| Remi Rose |
09/19/18 |
"You still can be." Waggles brows. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/19/18 |
Ella
What? Who is in the house?? Come downstairs, now! |
| Remi Rose |
09/19/18 |
"You're still my number one b-tch." |
| Jameson Orlav |
07/30/18 |
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| Soleil Whitaker |
07/22/18 |
"Finally an Orlav, huh?"
Despite how long it's been since her last interaction with Ella, Soleil can't help the good-humored lilt in the sound of her voice. She's amused, of course - recalling just how much chatter there had been when Ella first arrived on the scene. Although she had long severed ties with the Orlavs, she still considers Ella to be someone of a little more than just a simple acquaintance.
"I guess a congratulations is in order." |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/22/18 |
Reply to Snap
ME TOO! ...what are you excited about? You go first! |
| Remi Rose |
07/22/18 |
Laughs. "Pathetic is an understatement. Well, slay on slayer." Reaches to toy with Ella's fiery locks. "I love when you torture them." |
| Remi Rose |
07/22/18 |
"My point exactly. Thought you'd be the forever mistress. Killing one marriage after the next, my favorite slayer." |
| Remi Rose |
07/22/18 |
"Never thought I'd see a ring on that finger.." |
| Anyssa |
07/22/18 |
*Nessa noticed a change in her friend going to her she gave her a hug*
" I believe Congratulations are in order. Congrats on your Union Ella" |
| Gideon Abernathy |
07/22/18 |
Cheers to that, Mrs. Orlav. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
07/22/18 |
Must be some kinda guy if he can get you to settle down. |
| Jameson Orlav |
07/09/18 |
"Chin up, buttercup." Jameson tapped the tip of his blood stained finger against the crest of Ella's chin, "If you hadn't put the hlupák down, then I would have." He grinned, "I enjoyed watching you take care of it, though."
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| Noura Orlav |
06/07/18 |
BFFMD
Please. You know I don't hang down there. It's disgusting.
See you in five, b-tch. |
| Jameson Orlav |
06/06/18 |
Ella
No.. I don't think it would be down here. Unless you lost it delivering dinner. ..Again. |
| Noura Orlav |
06/06/18 |
BFFofmysoul
Yes! Okay. But what about the bra? |
| Noura Orlav |
06/06/18 |
BFF&Eva
Fuschia, kind of? It's purply pink? More purple? |
| Noura Orlav |
05/14/18 |
I can't believe you didn't eject Jameson's stanky ass. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/30/18 |
Jameson saunters into the upstairs of Valar Morghulis, looking for Ella. He slings himself onto whichever sofa is closest, his legs dangling over the side as he waved her over lazily. "Ella." He drawls, "Please tell me why you keep some of these insufferable pledges around. Getting rid of people isn't all that difficult. I can help!" |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
01/20/18 |
Is that so?
-lifts brow-
Is it our good looks, or that we have you in common? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
01/19/18 |
Bring? No, no. She's not a choice.
-grimaces-
She's my sister. And she's, well..
-looks around-
The woman is mad, alright? Bath salts kind of crazy. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
01/18/18 |
-squints-
You smell like Chanel perfume and..
-sniffs-
-looks around-
She was here. Where?
-rapid sniffing-
Jane?! |
| John Doe |
01/18/18 |
“Sounds like you have been in the wrong kind of marriage. I’m fortunate in that I am in the right kind, but I know for some they have to just take whatever they can get.” |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
01/18/18 |
Ms. Donovan
Arriving around 4:15. Early dinner? |
| John Doe |
01/18/18 |
“Yes, that is the aroma of contentment, happiness and a great deal of sex. It’s intoxicating really.” |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
01/17/18 |
Ms. Donovan
I could certainly do with a trip to New Orleans. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
01/14/18 |
Ms. Donovan
One of these days we'll be in the same place at the same time. |
| Jameson Orlav |
01/09/18 |
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| Jameson Orlav |
01/08/18 |
[Video Download:]
[Wish you were here...] |
| Derek Norse |
01/02/18 |
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| Miryam |
12/24/17 |
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| Noura Orlav |
11/16/17 |
BFF
What about freshly divorced and married? |
| Noura Orlav |
11/14/17 |
BFF
Cole is more excited about a weird instrument than he is about me. WTF goes on in men's heads? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
10/23/17 |
Ella Novella
He's married? But he doesn't seem very nice...
