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noeelk:

noel walked around aimlessly, cursing herself for not brushing up on her high school spanish as she struggled to find anyone to point her towards the beach she was looking for. maybe it was a good thing, she didn’t usually take tips from old men sitting on street corners but he had kind eyes and she was trying to be more spontaneous so she had pulled her sun hat a little more snugly around her ears and headed off to try and find what he had called the best beach in all of marbella. “is there any chance you know where this is?” she asked, flinging a piece of paper towards the next person she walked past, not even bothering to look at them properly or attempt to say it in spanish.

Eli’s head quickly jerks to one side, shoulders ducking, and she reaches out to snatch the paper out of the air before it manages to actually give her a papercut on her face. Which... yiiiiiikes, sounds the exact opposite of any kind of fun. ( Phantom pains tingle down her neck at the thought. )

“Up my nose if you don’t watch where you’re flailing that around.” It’s not necessarily angry sounding. Maybe a bit annoyed. Surprised. 

She blinks, narrowing her focus on the paper in front of her, knowing that the Big Dude’ll do her a solid for being nice when she could be justifiably shitty to a stranger.

“Ah, yeah. This is uhh...” She turns, a long lanky arm pointing off to the left. “Just down that way. Cross here and take a left and walk for about uhhh... six or seven minutes. Just make sure you go past the big rocks.”

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@ELICO HAS UPLOADED A NEW PHOTO!

DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES??? #HMM

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the look!!

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rinaxanderson:

miri-avraham:

Miri can only manage a response consisting of a slow nod and a softly spoken “Yeah.”

Eli and their other bandmate were the lady(and man)killers.  Always managing to bring back fans and roadies alike to their tour bus for a more involved meet & greet.  All while Miriam either slept or wrote.

And even here in Spain, the Great One Eight tradition lives on.  

“Nice to meet you, Rina.”  She readjusts her hold on the guitar.  “Running’s cool…”

“There’s literally every way that music could ruin this,” Rina removes her hand from the wrist of the woman she now knows as Miri. An eyebrow raise and she’s shaking her head. “Polka makes my ears bleed and don’t get me started on church hymns. Ghostbusters isn’t that bad of a movie!” she grumbled softly, her eyes rolling. It was two against one here and she only had her unmistakeable beauty to rely on at this point.

Eyes meeting her favorite musician’s and she can’t help but smile, Rina blinks a few times before leaning toward the beer bottle a bit. “I’ve given you quite a bit for it and you know that. Don’t be silly, Eliana,”

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Miri. Though, I’m assuming that’s not your full name.” a quick grin. “Unless you starred in Zack and Miri make a porno,”

Katerina was fairly certain that Eli knew nothing more about her than her apparent love for exercise, weed, and sex. Maybe that was a good thing. “Is that really your most significantly defining fact about me?” another eyeroll. “I swear to god, Miri, Eli is a punkass. I am also exceptional at yoga.” her smile is indicative of just how ridiculous she knows she’s being.

Eli rolls her eyes next and gently bumps her head against Rina’s before handing over the beer. She’d say that Rina knows it isn’t, but that seems a bit too... intimate for a three-person conversation. So she doesn’t. Instead she sticks her free hand in the back pocket of denim shorts and curls bare toes into the grass while they talk.

She doesn’t argue about being a punk-ass. That’s 10000% true.

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miri-avraham:

Miriam takes a moment to study the scene unfolding in front of her.  Eli’s body language.  The way she practically hangs her body over this other girl’s, subtly grazing her breasts at the same time.  Not even batting an eye.  Miri would sooner faint from nerves.

“Nothin’s wrong, Eli.  Your…friend here’s been voicing her opinion ‘bout my music.”

Unphased by the arm being thrown around her, Rina looked over to see none other than one of her favorite people in Marbella. She leaned her head onto Eli’s, smiling at the stranger before her. Though, she realized now where she knew her from.

“Meems? How adorable,” Katerina gushes, a soft laugh floating from her lips. Likely the most musical thing about her. “Music that interrupted my enjoyment of this absolutely outdated tradition,” she smirked, winking at Miriam, her fingers lifting from the woman’s wrist only then.

“Gimme,” she nodded towards Eliana’s beer.

