing her to get frustrated - at how lopsided hers looked - and ruining her nails. "well, it's not exactly the scene from ghost, is it? i thought it would be better than this, honestly. no offence-" she held her hands up towards the teacher before putting her hands back on the clay to try improve the shape of it. "you know, you certainly look the part so let's hope the outfit lives up to the preconceived idea i have in my head." ella chuckled - it seemed that crafts were not for her if it didn't involve something she could wear.

loc: studio harbor

the idea came to her while she was lying down in bed, scrolling mindlessly through tiktok late on a wednesday night. the video was simple—an insanely pretty girl dressed in black, molding clay like it was the easiest thing in the world. huh, looks interesting. and that was how she ended up registering for a pottery class that weekend. now, seated in front of the wheel, sleeves pushed up and a streak of clay already on her cheek, she cracks her knuckles like she’s about to win something. “alright, let’s see if i’m a natural.” she pauses, glancing over to the person next to her. “what are the odds this thing collapses in the next five minutes?”

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ellinore widened her eyes at the other and then furrowed her brow. "are you okay, babes?" she chuckled at the disclaimer that came with the other woman. "just a bar with better music and entertainment. good job you disclosed your whole sexuality and stance on everything in advance, so that i don't waste my time. you're pretty." ella jested as a slight chuckle left her lips. "no one's going to ask to see your gay passport so just relax, have a good time - would you like a drink?" she was aware that she needed to stop joking with the other but she was finding the other quite amusing - endearing. "i'm ella, and you are..." she gestured towards the stranger. "well, i know you're straight but what's your name?"

  radiant !!

this was fine. straight people went to gay bars all the time. they talk about how fun it is, tell all their friends about it, too. just because she’s at radiant it doesn’t automatically mean she’s — no one will know. it’ll be okay. rosie has mostly calmed herself down by the end of her little pep talk, but the fear comes back full force when she turns around only to see a familiar face. “ oh !! hi, i was just — i’ve heard so much about this place, you know ?? i had no idea that, uh — that gay bars could be so fun. is that problematic to say ?? i mean i am straight, so i just . . . i don’t want to offend. ” that was . . . convincing enough, surely ??

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ella didn't have many friends so when someone made an effort with her, it was a big deal. for someone that wanted to be well liked, she had a funny way of winding people up the wrong way - she still hadn't figured out what it was yet that put so many people off her but she could be doing more self-reflection (like her therapist had said). "hey, i'm far from passing out. you know, they say that if you're up for over twenty four hours, your body resets and eventually doesn't even make you feel tired anymore? that's what a read, anyways-" she raised her hands up and widened her eyes. "no way am i testing it out without it being absolutely necessary. i love my beauty sleep and mostly just... sleep on my day off. at work, i think they think that i get up to all sorts but really, that's during the week because i'm out of the house already." she chuckled. "wouldn't that be fun but can you sing? or at least hold a note? the bar is very low but i have a minimum requirement of someone at least being good at a single note. or are you going to be exceptionally amazing and put me to shame?"

for someone that didn’t like to drink, daniel sure enjoyed a cocktail every now and then. his body doesn’t handle liquor too well though, but in terms of hanging out with a friend, he’d take that RISK on his life. danny had sat next to ellinore; it hadn’t been long since he made his presence known. he was surprised that she was somehow still standing. a chuckle escaped him as she leaned closer to him, “no rest for the wicked? sure, if you want to pass out, go ahead i guess.” does ellinore know she’s not — oh... wait... she’s a pr manager. — daniel continued, “you’re correct about people being nuisances. i sometimes have to deal with them at dream bubble.” he shook his head, then looked over at the music set in the bar, shrugging his shoulders. “i don’t know; why don’t you go ask, and i’ll give it a shot with you? as long as the windows don’t shatter then you will be PEACHY ... or we’ll... depending if i sing with you or not.” just by the thought, there was a teasing tone to his voice with a brow quirked up in amusement.

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ella couldn't help but smile at the agreement, the back and forth the other had done in his head unbeknownst to her. "like, sometimes i really do surprise myself with my own capabilities." some would say the young woman was vain but she preferred to call it 'self-love'. she liked to look nice, liked the finer things in life - was there anything wrong with that? despite that fact, she craved connection with people, more than anything in the world. she never wanted to go home after a long day, the mansion in hollywood hills swallowing her up when it was only her alone and then the maintenance staff... it had crossed her mind to get a little studio somewhere, to make it cosy and very her but what was the point if she could live somewhere without paying any money towards it. "oh, it's alright. they probably do. you and i both know that this is la and where dreams come to die, unless you're successful, of course, but even then... risky business." she widened her eyes as she shook her head. "do you enjoy a bit of karaoke or are you more of a dancer?" it would be nice for her to get to know her colleague a little more.