Maybe we could get him Muzzy? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
10/22/17 |
Ella Novella
Yes!! He called you chunky? That's not true.
Maybe in his language, pigeon and chunky mean different things than here? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
10/22/17 |
Ella Novella
The blond guy in the Basement called me a pigeon. :( |
| Elis Griffyn |
10/12/17 |
PAY.ATTENTION.TO.ME.AND.JAMESON.GOD.DAMMIT! |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/08/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Be there in fifteen. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/08/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Well, sh-t..
Hotel? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/08/17 |
Cait
Wear that little thing I like. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/04/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Let's save the role playing for after the meal.
Who knows what you're be able to talk me into.. and out of. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/04/17 |
Ms. Donovan
I'll be in the sexy c-cktail dress. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/04/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Restaurant Gordon Ramsay this evening?
I want to see if the Michelin Stars are well earned. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
10/03/17 |
Ms. Donovan
+video attached+
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| Miryam |
10/02/17 |
*Takes the jug back replacing her straw being careful not to infect the Frankenstein Doll*
"You're most welcome!"
*Laughs wickedly and wonders off to find more chaos.* |
| Miryam |
10/02/17 |
*Stumbles by drunk on the Kool-Aid*
*Takes the large straw out of the jug and passes the gallon to Ella.*
"Your turn to rank lovely." |
| Jameson Orlav |
10/01/17 |
Ella
Sure, I'm happy to be 'the dungeon' for infractors against the mutt. But why wait? Toss a few down for fun... |
| Jameson Orlav |
10/01/17 |
Ella
I don't eat animals, Ella. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
10/01/17 |
Ella Novella
Really?! I would LOVE to play with Hank. I'm great with puppies. He'll be nice and tuckered out for you when you get home. :) |
| Gideon Abernathy |
10/01/17 |
Boss Lady
Ouch. We’ll see how you feel when he pisses on all your sh-t. And before Quinn offers, we’re never dogsitting. Keep your shady dog over there. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
10/01/17 |
Boss Lady
Your dog’s ugly.
Boss Lady
...I mean that in the nicest way possible. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
10/01/17 |
Ella Novella
PUPPY!! HI HANK! HI! |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/29/17 |
Ella Novella
[IMG: statement in hand] |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/27/17 |
Ella
Depends on why you're going and if I'm going to follow you. |
| Noura Orlav |
09/26/17 |
BFF
wtf. Has he reclaimed his virginity or something?
I'll come visit. But only really to see you. |
| Noura Orlav |
09/25/17 |
BFF
So, I'm in New Orleans.
I'm not bunking in a f-cking basement with my brother though.
Like we're goddamn six. Please.
I miss your face. When are you free? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
09/24/17 |
"I'm not too concerned about you sharing a city with my wife. If you're stuck in New Orleans, I can always make the trip." He allowed a pause in the conversation, mentally considering his calendar. "I'll chalk it up to business." He was already walking back towards his house now, ready to wind down the conversation.
"You know where to find me once you decide. Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Donovan." With that, he disconnected the line. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
09/24/17 |
Lloyd grinned, shaking his head as he continued to pace further from the house. She wanted to play dumb, and he wouldn't deny his own amusement. She would even earn a brief chuckle from his lungs. "If that's your truth, then so be it. Caused a bit of a mess on my end of things.. But I like a challenge every now and then. Keeps things interesting."
He paused, teeth biting on his lower lip. "Fancy a trip to London?" |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
09/24/17 |
Lloyd had just cleaned up the mess Ella had created. And at the end of it all, he stepped out to make a phone call. He shot a glance back towards the house, ensuring he hadn't been followed. He waited patiently as the phone rang, beginning to speak once it connected.
