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@canclylips​

Despite being a taciturn person, Elliot somehow always found himself seeking some form of comfort in human contact when he was feeling the most... nostalgic.Of course, he wouldn't ever admit that to anyone; not friends, co-workers, or even himself. Instead of reminiscing or emotionally dealing with anything he found himself at the greenhouse. Throwing himself into work typically did the trick but when socializing with garden-goers was no longer enough to satiate the need to have an actual conversation, he called Erika.

While Elliot considered quite a few people around town to be his aquaintances, there were very few he claimed as friends. The blonde had found her way into the latter category sometime in college and he genuinely did enjoy her company. He was cleaning off one of the tables he used for cutting flowers when she got there. "Hey," the boy greeted, "How are you?" 

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Elliot had few complaints about the towers; his was clean, the elevators worked, and most of his neighbors were nice enough to mind their own. When anyone started to get loud or obnoxious, or even if he just couldn’t fall asleep, he typically just headed back to the greenhouse. No matter what time it was there was always work to do and tonight was no different. He had just grabbed his laptop and shoved it in a bag before heading out the door when he heard one of his neighbors. “I was actually just headed out, but I can say something if you would like.”

As soon as she exited the elevator, Vita could hear the sounds of shouting down the halls. Why did everyone in her apartment complex need to be so loud all the time, especially on nights when she was coming back from a 12 hour shift.

She turned her head to one of her neighbours, who had peaked their head out the door at all the commotion. “Are you gonna tell them to shut up, or should I?”

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Faith didn’t know what drew her to Elliot, he was definitely not the kind of people she went for, granted she never had a solid type- if she was into you, she was into you and you would end in her bed somehow. There was something quirky and stable about Elliot that she liked and despite their first awkward happenings, things did get better and they somehow ended up into limbo of friends who fuck occasionally.

Faith was just going through her photos from The Graveyard when she heard the knock at the door, she wasn’t expecting anybody and she was sure Cassia had her key. She walked over to the door and seeing Elliot she smiled. “You look stunned,” she commented with a smirk. “Were you expecting someone else?”

She opened her door wider letting him in, she shook her head trying not to laugh. If this was a booty call- what’s with the flower. “I think we have a vase around her somewhere, Cassia loves flowers,” she said leading him to the kitchen. She reached underneath the sink grabbed the vase, she filled it up with some water before handing it over to Elliot. “What’s up?”

Elliot always had some sort of greenery on him. Between working at the greenhouse and taking work home with him literally there was always a spare leaf or a twig on his clothing or in his hair. Sometimes he managed to take entire clippings back to his apartment before he realized he needed a new pot and soil and surface area to put it somewhere. He started to get in the habit of carrying flowers with him after visiting his ‘herb’ patch. They were a good gift for anyone and the scent of a fresh cut flower typically overwhelmed any skunk. He knew he didn’t have to hide any smell from Faith, it was more a courtesy than anything else.

“It’s not for Cassia,” he said offhandedly before he realized she was talking about the vase. “It’s for you. Can’t show up anywhere empty handed, you know me.” There was a goofy smile on his face as he rested against kitchen counter. “What’s up with you?”

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 @faithcampbxll​

Elliot was at peace with most things in his life; disconnecting with his parents, managing the greenhouse, living in a messy one-bedroom apartment with thin walls, and finding escapes through the little things in life. He wasn’t entirely sure how his relationship- or lack thereof- with Faith started. Maybe it had to do with the things in his life he hadn't delt with yet, maybe not. All he knew is that he had a particularly long day at work and he was just looking for relief. That’s how he found himself knocking on her door with a wilted peony in his hand. He was almost startled when she answered but he found the words tumbling out of his mouth, “Hey.. I um.. this needs water,” He held the flower up to her, “Do you have a vase?”

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maggiebakcr:

She’d hung out with him enough to vaguely recall what he was saying when he talked about plants. But for the most part, she didn’t get it. So she just nodded her head and hit him with a cool or a yeah when he started speaking greenhouse. Not that it wasn’t cool, because it was. Maggie just didn’t understand most of it. She was also usually high when they talked, so retaining any information wasn’t the easiest. Maggie took her own hit, letting the smoke fill her lungs before carefully exhaling. “No,” she said, furrowing her brow at him. What was it? Pick on Mags day? “I actually made it all the way to work and then to the grocery store and back without getting lost and without using my GPS. Maybe that didn’t seem like a feat for a normal person, but Maggie had absolutely no sense of direction. “I’m gonna stop telling you stuff if you’re just gonna tease me about it,” she chuckled, lighting the bowl and breathing it in again.

"That's.. Actually impressive. I'm- and I genuinely mean this- I'm proud of you," the boy siad with a smile. Elliot knew his idea of banter was a lot more like poking a bear than clever, witty remarks and he often found himself backtracking as to not be a complete asshole. He had a precarious balance of snark and sincerity that kept his walls up. That's why he liked hanging out with his neighbor; they kept things light. He leaned over to take the bowl back. "Would you really stop telling me stuff? I thought my banter is what kept you around. And this," he raised the glass toward her before taking another hit and sinking back into the couch.

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maggiebakcr

Maggie shot him a look when he mentioned Scout. But it was only in jest. “I chose not to bring her today because I knew you’d say something about her hair. She can’t help that she sheds occasionally.” She chuckled to herself, slipping out of her shoes before doing just as he’d said and making herself at home in the papasan chair. She placed the pizza on the coffee table and pulled her pipe out of her hoodie pocket. “Just cleaned it,” she told him. Usually it was caked in ash and resin from previous use. But now it was (almost) good as new. “So what’s new with you?”