"yeah, you look..." oh god. wasn't fit like, a flirty word to british people? robin didn't want to flirt with ellinore. not that she was unattractive or anything, clearly not, but robin was pretty sure they weren't each other's types. they were just very different people. plus, she was his colleague, and that would be unprofessional, even though they weren't in a work setting. what about lovely? british people used that word for everything, he'd observed (mostly through ellinore). but it had the word love in it, and again, would that be appropriate? pretty seemed too... condescending, almost. beautiful, gorgeous, whatever, they all sounded too heavy. robin needed to say something casual and friendly. "you look nice," he finally spat out, deciding that nice was the safest word. "i look like a mess, ha. it's very obvious that i haven't had much good sleep." scratching his head, he said, "um, do you want me to ask them?"

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it wasn't a surprise to those who knew her but ellinore had stayed until the club she was at shut and she was unable to get let into another because of her level of intoxication. a kind person on the street had brought her here to at least try to get some water down her before she went to sleep. "you are sat here in this place at five in the morning out of choice?" the young woman widened her eyes before rolling slightly in her seat. "wow. first time for everything, but i'm not drunk! the bouncer said i was drunk but i think it was just because i'm not six foot four and blonde, or something!" her eyes widened again as she wiped them, smudging her mascara further. "not drinking, wow. so, so noble of you." she couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as she teased him. "i've got the day off, lucky me." she deadpanned - she didn't like spending time alone in that big house of her father's so would make every effort to keep the party going. "how about i finish this water because that other lady told me to and then we can go grab something, doesn't have to be a drink but it would be preferable."

📍  　:　  tim  &  jay's 🕐  　:　  5  am

“oh—oh,  no.  i'm  completely  sober.”  shiloh  was  well  aware  of  the  kind  of  people  who  usually  found  themselves  at  tim  and  jay’s  at  this  hour: half-drunk  regulars  nursing  the  last  dregs  of  their  regret  with  cheap  coffee.  alcoholics,  mostly.  men  with  faces  crumpled  like  discarded  newspapers,  women  with  smudged  lipstick  and  last  night’s  mistakes  still  clinging  to  their  skin.  but  shiloh?  he  tooootally  was  above  all  that.  he  hadn't  touched  alcohol  in  weeks,  not  since  he  started  taking  soul  cycling  classes  and  decided  he  actually  liked  waking  up  in  the  morning  without  feeling  like  his  brain  had  been  wrung  out  like  a  dishcloth.  “i  don't  drink  alcohol  anymore—that  shit's  nasty,”  he  said,  as  if  he  hadn't  spent  years  indulging  in  the  same  vices  he  now  turned  his  nose  up  at.  “i  usually  wake  up  at  four  in  the  morning,”  he  added,  like  a  fucking  badge  of  honour,  “have  breakfast  at  around  five.”

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open at bar volante

"god, i look so fit tonight, even after starting work at six a.m." she exclaimed to herself as she looked at herself in her front facing camera. running her fingers through her hair, ellinore sighed and put her phone face down on the table before leaning in closer to the other. "no rest for the wicked, right? and they most definitely need me there because not all bad pr is 'good', contrary to popular belief. people can be such... nuisances." that was her putting it politely. eyes averted towards the music set up which was currently not being used. "do you think they do open mics here? don't want to toot my own horn but i can carry a tune. don't get me wrong though, definitely not one for a career in it." although she didn't let it shoe all the time, words hurt ella and she couldn't subject herself to the constant scrutiny. she was fine to be in the background as long as she could be loud in her own way.

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( synnøve karlsen, cis woman, she/her ) is that ELLINORE ‘ELLA’ ANDERSEN, the 24 year-old PR MANAGER at VORTEX RECORDS? they’re pretty CREATIVE, but people have told me they could be ERRATIC as well. they kinda remind me of JUNGLE by FRED AGAIN…, probably because of the whole FITTED BLAZER AGAINST THE CLUB STROBE LIGHTS, STATEMENT GOLD EARRINGS, RIPPED TIGHTS vibe they’ve got going for them. they live in HOLLYWOOD HILLS, but you can probably find them at RADIANT if you wanted to chat. out of everyone i know, i’d say they’re the most likely to WIN THE LOTTERY ON A WHIM (BECAUSE SHE DID). say what you want about them, but they’re an angeleno through and through. ( kate , she/her, 27, gmt )

growing up, ellinor was the only child born to an american father and a british mother. she never saw much of her father due to his work commitments so raising her ultimately became her mother's job only. she would grow up splitting time in each country, making sure that she had that connection with her mother's parents, etc. the andersen's were extremely wealthy - her father had inherited millions from his late father and his high flying law career only added to the pot. e

llinore's mother had not come from wealth and for some reason, she was ashamed of it. the woman would go on to say how wealth felt very isolating. by the time ellinore was twelve, they'd move permanently to the states for her father to start his own law firm, leaving england behind. the move would hit her mother the hardest her mother was so warm to her, had her own struggles but she always cared about her and what she was doing, her interest (but only when she felt she could do so). ella would grow up to emulate her; the accent, the mannerisms, it was all her mother because she spent the most time with her. she'd never know the secrets her mother held within her.