"'C' and 'L' aren't even next to each other on the keyboard, Ms. Donovan. What are you up to?" |
| Atticus Hammond |
09/23/17 |
Atticus looks at the redhead with a mix of horror and disgust. He touches butts because Mackenzie tells him it builds character. NOT because he wants to touch any other butt but Camille's. Staring at the grotesque woman, acknowledging the wink and her words, he only has one response:
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| Lloyd R Darrow |
09/23/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Oh, I know.
I have it handled. |
| Caitlyn Darrow |
09/23/17 |
To:e.donovan@valarmorghulis.org
Fr:cdarrow@arcadia.gov
Subject: Re:Drinks
Who are you? Why do you have a picture of my husband?
|
| Gideon Abernathy |
09/22/17 |
Boss Lady
That sounds...fun for you guys.
I'll stick to the alcohol. Time/place? |
| Gideon Abernathy |
09/22/17 |
Boss Lady
Two of us? So I'm not supposed to bring Quinn? |
| Gideon Abernathy |
09/22/17 |
Boss Lady
How could I say no. Tell me when and where. Don't bring your boyfriend. Haha.
Seriously, please. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/22/17 |
Ella Novella
Thank you! It makes me sad you're not here, though. I miss you.
Ella Novella
Would you? Here's his number.
[Contact Attached] |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/22/17 |
Ella Novella
I married Gideon.
I think I'm experiencing a heart attack of love.
I need help. I need to know if Solomon is gay. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/16/17 |
Ella
Absolutely. Hit the basement. No one else is here.
Don't tell your little posse that you're coming. I'm not in the mood. |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/16/17 |
Ella
I can be. Why do you ask? |
| Jameson Orlav |
09/15/17 |
Jameson has been tasked. Well, it's not really a task, per say. More like, some smelly werewolf who lives in the mansion upstairs had insisted that he take these odd looking severed heads and deliver each of them to a respective patron. The Doctor doesn't quite understand why, but he doesn't actually care in the least. Tiberius, as he had introduced himself, had paid him a pretty penny to see that the deed got done.
Whatever. It worked in his favor.
He doubted that the mutt had expected him to put his own spin on the delivery, however. Jameson waited until the guy fled to go out and find some pretty pink boxes. White ribbons would accompany the painted cardboard- tied at the top into fancy, frilly bows. There's no way that any unsuspecting victim would come to realize what was actually inside of the box until it had been delivered.
Deranged doesn't even begin to encompass Jameson Orlav. To each person he drops off a box. While they're away, of course. His last encounter inside the house had brought immediate trouble for Ella. He would look to avoid that this time, if it was possible.
To Gideon, Quinn, and Ella herself. Inside each of their rooms they'd find a box. For Quinn and Gideon, their room would house two.
For Ella;
On the first and oldest head in his possession he would swipe the lipstick over the full lips of the dead girl. The remainder of her face remained pale, her skin tinted icy blue thanks to being both post-mortem and cold. This head was going to Ella Donovan. The home wrecker. No matter her faults, she always presented herself as beautiful and plush.
And yo, there's no sign that Jameson has been here. Just so we're clear. Let's all relax on the coronary front for now. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/14/17 |
New Snap
He doesn't know it yet, but we are going to be friends.
|
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/12/17 |
New Snap
"You're so pretty!"
|
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/11/17 |
New Snap
"My headache disappeared, and no hangover!"
|
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/10/17 |
Ella Novella
Yes! I love FaceTime! Do you have Snapchat? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/10/17 |
Ella Novella
I'm glad things are okay. Especially with James.
I'm ok. It's been a rough couple of days, but I think I got everything calmed down on my end. I'm looking forward to coming home. I know we will be out for a little while longer.
I miss you. Tomorrow morning, lets both take a shot at 8am. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/10/17 |
Ella Novella
That makes sense. Everything always feels numb when you're drunk. It's not my favorite part, but it beats advil.
How are you? Are you okay? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/10/17 |
Ella Novella
Yea. But I also need to drink. It's a hard decision. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
09/10/17 |
Ella Novella
Do you think it's safe to mix advil and moonshine? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
09/05/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Sorry, late night in the office. Rain check? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
09/04/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Is that so? |
| Mackenzie |
09/01/17 |
Ella Donovan
Grand. Whichever is comfortable and convenient for you. Not sure stained teeth are quite necessary, though. |
| Mackenzie |
08/31/17 |
Ms. Donovan,
Given our mutual interests, I would very much like to discuss the relationship of our Sanctuaries. I am in New Orleans should you like to chat. My number is attached.
