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eleanor cared very little about the supposed list that the anonymous source was being so coy about - it was obvious that anyone close (or the furthest from that) would be included in it. she fully expected her name to be there but it wasn't a cause for concern. what she was concerned about is that her hatred of lizzie had been evident when she was alive and she now didn't want people looking in her direction and accusing her of something so heinous. marina was a familiar face, one that she might have actually got on with if lizzie hadn't been at her side constantly. "so, this list then..." eleanor raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "are you worried?" @sirengazed (for marina ).

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it was something that she would never wish to happen, no matter how much dislike she held for the younger woman, she had never wanted her dead. now, the circus that followed it was getting rather out of hand. eleanor knew, she just knew she was on that list but weren't so many peopole jealous of her? 'it's a disease' she would always say, even when she was in the wrong.

"don't worry, babes." eleanor started but her brow furrowed. "unless you've got something to be worried about? if that's the case then worry your little heart out." she herself had been far from close with the now dead student and that really didn't make her look the best. it wasn't like there was even a fall from friendship arc - she had just decided to hate elizabeth harrington from the off and now she was gone. "honestly, losers like that who run anon blogs are the obsessed ones and, to put it in childs speak... who smelt it, dealt it... so they sound like they definitely know what happened and it is terrible." her hand flew to her chest melodramatically. "oh, sorry." easily distracted, eleanor looked down at her cigarette. "did you want one? you look stressed."

♡ ˚ ﹔ open starter ( 0/4 ) ♡ ˚ ﹔ location ; anywhere around campus

a blog? a hidden face hiding behind the comfort of a faceless blog that decided someone knew something about lizzie. something they weren’t sharing with everyone else, but why? the questions bounced around in her head for a while, searching for any kind of answer as her eyes narrowed in on the word confess. what the hell did all of this mean?

her head turned with the sound of footsteps connecting with the ground underneath them, her phone slipping from her fingertips in the process. arden lunged forward but it was no use, the device tapped the end of her boot and was in front of the other individual instead. “shit, sorry … i’m usually not clumsy — ugh, this fucking blog. can’t they just let her rest?” sure, anyone who knew lizzie would know she’d have been amused by all of the attention, but the blonde’s mind longed for a break. “are you busy right now?”

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a big sigh escaped eleanor as she leaned forward, fingers grasping the bench beneath her. "is that really the case, calvin?" her brow furrowed. "there's a lot of space yet you choose to sit right beside me. should i be flattered? you know, if you sat here because you want to spend time with me, you'll be quickly disappointed." she didn't know where she was going with it, perhaps it would have been best to completely ignore the other's presence but deep down, eleanor was lonely and she was feeling it more and more the more people talked about lizzie. there wasn't a certain point that made eleanor hate the other so much, she wasn't even sure if she did 'hate' her but the other had been so fake and once that was confirmed, eleanor ran with it.

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cash has his eyes on the prize while his legs do their due diligence in propelling him forward, making way in a timely - yet sophisticated manner. not an ounce impolite. as he rounds the edge, he sees another sitting in his favorite spot. "is this seat taken?" cash asks with curious eyes and arms full of books. "i swear, my intent is not to bother you." he is already placing books delicately on the stone bench that envelopes the fountain. the bag slung over his shoulder tumbles to the ground delicately. "this spot has the best view is all," he offers a smile with a meek shrugging of his shoulders.

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eleanor's ears pricked at the sound of what appeared to be another hater. "finally! someone with a good head on their shoulders." she nodded even though it was quite the rich statement coming from her. she had never got on with lizzie, had thought that she was extremely fake (again, rich coming from eleanor...) and never had any desire to fit with her - if anything, it made her want to oppose her further. still, it had unsettled her that the other was now dead, she never wanted that. "honestly, it's draining me but it's very on brand for her, don't you think? also..." her brow furrowed. "how come literally everyone is talking about her like she was some sort of angel. know i'm not perfect but i wonder if the same would be said about me, if people would lie through their teeth..."

# OPEN STARTER. LOCATED ANYWHERE.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“  and  here  i  thought  that  stupid  party  was  going  to  be  the  last  time  we’d  have  to  hear  lizzie’s  name,  ”    annoyed  huff  slipping  out  of  her  with  an  eye  roll  that’s  quick  to  follow.    it’s  no  surprise  that  she  hated  lizzie.    a  hatred  that  runs  so  deep,    she’s  hardly  batted  an  eyelash  after  hearing  about  what  happened.    actually,    that’s  not  true,    but  brooke  would  rather  be  next  than  admit  it  to  anyone.    “  for  the  record,    i’m  sure  there’s  a  lot  more  people  that  could’ve  seen  her  the  night.    i  mean,    girl  power  and  all  that,    but  everyone  knows  she  got  around.  maybe  one  of  her  play  things  got  to  her.  ”