Bullshit, but she doesn’t say it out loud. But dark eyes wander from Miri to Rina and back again. The hand lightly resting against Rina’s sternum lifts then, curling to point her finger at her friend’s guitar.

“There’s literally no way that music doesn’t make this better. Polka would be an improvement, so I know Miri’s hardly ruining anybody’s night. Unless you actually like this, and then I’ll have to be forced to reevaluate our relationship.” Relationship in the loosest sense of the term.

At Rina’s insistence, she lifts the beer bottle close to tantalizing red lips only to pull back at the last second. “What’d you give me for it?”

A beat, then back to Miri. “You guys meet?” Seems a bit late now, Eli, but go ahead. “Miri, Rina. Rina, Miri. Miri’s the most bomb-ass guitar player in this town.” Then she pats Rina’s chest, grinning. “Rina runs. A lot.”

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Unaware of the moment she’s interrupting-- but recognizing that backside anywhere-- Eli ambles back over to her little picnic blanket on the grass and wraps a long arm around Rina’s chest, hooking her chin over the brunette’s shoulder.

“Hey, babe.” A beat in which she lifts the loosely held beer bottle to her mouth and takes a swig before pointing it in Miri’s direction. “What’s wrong with you, Meems? You look like you’re about to throw a clot.”

miri-avraham:

Is it hot in here?  Out here? The brunette’s fingers ghost over her skin, leaving a goosebump trail in their wake, and Miri feels her body betray her by turning ten shades of red in response.  (As she was wont to do in the presence of dominant and incredibly sexy women; much like the one currently touching her.)

“V-van Morrison wrote Brown Eyed Girl…”  Oh G-d.

“He did, didn’t he?” light fingers still ghost the girl’s forearm, a knowing smile painted on her lips. This woman was… different. She was taken aback by things that were second nature for Rina and that was, all in all, new for the girl. 

“Do you always rudely interrupt movies with your music?”

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miri-avraham:

She throws her hands up in mock surrender.  Eli has strange preferences for hangouts, but Miri’s not about to argue.  This place is amazeballs, and a happy Eli means a fun Eli, and fun is Miri’s goal for this sabbatical.

“Still; what a rando choice for a movie night.  Figured they’d pick something Spanish, or even something like Pan’s Labyrinth, yanno since it’s set in Spain.”

“Shitty taste in movies is universal, I guess.” She offers with a careless shrug. She’s honestly here to people watch more than movie watch. Eyes constantly rove over what she can see of the growing crowd. Leave it to a coastal Spanish town to be fucking beautiful.

“Pan’s Labyrinth freaks me the eff out. Hard pass.”

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miri-avraham:

Setting the guitar down at her side, Miri follows Eli’s lead, helping herself to a beer and some pita.  Not before dunking it in hummus, of course.

“Beats the shit outta me, man.”

“But my neckbeard older brother loves it…like an unhealthy amount.”  A quick swig.  “Somethin’ about the nostalgia.”

Eli’s lip curls and she groans, a hand raising to show Miri her palm. “Ugh. Full stop. Let’s not invoke the word ‘neckbeard’ in this badass place. Like...”

She reaches for another cookie, and when she speaks, it’s around the few crumbs left. “Please.”

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miri-avraham:

“Ha!”

♫ “If there’s somethin’ weird, and it don’t look good…who else ya gonna call?”♫

♫ “Sigourney Weaver~”♫

Eli turns on the spread blanket, reaches for a piece of pita and pops it in her mouth. A cookie’s next. Then a swig of beer. ( Who needs snacks to like.. go together? #yolo ) Leaning back on her elbows, she peers up at Miri.

“How do people actually like this?”

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miri-avraham:

♫“If there’s somethin’ strange…in your neighborhood…who ya gonna call?”♫

“♫ Kate McKinnon~ ♫”

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rinaxanderson:

Sweaty from having just been running, the brunette is all but shocked that Eliana even thinks about touching her, let alone actually does. She smiles widely, a light giggle leaving her mouth.

“Maybe you should come running with me one of these days and your mornings will be a lot less rough,” Rina stuck her tongue out before retrieving her change from the barista.

“Or yoga - much less effort, a lot more ass,” the woman winks before slowly guiding them to where they’d eventually pick up their drinks. Why in the world didn’t everyone do yoga? If not only for the immense amount of bending over there was.

“How’s my favorite musician? Other than massively hungover.”