-Mackenzie |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/19/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Sounds like a plan. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
08/17/17 |
Ella Novela
What does it mean when a man gives you a puppy? |
| Tucker Reid |
08/14/17 |
He is already late. His flight is on time, which never happens, and he is late. Tucker is rushing through the airport, doing his best to make it to his terminal before the plane left without him and he'd been charged yet another fee for a missed connection. In his haste, he lacks the attention he should have been paying in order to make sure he wasn't [literally] plowing through the crowd to get there. But attention is a two way street. Especially when this many people were coming and going in such a large airport. Tucker suspects that it's equally his fault as it is her fault when they crash.
"Excuse me." He snaps, his grip growing ever tighter against the handle of his luggage bag. "The airport?"
Tucker gestures to the large, open airspace around them. Though sounds echoed feverishly through the domed enclosure, there was so much space that it was impossible to feel claustrophobic.
"You're in the airport." He is clearly not amused. "It's no problem, you're welcome, I've got to go."
Someone is clearly having a bad day. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/13/17 |
Ms. Donovan
I'd ask what you're wearing, but I think I already know.
T-shirt with Jameson's face on it?
Bingo, right? I guessed it? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/13/17 |
Ms. Donovan
I'll be here.
Probably in different silky drawers. I'm not gross. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/13/17 |
Ms. Donovan
I'm at my apartment.
You can feel free to stop by, any time.
+Location Shared+
I'll add you to the list. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/13/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Those silk white boxers covered in hearts Elouise gave everyone for Valentine's Day.
Sort of bizarre. Very comfy. |
| Noura Orlav |
08/13/17 |
Bestie
Good to know! Maybe you can whip him into shape. He listens to you. He's being a turd. |
| Jameson Orlav |
08/13/17 |
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| Jameson Orlav |
08/13/17 |
Ella
I'll ping you the address.
Plan on a few days..
|
| Jameson Orlav |
08/13/17 |
Ella
We should chat. Come and meet me in New York? |
| Jameson Orlav |
08/12/17 |
[video message received]
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| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/03/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Jesus, he's still missing? I've been away for some time. Figured he'd already found his way back. And, no. My wife's behind is perfectly sized. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/03/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Flattery will get you everywhere.
And where the hell did you lose him? Another accidental confession of love send him running for the hills? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/03/17 |
Ms. Donovan
I'm available anytime.
New Orleans must be disgustingly hot. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
08/02/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Are you still alive?
We should meet for drinks soon so that I can verify in-person. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/29/17 |
Swallowing, Quinn considers her options. A quick glance around is made, and the girl steels herself, placing a smile on her face. Everything is fine. Everything is going to be fine.
Ella Novela
Don't worry, Ella. Everything is fine. 😁 |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/29/17 |
Ella Novela
It's a long story. We aren't really married anymore. I think. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/29/17 |
Ella Novela
Yea. That's my husband. Kind of. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/29/17 |
Ella Novela
Um.. do you still have his Tinder stuff? A picture? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/29/17 |
Ella Novela
Tiber Loche? |
| Tiber Loche |
07/26/17 |
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| Tiber Loche |
07/25/17 |
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| Quinn Abernathy |
07/24/17 |
Ella Novela
I'm sorry. :( That is the worst. Any other way to find him?
And yes!! Costume day! I always wanted to be one of the French girls in Titanic. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/23/17 |
Ella Novela
Your boyfriend is missing?! Have you looked for him?
Why do boys always go missing?
I didn't know Giddy could make scarecrows. He is so talented.
Is it Halloween already? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/23/17 |
Ella Novela
I'm still hungover. I think. Pretty sure.
Did I miss anything? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
07/23/17 |
Ella Novela
I'm back from the beach!