He took her pipe and gently rested it on his palm as he packed the bowl. "Me? You should know there's rarely anything new with me... I may or may not have found out how to propagate one of the annual plants from the greenhouse," he offered as an answer. His immediate defense for any remotely personal question was to steer the conversation to work. Fortunately, a degree in biology with a focus in botany made it easy. Elliot plopped on the couch opposite Maggie and raised the bowl to his lips. He inhaled as he watched the green burn and then exhaled as he passed the piece back to the blonde. "What about you, hmm? Made any wrong turns today?" There was a jestful tone to his voice, but he would happily draw her a map if she ever asked him to. His first six months in the town involved driving the wrong way up three different one way streets and making various turns until he got where he needed to be.

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A playlist for ELLIOT FELLNER 

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more of the same caroline rose || i wish i was the moon neko case || don’t know how to keep loving you julia jacklin || funeral singers sylvan esso and collections of colonies of bees || acountability hadley kannary || used 2 be a romantic field medic || you weren’t there anymore negative gemini || not big thief || every grain of sand bob dylan || avant gardener courtney barnett 

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Elliot opened the door and took a slice of pizza before leading his friend back to the couch. His apartment stayed in a constant state of cozy haze with miscilanious smoking devices and propigations scattered over various flat surfaces. He cleared a space on the coffee table for the pizza and took the drinks to the fridge. "You know the drill, make yourself at home," he waved to the couch and papasan chair in the livng area. "Where's Scout? Y'know I might as well pay a pet deposit for how much dog hair you bring in," he teased.

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Thank God it was Friday night. It had been quite the uneventful week and all Maggie wanted to do was relax. And relaxing meant heading to Elliot’s to get high. She’d come home after work and took Scout for a walk, fed her, popped a frozen pizza in the oven and then grabbed a couple cans of Dr Pepper before heading down the hall to Elliot’s door. With her hands full of a pizza plate and the drinks, she used her foot to kick the door a few times in lieu of a knock. “It’s Maggie,” she called, her lips close to the crack in the door. “I come bearing food and drinks.” 

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{ timothee chalamet ♔ 24 ♔ he/him } well, well, well if it isn’t [elliot fellner] running around peach hollow. legend has it, they come from [tangerine towers] and have lived here for [six years]. if you’re wondering what they’ve been up to, i hear they  [manage the greenhouse] for a living. they have been known to be [aloof] yet [meticulous]. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching. { ruby ♔ 23 ♔ est ♔ she/her }

TW: overdose

Grew up in a comfortable home in decatur, atlanta w/ both parents and a younger sister. His parents both teach at emory and are highly educated biologists. That’s part of where his love for plants stems from 

He had a collection of pressed flowers framed on his wall and various succulents throughout his room growing up. He helped his parents grow herbs and veggies in the family garden. If he saw a cool piece of moss somewhere he would take a sample home with him and put it under a microscope. 

His parents always pushed him to do well in school. Like really pushed him. They were the “B isn’t good enough” kind of parents. Never the disappointment he always had A’s. He only ever did enough to skirt by though. His grade average was probably 90.1 when he graduated. He spent more time figuring out how little he could get away with than actual schoolwork

He started smoking to impress a girl at his school like any silly high school boy. He would sneak out of his bedroom window and meet up with friends and his crush. He got the girl- they started dating and she turned out to be kind of a wild child. Between her and the friend group, he was introduced to all sorts of drugs. 

They would all carpool to different parks and trails in the southeast and hotbox the cars and spend hours/days/weekends in nature taking various drugs. This led to a few… accidents. Before he graduated high school he had two friends die from overdose and one in rehab. The tragedies had strengthened his relationship with his girlfriend, but distanced him from his family. 

He knew he could get into emory easier than the average applicant, but partly to prove himself and partly to distance himself from a family legacy of masters degrees he followed his gf to winchester university. Of course this pressure put a strain on their relationship (he didn’t really talk to her before he applied), and they wound up drifting apart before freshman year was over. 

He mainly kept to himself the rest of college. Got a job at the greenhouse to help his minor drug habit. While he didn’t talk to his parents often, they always told him they would put him through college as long as he went and they were true to their word. He moved to the Tangerine Towers his sophomore year and they picked up the rent until he got his degree.

When he graduated he stopped talking to his parents, holidays being the only exception. There wasn’t really any ill blood, they all just had very different opinions on his life choices and felt it best left undiscussed. 

He took a few business classes to help him at work and was promoted to manager after school. He loves the greenhouse. He’d move in if they would let him. 

He still smokes recreationally and will take shrooms every so often. He’s mainly swapped to casual drinking. 

Wanted Connections:

Ex gf- she would’ve introduced him to any and all drugs when they were in high school. He followed her to college in peach hollow and they grew apart when they got here. Lots of angst to drag up w/ their mutual hs friends (two dead, one in and of rehab) and any unfinished feelings

College roommates- he stayed at the dorms one year and then moved to the towers. He probably had roommates until he graduated and moved to a one bedroom though. 

Hiking/nature buddy- open 

Little sister- other than being from atl this one is pretty open

Hook ups- elliot is definitely one to keep it casual so maybe there’s one sided pining? Maybe there’s no pining and it’s purely physical? Who knows? 

Best friend/confidant- he’s not one to open up to many people, so someone that he’s told about his hs shenanigans and occasional trips maybe?

Anything really!!