Please. Like sweat has ever stopped her from touching someone before. If anything, it’s actually a little more enticing...

“Ha. Haha. Hahaha.” She clutches her stomach loosely, slight bend to the knees to go with the very dry, very fake laughter. “Just bustin’ a gut at the thought of going running in the morning. Or ever.” The lanky girl motions with her free arm down at long, spindly legs. ( She might even be a little knock kneed. ) “These are not the legs of a runner, babe.”

Eli pushes her sunglasses up her nose a little farther, glances around and then tips her head to one side, resting on Rina’s shoulder.

“You could always just come home at night with me, then I promise we’d both have great mornings. I wouldn’t even stop you from running after.”

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Photo by Timothy Hiatt

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angelxcs:

“ anyway, no, i’m being one-hundred-percent serious. i was just – it’s the polite thing to do. you don’t just vomit on the guy you took home. seriously, the dude sat up, woke me up, informed me i had bbq sauce in my hair and then puked all over the bed !! that shit’s just rude. RUDE. i would have caught it in my mouth and handled my business in the toilet like a professional. damn. never again with those indie film students, i swear to god. wasn’t even good sex. and, – oh my god – when he drove me home, he tried to pay me. “

“Okay, well, number one vomit doesn’t always behave the way we want it to. Let’s just get that out there right now.”

“Number two... well that rest of that shit’s just creep city. Got nothin’ else. You get in the car with a lot of creeps orrrrr?”

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rinaxanderson:

Katerina is not usually one to get that phased. She is fairly confident in herself and doesn’t often find that life provides her with much of a reason to feel any differently. You don’t just up and leave to a new place when you lack the ability to live your life fully.

The patron behind her seems flustered and it’s kind of adorable if Rina is honest. There is always some sort of surprise, though, when you live on such a small island. The brunette who was now attempting to order a drink was a familiar face. One that she was quite positive always had a slight scent of marijuana radiating from her. Not that Katerina cared all that much - she was quite desensitized to the smell.

A double espresso.

“Rough night?” she asked, a knowing smile on her face as she reached forward and pated Eli’s shoulder. “You know you’re always allowed to have whatever you want. Within legality’s reason, of course.”

“Great night,” she counters with a grin and a skyward index finger. “Grrrrreat night.” A beat. “Rough morning.”

Always a rough morning. She’s a musician. That’s like... three steps removed from being a straight up vampire. Why do mornings even exist?

Eyes narrow behind her sunglasses, and Eli casually throws a lanky arm around Rina’s shoulders, bumping her hip gently against the other woman’s. “You’re looking really... alive this morning.” Put together. Composed. Like she doesn’t feel like an extra from The Walking Dead. 

Morning people are one of life’s biggest mysteries.

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rinaxanderson:

Rina had spent her morning running aimlessly along the beach. Her usual days, whether she was working or not, were filled with some sort of exercise. Slowing her pace, she checked her watch. A few hours prior to her first class of the day and she was already ahead of where her activity level probably should be. Shifting on her feet once more, she approached the coffee shop she frequented. If anyone could experience life without this place, she didn’t know how.

“An iced americano and a green smoothie would be stellar. And whatever they want,” she ordered, turning to the person behind her.

Eli’s squinting, even behind the protection of her sunglasses. The morning... it burns. 

But walks of shame aren’t meant to be pleasant for anyone involved, so it is what it is. And she’s pretty sure her clothes don’t smell. Or maybe they do and she’s just in her funk so often, she’s lost all sensitivity. ( They don’t smell like anything but sand and a faint tinge of weed, but she’s hungover and a little paranoid. Sue her. ) At any rate, if she doesn’t ingest some form of caffeine soon, she’s going to fall over and sleep and she hasn’t actually figured out if Spain has public intox charges or not. She’d rather not find out today.

She hasn’t even registered she’s being spoken about until the barista behind the counter clears his throat, and it snaps her to attention. Blanking. Okay. ... Oh G-d pressuuuuuurrrreeee--!

Okay! Got it.

“Uhhh...” Still a blank. “Coffee.” A beat. “Espresso.” Another. “Double espresso!” A nod, and she smiles even as her head throbs. “Double espresso.” And a thumb’s up for good measure.

When he walks away, she’s left to look at who exactly’s buying her liquid gold, and that manages to lift her spirits a bit. Because being blessed with such a vision almost makes up for the hangover.