I didn't tan at all. :( |
| Noura Orlav |
07/21/17 |
BFF
I hadn't considered that before now. But maybe it's time? |
| Noura Orlav |
07/21/17 |
BFF
Omfg Elouise will not stop texting me. Will not. B-tch is crazy. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
07/21/17 |
Boss of Appreciating Effort and Fine Arts
Y'know, that's actually what I was going for. It's nice to be recognized. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
07/21/17 |
Boss Lady
Of course they're scarecrows. To scare the crows. From the vegetables. They're supposed to be scary. Did I make them too scary? |
| Noura Orlav |
06/27/17 |
Ella
S.O.S. Jameson is missing and Elouise is f-cking dangerous. On the run. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
06/17/17 |
>b>Ella
How do you get your hair so red? |
| Gideon Abernathy |
06/09/17 |
El Bosso
Just make sure it's a full-blown statue. I want everyone to be uncomfortable if I die for them.
I'm ready as I'll ever be. Bring a bat. I found a metal pipe that might be important but we can discuss that if we make it out alive. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
06/09/17 |
El Bosso
That's a weird name for a demonic creature.
Walls can be replaced. We have to think about the safety of this crew. Elouise must be taken down.
If we don't make it, I want a memorial in the bathroom. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
06/09/17 |
Boss
Honestly, I don't know what a possum looks like, it was a guess.
There might be more intimidation in numbers, but I can't guarantee this won't turn into a massacre. Someone might die. Preferably the possum/rat/thing. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
06/09/17 |
Boss Lady
Uhh, is it a possum maybe?
And I'm assuming I'm supposed to go take care of it?
If you hear screaming, I'm fine. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
06/07/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Wardrobe change. I'm going with...
Itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini.
I think it flatters my complexion more. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
06/07/17 |
Group Text: Ella's Party People
Greetings from the Lufcuh! I haven't met some of you yet, and I'm sorry for that! My real name is Quinn. I like moonshine, puppies, and karoake. I'm currently practicing my drinking skills to beat Orson on our next bar trip! If you need anything, let me know!
[IMG]
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| Lloyd R Darrow |
06/07/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Does this mean I can wear MY red bikini as well?
If there is a promise of beer, I am most certainly there.
Ticket, booked. See you Saturday. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
06/07/17 |
Ms. Donovan
You're wearing a red bikini to the airport?
I've heard stories about the American South, but Good God, is that what it's really like?
I've always wanted to pay for petrol and buy a beer at the same go. Is that possible in Louisiana? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
06/07/17 |
Ms. Donovan
How about Saturday?
I'll be as minimally clothed as possible.
What does 'af' mean? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
06/07/17 |
Ms. Donovan
I've never been to New Orleans before. I suppose I could manage a brief stay. If I come, I expect a po'boy. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
06/07/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Are you still alive? How is the 'Big Eas'y? |
| Gideon Abernathy |
05/13/17 |
Boss Lady
Leave it to me.
Prepare to be amazed by some green @ss grass. |
| Gideon Abernathy |
05/13/17 |
Boss Lady
You could say that.
I have a good recipe for fertilizer. |
| Elouise Warrock |
05/09/17 |
Ella
He doesn't touch you at all, you delusional trollop.
No one wants to touch the chlamydia circus known better as your firecrotch.
Ella
I have six inches on you easy, you sl*tty f*cking leprechaun. Go hump a cactus before you get into a fight you won't live to see the end of. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/09/17 |
Boo Thang
What are you talking about? Time for what? |
| Elouise Warrock |
05/09/17 |
Ella
My husband wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole.
Ella
Go f*ck yourself, f*cking tw@t. |
| Elouise Warrock |
05/09/17 |
Ella
What? 10am? What?
...naked? ...is that on camera? |
| Quinn Abernathy |
05/07/17 |
Ella
Yes! He's taking me to the bar. He thinks he can out-drink me. Jokes on him. I'm gonna get him white girl wasted and then interview him. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
05/07/17 |
Ella
Yea!! That one! Good looking with the accent. We gotta find his profile again. I need to see it. I NEED to. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
05/07/17 |
Ella
Ella!!! I made a friend! He looks big and scary, but he's actually really nice. He has a good smile, too. Did you Tinder him? What did his Tinder say? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
05/05/17 |
Soleil grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah, got a little pressure from the wife to start campaigning. I was going to take you up on the offer to make a banner for us, but figured you were busy with the new Sanctuary. Didn't want to bother you with the trivial stuff, you know? Congrats, by the way." |
| Remi Rose |
05/05/17 |
Ella
Screw them!