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[  cis woman.  she/her.  muse 11.  ]  welcome  back  to  montclair  university,  eleanor ruth astor-middleton  !  according  to  your  student  file  you're  a  TWENTY FOUR  year  old  sophomore,  studying  fashion design,  and  funny  enough  you  were  voted  most likely to become the new vogue editor-in-chief  your  senior  year  of  high  school  back  home  in  london, england.  i  can  totally  see  it  with  your  creative,  forthright  and  erratic  personality  !  but  enough  about  that  —  i  heard  you  were  lizzie  harrington's  enemy.  makes  sense  when  you  take  into  consideration  your  status  as  a  legacy  student…  and  the  fact  that  you're  hiding  [ redacted ].  you're  often  seen  at  opulence,  and  you  kind  of  embody  a middle parting with sunglasses sitting on the top of her head, an oversized shirt paired with fishnet tights and trainers, smudged mascara, frantic messaging when not getting a response, a collection of pj harvey vinyls without having a record player, the first to get the drinks out  …  not  to  mention  people  always  seem  to  hum  brutal  by  olivia rodrigo..  when  you're  around,  but  you'll  always  be  known  on  campus  as  THE ABYSS  who  enjoys  singing  and  has  109.7k  instagram  followers…  good  luck  this  semester  !

triggers: mental illness, abandonment tw

the backstory:

growing up, eleanor believed that she was an 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. ellinore'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 eleanor 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.

when she was younger, she worked as a model for her mother’s cosmetic company. without realising it, el was responsible for her mother’s success because it made the woman branch out into new foundation shades - it wasn’t perfect but it was a step in the right direction and her mother was applauded whilst felicity became the face of the entire company - not just the face but the name of astoria cosmetics. you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing her face. it did cause controversy with her being young, as well as eleanor receiving hate for how she looked but it got people talking. opportunities arose from this - her mother's friends inviting her to model in their shows despite being a little shorter than the runway model.

unfortunately, her mother would leave just a year later and it would leave eleanor confused, having more questions than answers. it had been clear that her mother wasn't happy - had she missed something? it was all so sudden. it was evident that her mother didn't like her father but she hadn't chosen to take her with her? why? did she really disregard her like that or had her father said something to her? eleanor 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?

eleanor's own mental health started to rapidly decline and all of the people around her failed to notice. 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. 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 mainland europe with his new wife 'skye' 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. two years later, she started to go to university. 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.

she took an immediate disliking to lizzie. perhaps it was the holier than thou attitude, or the fact she saw through lizzie's manipulation - eleanor didn't trust her but not only that, she felt like she needed to resist her, maybe even cause some trouble. the two would become quick enemies, not even pretending to be friends but lizzie didn't really have enemies, did she? eleanor would find herself so influential on paper, so powerful yet she leaded with nothing as that spot had already been filled. she would voice her concerns about the other, maybe even plant a little white lie about her here and there - she didn't know what it was about lizzie harrington that wound her up the wrong way but there had to be something to have that reaction.

the night lizzie supposedly met her demise, eleanor had turned up late - she always made sure of it so that she could make an entrance. she had drank too much, maybe even cried to someone who she deemed a nobody, one of the scholarship people, but she'd done it and somehow had landed in her bed; the same could not be said for elizabeth anne harrington. she'd turn up dead on the monday morning and it would hit eleanor hard. what could have happened? she didn't like the girl, no, but that didn't mean she wanted her dead...

since the new year, she's tried to get in contact with her father but he's not responded. she's a fashion student yet still posts videos of her singing on the internet - everything is disjointed.

little notes:

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

frequently goes to opulence, melody lounge & the brew house.

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. called singing 'lame' but then gets on tiktok under an alias and...

isn't sure what she wants to do with her life. she's really into fashion design and fashion (dare i say that she's a fashion queen with her unlimited daddy's money budget?) but isn't sure what she'll actually do with it. the goal would be to become a creative director for a major fashion brand but she doesn't feel that feasible. versace's going to start looking, right? maybe an influencer is more up her street...

is a loewe stan.

her daddy is 'friends' with anna wintour.

loves pj harvey.

a fan of dark nail polish.

sometimes talks in her sleep.

she is messy, both in organising and behaviour.

either cant sleep so she decides to scrap book while listening to music at three am or she does nothing but sleep.

white cotton poplin is her staple in outfits, whether it be a dress or shirt!

has taken up yoga for the first time and she thinks she's terrible at it - not flexible and unbalanced but she does run a lot when she needs to clear her head and will say it's better to do that here than across the country on a treadmill.

she says she isn't a runner but is very good at it.

her fave colours are blue, green, purple and red but not together