“So is this whatever they want limited to menu items only or...?” She leans in with a grin and brow wag.

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Name: Eliana “Eli” Ruth Cohen Age: 24 Birthplace: Palm Beach, FL Occupation: trust fund baby / musician Sexuality: Bisexual, biromantic - preference for women Quirks: speaks both Hebrew and Yiddish, loves cartoons, very foul-mouthed, regularly travels to music festivals, is an excellent cook, is left-handed, scared of clowns, plays multiple instruments, sleeps naked and only under a comforter-- no sheets

Eli is POSITIVELY:

flirtatious, charismatic, musical, laid-back, brave, generous, playful, competitive, adaptable, unafraid to look ridiculous

Eli is NEGATIVELY:

blunt, lazy, flippant, quick to judge what she thinks of a person, flaky, a little disconnected from the realities of life for people without money

BIO:

From its seemingly humble beginnings, the Cohen family empire grew rapidly, controlling a majority of coveted construction projects– not just in New York City– but across the country. It wasn’t long before the family patriarch, Shlomo, knew it would be in his empire’s best interest to sow its wild oats and branch out.

That’s how Eliana started her life. Not in the concrete jungle of Manhattan but under the hot sun of Palm Beach. Her mother, Shlomo’s sister Sara, relocated to south Florida before Eliana was born. And business boomed in the Sunshine State just as much as it seemed to everywhere else the Ben Israels worked. But their location wasn’t the only difference between the two families. Life in Miami was less structured. The kind of pressure her cousins felt– expectation of succession– didn’t touch Eli. She was a kid and was allowed to be one.

But the kind of lifestyle her family covertly operated in was bound to catch up with someone, somewhere eventually. Unfortunately for Eli, it just so happened to catch up with her parents. She’s never been told the details to this day beyond “car accident,” but when she was twelve, her parents died. And she couldn’t stay in Miami anymore. Her world sort of tilted on its axis. Everything sunshiney turned grey. Palms changed to steel.

Growing up with her cousins wasn’t easy. Their lives were different. No less luxurious ( probably moreso, even ) but just… different. Their schools were harder. Their schedules were harder. They had… staff… in the house. The people in New York were less friendly. More hurried. Harsh. Eli didn’t like any of it. But she liked her cousins, and they took her in.

She learned very quickly that, no matter what, she wasn’t going to let the changes in her life run her over. She found escape from grief in music and in fantasy, and she found solidarity in the numbers of her cousins. They were an odd little pack, certainly, but they were family. Blood bonds. And Eli would go to bat for them over and over again. Even if she retained her seemingly sunny, laid back style and disposition, she picked up a little bit of an edge from New York. She’s no pushover despite her slight frame.

As soon as she could leave New York, though, she did. Moving across the country to California, she followed the siren song of the sun and the beach and the music. She had to check in with her uncle, obviously, and there was always an urging of taking up the family business, but she always assumed guilt over the loss of his sister made her uncle take it a little bit easier on her. Until three years passed and he couldn’t abide her wannabe rockstar, do nothing lifestyle anymore.

At the thought of being forced into the business, Eli simply said ‘fuck it’ and left. She cashed out her inheritance and retreated from the country altogether. Settling in Spain hadn’t been difficult. Once she set up shop and opened a bank account, bought a cozy house on the beach and decided to live out at least the rest of her twenties as a beachy beatnik, with her guitar and the sun to guide her.

CONNECTIONS:

Cousin: Eli’s closest relative. More like a sister. Watching her cousin be bullied growing up developed Eli’s lack of tolerance for bullshit and mean personalities. ( connection is currently CLOSED / NPC )

Bandmates (2): Eli’s bandmates. Can be sisters. Also laidback, hippie types. ( connection is currently CLOSED / NPC / FC: Danielle and Este Haim )

Fuckbuddy: a friend-turned-lover but neither of them seem willing to currently commit to more, even if Eli thinks of her before anyone else when it comes to spending free time. the game is fun though, and Eli tells herself there’s nothing else there. ( connection is OPEN )

Dealer: Eli’s hookup. She rarely ever buys more than weed, but she’s a loyal, very steady customer. Whether the relationship has ever been more is up for discussion. ( connection is OPEN )

MORE CONNECTIONS TO COME.