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          CASSIA NEVER FELT LIKE the oldest of the group just because she really was. it had more to do with personality and experience than a number really — she felt like she had lived a hundred lifetimes already, folded like paper into everyone she had encountered, and whilst she wished desperately to just be a normal girl she knew there was no changing who she was. for some reason, even this scenario made her acknowledge how far away she was from the sane world. 

she followed nelly’s movements closely, but knew she wouldn’t remember anyway so she let the younger be in charge of this one. it was nice that she took the time anyway, and when an unfamiliar song started playing cassia could only give nelly a confused look. «nope, never saw that one.»

         HER HEAD SHOOK OFF the statement as she smiled. “you’re kidding.” but it didn’t take long for her to figure out she was not. “oh my god you’re not kidding — cass.” her body modeled her mind, shoulders shrugging and eyes searching everywhere and nowhere for an answer. “i don’t even know what to... the cheetah girls! you know, we are sisters, we stand together? we make up one big family though we don’t look the same?” she sang, hoping the tune could reach some trace of familiarity in her mind.

“wow. i’m gonna have to download it later for us to watch. it has such a good story and the vocals, the musical production, raven symone and adrienne bailon in one group singing about sisterhood and female empowerment? god, it was so iconic. we’re watching it. all three movies.” she hadn’t even realized the song had changed to ‘belle’ from beauty in the beast. “oh! this song! — you know you kinda remind me of belle. if we had to tag ourselves as disney princesses, you would be her." nelly began counting off on her fingers, "beautiful, smart, sees the good in people, you're for sure her.”

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“i didn’t think that far ahead.” the charade plays on, her voice losing the rich deepness she attempted at. “take you under? how ever the carpet will lead us, nell.” she poked her head out from the side, dropping her hands from nelly’s eyes and to her side now. her eyes followed down her face to the skateboard, “so i see you already have a carpet ride you’re ready to ride? fuck me, huh? no loyalty.”

her head shakes as the joke went over her head, but still she smiles. “really? my board screams ‘fuck avery lives’ to you?” nelly chuckles and lifts her board in the air with one hand. “wanna ride it? i mean what better way to assert your power over such a negative force?” she set the board rolling a few inches ahead of them and held out a hand toward avery to help her get on. “do you trust me?” she asked, quirking a brow.

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@avcntura

“tommy,” she began with a restless energy. she set the passenger seat upright and checked behind her to see that everyone else was asleep. sighing, her head fell into her hand supported by the armrest. “i’m bored.” a flat red lollipop sat in her mouth, slowly wrinkling the inside of her cheek as she’d gotten too lazy to suck on it. no longer wanting to put in the effort, she took the candy out of her mouth and reached over to stick it on tommy’s cheek.

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          LETTING OUT A GROAN, she accepted defeat. well... temporary defeat. it was always interesting when nelly found someone just as stubborn as her. and while badgering cassia to allow her to help did come with a bit of amusement, she knew there was a certain point when she had to stop. sometimes words alone weren’t enough, and people had to find themselves in multiple dead ends before simply asking for help. it was then that she would prevail. and eventually, she did.

“oh, so now you want my help?” cocking her head to the side, nelly’s wide eyes were fixed on cassia as snatched her phone from her. “watch, okay?” she displayed the phone screen to her while navigating to spotify, and for a moment, their roles seemed reversed. it was like teaching a kid how to tie their shoes. “and then you open the playlist and press the big green shuffle button.” nelly tapped on it as she explained and suddenly ‘amigas cheetahs’ began playing from the speaker. “oh fuck yes.”

it was amazing how quickly a song could take her into a whole different mood. she gestured a hand toward cassia as she began lip syncing, acting as if it were a serenade. but once the drum beats dropped, her body naturally moved to the rhythm. she looked at cassia with expectant eyes, urging her to join in on the chorus. “—cheetahs, friends for life. the rhythm in each other, that’s what keeps us tight!”

          THERE WERE MANY THINGS to be said about cassia qasim, many of them nice, some of them unkind — but most of them true. it was undeniable; the fact that she was an odd one in her self-imposed loneliness and that coldness she wore like a cloak. it had made her stubborn to a fault.

it was why she found herself with nelly’s phone in hand after volunteering to go back to the van and put her playlist on shuffle, and it was why she found herself unable to ask the younger girl who was standing next to her just how she performed such a simple task. cassia and technology had never been much of a fit — she was one for old books and parchment paper and latin poetry. yesterday was the first time in months she had checked her email. 

nel had probably trudged along with cassia knowing this would happen, and cassia had swatted away her hand when she had attempted to help the first time. the older had to admit defeat as the seconds turned into minutes, but her own pride would surely take offense to it. «fine. i’m 80 years old, you win ! please help me.»

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she was preparing to take off. skateboard in hand, the night air blowing lightly against her hair, and all the open space ahead screaming ‘you’re free! be free!’ but her thoughts came to a halt with the hands coming over her eyes. she felt her heart jump, and part of her was ready to square up, her free hand already balled up in a fist. then the sound of her — strangely altered — voice came, allowing nelly’s body to relax. “what kinda carpet are we talking?” she asked, tone duly suggestive. “are you gonna take me over, sideways, and under?”

nelly was a ball of different possibilities, what she decided to pull out of the ball was between them to decide. tonight was nothing special, just a night to bother nelly out of the boredom avery carried. she jumped out of the van and made her way to her friend, careful enough to sneak up behind her with her hands finding their way to nelly’s eyes. “hey, wanna take a ride on my magic carpet?” avery said in a lower octave, “it doesn’t smell like must. i promise.” she continued her charade, holding back laughter. // @blucsidcs