unfortunately, her mother would pass away just a year later and it would leave ellinore confused, having more questions than answers. it had been clear that her mother wasn't happy - had she missed something? the loss of her mother was a great one - ella turned to partying and considering her father was never home, she had the perfect place to host. many people turned up but there was no one who could she could actually call a friend. it felt like no time at all until her father had replaced her mother with a younger model and this only lead to further resentment. he spent even less time in the house, said that she 'looked too much like her' - the to were married within six months and that raised alarm bells - how long had it actually been going on?

the more she learned about her mother, the more the information wanted her to hate her but she just couldn't - ella had deemed that her father was much, much worse and her mother was just a victim of it all.

it made her sick having to sit in the room with her mother's relatives, saying how much she looked like her, how she had her same expressions - one family member said that she was worried about her and it frightened ellinore but because she didn't know what that meant. had they seen the same future for her as well? ella had never seen her mother as strong, not in the actual sense but she was for continuing to fight for a family she felt like she didn't even have.

she was the one that found her but never disclosed it. ella would take a cab, about ten minutes down the street after washing herself and would put in the call that she was supposedly drunk but worried about her mother. she had lied about it all but she figured it was better than telling the truth.

ellinore's own mental health started to rapidly decline. she had managed to make a friend at her new school, someone that stuck by her and defended her when necessary but it didn't feel enough. learning that she had a sister, that her father had cheated on her mother like that, that he had rejected the other - it was the ultimate betrayal. she wasn't good enough for him, that's what it felt like. after that revelation, it made her wonder whether her mother had known and that had caused her quick demise and if so, how much pain she was truly in whilst trying to look out for her daughter at the same time. it was the unknown that greatly upset her. ella didn't trust him, she couldn't. although he hadn't been around much, she did idolise him due to his work ethic but that quickly faded once she learned the truth about him.

she'd got drunk at her birthday party, slept her her friend's boyfriend and suffered what could only be described as a mental break. it had all got too much and she was in such a self-destructive mode that night. despite being hurt, her now ex best friend had been the one to call the emergency services that night. she'd lost everything, her mother, her best friend, her father as she was convinced that he hated her - he only came to the hospital once to visit her and then never again (he was too busy travelling around europe so it was clear where his priorities lie).

all of her higher education plans were cancelled for the meantime. she would go on to study fashion design but was finding recovery rather difficult. it was hard to be in that big house by herself. ellinore had rejected her sister as well but this was the time she was so close to reaching out, however, they didn't know each other, it wasn't like she could reach out for help. two years later, ellinore started to go to university but dropped out six months into her first term. there was a lot of pressure, she felt unsupported, she had become the 'mean girl' stereotype because she knew that people had a hard time liking her so why not just play into it? her sense of self and self-worth was greatly lacking and people saw her as trouble. of course, she was excellent at parties, a charmer just like her father, but it was all surface level and what people said to her face instead of behind her back was very different. another break that had emulated her mother's and one of her aunts got scared. she took the flight over only to be charmed by ellinore's father and leave straight after.

it was her father that got her the internship in pr to begin with, a firm believer that she had to 'stop being dramatic and moping about' so she took it and a couple years later, she found herself as a pr manager for vortex. ellinore could hold her own when it mattered, manipulate if necessary but she knew she had nothing else going for her. she is frequently seen in clubs for the elite, pouring her father's pennies down the drain as he's completely gone to europe somewhere with his new wife, but she'll always get up in the morning. she's trying the matcha drinking and running and that works but she's always lead back to the club. "do as i say, not as i do."

little notes:

she doesn't disclosed her struggles with her mental health and wants to avoid it when possible. however, if she drinks and gets upset, it definitely shows and leaves people wondering what's going on with her.

gets carried away with a party - drinks too much but also never wants to leave until closing, even if she's in tears.

ellinore also has somewhat of a fake standard english accent - her mother's influence, a way to distance herself from her father, lack of sense of self, there's multiple reasons for the accent tweak but she'd been talking like she does for years now and it has stuck.

can really sing! she used to be part of choirs but got bullied for it so hard in her high school freshman year, she quit. calls singing 'lame' but then gets on karaoke and...

is a loewe stan.

loves pj harvey.

a fan of dark nail polish.

sometimes talks in her sleep.

she's really good at her job but at what cost?

the house she's staying in now is her fathers but he comes every couple of days and leaves so she's really just said it's her's - hosts amazing house parties!