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{It took Mel a few moments to notice the voice in the background had been referring to her -- and when she heard the 'thanks', she turned around.} Hmm? Oh -- Sorry! If I had know you were trying to take a picture, I would have moved out of the way.

[Cameron was busy snapping photos, he had to finish this piece before finals came and threw him in a whirlwind.] Hey, can you just stay still for a moment? That’s actually a pretty good shot. [when he takes the photo he smiles] Thanks.

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{Pulling out her headphones, Melissa folds her book closed, blushing slightly.} Oh... Uh, that would be me. I often find myself singing along without realising it. Sorry if I disrupted your study!

Oh, hm?

Sorry I … really wasn’t paying attention.

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{Melissa is hunched over a notebook, jumping slightly as the voice from the doorway startles her.} Oh! I uh, drawing. Just drawing. Sorry, I can move --  {Turning around, she smiles at the familiar face.} Oh, if it isn't The Flash. You certainly look a little different out of costume.

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{Melissa stood quietly in the doorway, so not to disturb the boy as he worked on the canvas. The way he worked intrigued her, and as he took a step back, she walked into the room, clearing her throat loudly over the music to alert him of her presence.} Heard the music and couldn't help but come and have a look. Music from the studio means only one thing -- after all, you're the only person I know that can focus whilst it's this loud. I much prefer the sound of whatever is going on around me.

[His attention is fully on the canvas before him. Music blares from the studio, the lights dimmed within and the door cracked. He moves the brush in a few short swipes before stepping back and holding a photo out in front of him for some kind of comparison. The two bare no resemblance of note, save for smaller details, and yet the boy nods slowly in approval.]

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None of that 'Kumbaya' shit? {Mel laughed slightly, a feigned frown forming on her face.} Just as I was preparing my tambourine and tapping sticks, too. But honestly, you don't know that unless you try. Half the stuff I draw is utter shit, but it doesn't matter, I just do it to keep myself busy. There you have it -- I guess you're just going to have to focus on school for a while. {Laughing again, she pushes him gently on the shoulder.} God knows how you're going to make that interesting if you're not willing to join my hymn circle. 

[he had to smirk at the exasperated sigh, the amount of times he had gotten that sigh from people really shouldn’t surprise him. You had to be bad if you got that expression from everyone you had ever met. He was tempted to grab the last cigarette but he didn’t need it right now. He would have to buy more later] I’ve told you before, right? There’s no point changing my mind — I’m not impressed with what the world has to offer & I haven’t painted or written anything that’s worth broadcasting. The only reason I’m sober right now is simple, I need to do well if I want to get into a decent school — that’s my last ditch effort right now. [he had run a hand through his hair, he would be seeing his mother soon and he didn’t want to think about it] I’m not doing any of that Kumbaya shit.

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{Rolling her eyes, Mel let out an exasperated sigh.} Don't look at me like that -- you're so quick to shut down any of my ideas! At least I'm trying, and that's more than you can say of yourself if you keep thinking like that. You do realise that in order to make a change, you've got to give positivity a chance. You're definitely a glass half-empty kind of guy, aren't you. Lucky for you, I'm the opposite.

I love sleeping but I can’t sleep. I love cigarettes but I’m on my last one. I love recreational drugs but last time I did that shit something bad happened. I love writing but my muse has been shot. And so on.

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Mel smiled at the familiar face, gesturing towards the seat across from her. "Oh hey -- Sydney, right? Sure, go ahead! I know those coffee-inhaling feels, and I'm not too fond of sitting alone anyway. Did you go to the Halloween party last night? It was honestly so big I wouldn't have even known if half of my friends were there or not."

Sydney chuckled a little by the girls comment. ‘I wasn’t going to mention that, but fair enough,’ she replied shrugging her shoulders a little ‘Mind if I join you? This place is packed and I need to be seated when inhaling this coffee,’ she asked.

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The key to that, for me, was never starting. But I guess it's a little too late for you. {Mel laughs, shrugging her shoulders.} You just have to find something else to take your mind off things. I know you can paint, so that's a start. What else do you love?

Oh God. [he said, grabbing a cigarette, shaking his head, lighting it] I’m already tempted.

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It's not too bad, you know. I mean, in all honesty I prefer being sober to anything else. But then again -- I'm me. At least when we hang out you won't be tempted.

Let’s try this sober thing.

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I look tragic. I have wig hair. Is that even a thing? I don't know. I need a hair brush badly. And this coffee to hurry up. Is this what all hangovers feel like? No wonder I don't drink.

Are you mad? You look fine. 

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Oh, I'd totally offer you some.  {She replied jokingly, tapping the seat beside her, inviting the boy to sit.} But as you can see my this train wreck I've got going on, I don't have any on me.

Don’t worry, we both look like shit.

I need make-up.

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{The Halloween party had been fun -- too fun, judging by her headache. It wasn't often that she went out, in fact, she never went out. Coffee was what she needed, and as she sat down in the cafe, a familiar face approached her and she looked up, laughing slightly.} Yes, I'm aware of how bad I look right now.

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Akamai Halloween 2014 Melissa Nash -- The Little Mermaid 

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{Nodding her head, Mel agreed with what Tiffany was saying.} You're right. I just have to decide if that's what I'm ready for... I need a break from it all -- so I'm going out tonight, to an actual party. I bet you never thought you'd see the day!

I’m sorry to hear that. If you don’t want to see her or even him, that’s okay but if you do want to see them that’s okay too. They are apart of your past, and of who you are. No one is going to hate you for reaching out to them..

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{Mel watched as he lit the cigarette -- she had never chosen to smoke, nor did she ever really plan on it.} Oh, no. I'm not trying to change your mind -- I don't believe anyone but themselves can do that. You have to do that for yourself. I'm just trying to... Open it. Because, I mean, how can you expect to change your mind unless you're shown alternative options? {Furrowing her eyebrows as Eli talked, she watched over the city in silence, before turning her head to the boy.} I've never been very good at getting straight to the point, you see. Some people aren't as comfortable talking about some things as others -- death is one of those things. It's a topic you have to be cautious about... And I'm a very cautious person, I wouldn't like to add to anyones hurt. I can see why you don't understand, though. I can't imagine anyone does. Mental illness is a tricky thing in that way, it's often misunderstood. I can only imagine how hard it's been on you.

[Eli had grown up in an unstable environment, though his parents loved each other it was dangerous one. He had taken a cigarette out, relying on it too much, taking a long drag, leaning against the railing, nodding his head] I don’t like what the world has to offer. That’s just me though. There’s no point in trying to change my mind about it, you know? [he shrugged his shoulders]

My mom’s always been sick. She tried to kill herself again, it failed and the repercussions were more fatal now she’s fighting to live. I don’t understand it. And just to be clear — you can be straight with me. Everyone wants to know how she’s dying, so you can just ask me.

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I don't know. I'm kind of... Growing on the idea. Besides, I'll be bored otherwise. I've always wanted to go as The Little Mermaid. I never really got to trick or treat when I was younger -- maybe once, or twice. If that... So I guess it's a little exciting. I mean, I wouldn't choose to go so maybe it's a good thing I'm being dragged there.

Fuck that. Don’t go anywhere you don’t want to. Nobody can force you to do anything, yanno?

Whatcha gonna be?

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I must admit, this idea is growing on me. I always wanted to be The Little Mermaid for halloween?

You will once you wear a killer costume and hang out with me.