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eleanor “nelly” lee • jung jinsol • twenty-one • cis female • the stoner summer storms, fading graffiti on old playgrounds, and warm breath in chilly night air

background

(cw drugs & alcohol mention)

born april 20th, 1997  — aries-taurus cusp y’all

goes by nel & nelly, but mostly nelly. does not like when ppl call her eleanor bcs only her mom rlly calls her that and she thinks it sounds like an old lady name

she comes from a middle-class family residing in santa barbara, california

her mom is a travel nurse, the family’s main source of income, and the enforcer parent, while her father is a school teacher, the more understanding parent, and the pushover

throughout her youth, nelly attended an all girls catholic private school and her mother was always adamant about her having proper manners and etiquette

but ofc she always went against this whenever she could and naturally carries herself in a very relaxed manner (think sitting w/ her legs wide open, slouching back in her chair, propping her feet on top of any nearby surface)

growing up, she was most influenced by her two aunts (aka tommy’s moms) and always wanted to be more like them opposed to her mother

she actually grew up with her cousin basically being like her brother and was even born because of him. it just took one look at a newborn tommy for her parents to be like “ok we’re having one”

aside from nelly’s lack of poise and grace, what seems to irk her mother the most is her lack of motivation and drive

having no particular hobbies outside of surfing and skating, nelly struggled to find a subject she was passionate enough about to make into a career (she was undeclared in college for the two years she was there)

as she matured, however, she did seem to become very set in one thing: pleasure —  which she tended to find through partying, drinking, drugs, and anything that causes an adrenaline rush or alters her perception/mood

eventually, this got to a point where she would only focus on that, neglecting school, and consequently getting kicked out of college

but this didn’t faze her since she figured her mom would never be pleased with anything she did anyway, so it pretty much lead her to where she is now

she’s mostly on the trip to figure herself out and knows she really doesn’t contribute much to the group, but she thinks it’ll be a great bonding experience for all of them

she actually has so much love for her friends but doesn’t readily admit it lol

personality

traits i put down for her app when i was first using her were introspective and decisive, yet disobedient and hedonistic

but not introspective in the sense that she’s shy, she’s just tries (emphasis on tries) to be very self-aware and conscious of what she does, especially when it comes to her emotions, which she ofc hides v well

she’s pretty sociable, generally friendly and will approach just about anyone, but she also can come off a bit strong bcs she’s pretty direct and assertive

very non-committal but once she’s set on something, she’s Loyal, she’s For It, she’s Unwavering in her decisions and feelings

some extra facts abt her:

she loves the feeling of floating, also feeling like she’s flying — which is why she loves surfing/skating so much

can’t drive

once got lost on public transportation and said “never again”

on drugs like half the time honestly,,, she’s usually on weed, but hallucinogens are her second go-to (esp psychedelics and dissociatives)

she’s p conscious of her drug usage tho?? like she strays away from heroin, cocaine, and nicotine bcs she’s not trying to be like,,, scarily dependent on drugs to the point where she can’t function w/o them

she’s deff tried a lot of stuff at least once tho bcs #OneTimeForTheOneTime

i made a pinterest board for her here (and wow i forgot she has a knife collection lmaO. BUT it’s smth she j came across, like she didn’t buy them, they were kinda just given to her and she was like [shrug] ok kinda sus but they’ll be useful ig)

also

she’s Gay

#Let’sGoLesbians

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EERIE EVENINGS // INTRO INTERVIEW // TAKE FOUR // MEET NELLY

"uh..."

what's your name? age? what do you do for a living?

“oh my god... okay. hi i’m nelly, welcome to my youtube channel—” she bursts into a fit of laughter, looking off camera as she attempts to compose herself. after a few seconds, she settles down and looks straight into the lens. “ahhh, okay okay. uh, hi. nelly. twenty-one. and... what was the last question? — oh.” she chuckles. “i... breathe... yeah.”

what do you do for the group?

she makes a face. “uh... i’m in charge of,” she puts up a thumb as if she were to begin counting off the number of responsibilities she has, but she freezes, realizing she has none. “idontfuckinknow, um...” for a few seconds she stares at her finger in silence while her mind struggles to find a response. then shrugging, she answers, “...me?” raising her finger in emphasis, she looks into the camera, uncertain.

do you believe in the supernatural? have any past experiences?

“is that even a question? ghosts, demons, it’s all real. in catholic school they’d tell us stories about people getting possessed so that we’d make sure to ‘cast away our demons’ when we pray. i mean i obviously don’t agree with everything they taught us, but like... i took that shit seriously — especially when the exorcist came! oh my god, they really got an exorcist to scare us into praying.” she chuckles in disbelief of her past. “god, they really did that to us... that was so wild honestly.” nelly is quiet for a moment, but the camera doesn’t budge as her expression reads that she’s still thinking. “ —oh and also, my dad saw a ghost once when he was younger. he said when he was moving out of his old house, the room got cold all of a sudden and then he saw a figure of a woman walking in the kitchen. he jumped out the window so quick and never went back inside.“

what are you most looking forward to on this trip?

“not dying. i mean like, maybe almost dying... but not. that would be an experience,” she says with a laugh. “god... and maybe... i don’t know...” her expression changes, falls almost. “figuring stuff out, i guess. i’m not in school, i don’t have a job, my life doesn’t have much meaning at the moment... really just wandering around.” suddenly her eyes widen slightly as if she’s come to an important realization, but then her face relaxes. she points finger guns to the camera with a smug grin. “kinda like a ghost.”

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