TSA are a bunch of p-ssies!
Yup.. still drunk! |
| Quinn Abernathy |
05/04/17 |
Quinn looks at her phone and giggles at the message. It can't be helped. Quickly, she types a reply.
'I'll be right over! I'm not a catfish, though. I don't think. No way could I hold my breath under water for that long!' |
| Quinn Abernathy |
05/04/17 |
Within minutes, her phone chirps for her attention. An alert from Tinder! Quinn squeals to herself, squirming in a happy sort of dance where she sits in the cafe. Coffee nearly spills, people stare at her in bewilderment. What could possibly be so exciting in this day and age?
She unlocks her phone, opening the app to reveal the face on the other side. "Ella... bored af. Af? Lufcuh Hhh-mu. Maybe she's Jewish? Sounds Jewish? That's nice. Party everyday. I like those. Jameson... must be her other friend."
Tilting her head, swipes right. |
| Quinn Abernathy |
05/04/17 |
She had heard from a very friendly stranger that there was a way to find new friends. Quinn wasn't sure if they had the same definition of friend, but she figured she would give it a shot. Ironically, the friendly stranger did not end up being a friend. In fact, he'd been too friendly and invited her over to see his puppy.
Better luck next time, Friendly Stranger.
Having no idea what she is actually doing, she downloads the Tinder app (like the Ke$ha song?) and makes herself a profile. "Q-U-I-N-N... age 31..." she stops and stares at the screen, completely missing every other field.
Upload.
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| Idris Mowbry |
05/04/17 |
"I think it's Taco Tuesdays... but Teal Taco Tuesdays sounds so fetch!" |
| Noura Orlav |
05/04/17 |
Lady Love
Tinder?! That's where the stalkers go. |
| Idris Mowbry |
05/04/17 |
"Congrats on joining the Golden Cloak Club! We wear pink on Wednesdays." |
| Jameson Orlav |
05/04/17 |
Ella
Yes, Ella. How am I supposed to see? |
| Noura Orlav |
05/04/17 |
Ella
I love it when you repurpose poetry. It sounds so much better from you. |
| Remi Rose |
05/04/17 |
Ella
Fair enough.
On my way to the airport now.
Be good. |
| Remi Rose |
05/04/17 |
Reads last text. Tilts her head slightly with a casual shrug.
Ella
True.
Going to NY.
Think you can hold off from being super amazing and getting promoted til I get back? |
| Remi Rose |
05/04/17 |
Ella Bananafana
Most definitely.
..if I survive your first promotion. |
| Remi Rose |
05/04/17 |
Ella
It's her, Ella!
And then.. nothing. No text, no phone call. Just nothing.
Twenty minutes later..
Ella Bo Bella BANANAFANAblahblah
Did you know that brown liquor fixes everything?
Took 4587604 shots!
Feeling gooooood.. |
| Remi Rose |
05/04/17 |
Really Blonde
Omg. Yes!!
You better learn how to use that.
You realize Elouise is borderline psycho?
She'll see my hair and think I'm you and ask questions later.
I don't want to die, Ella!
Big Red
Are you in the compound?
Did you hear something? |
| Remi Rose |
05/04/17 |
Ella Bear
Why are you trying to die?
Don't die today, please. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
"Must be the accent." His grin grows wider, a slight shake to his head as he grabs the two cards, sliding them back towards his body victoriously. "So tell me, how is your not so private love-affair with Doctor Orlav unfolding?" Frankly, the man is amused. One had to admire her brashness, unless of course her brazen nature came in-between their marriage.
"It was certainly.. Romantic. I cannot fault you there." |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Momentarily distracted by the buzzing of his phone, the man takes a moment to answer his wife before setting his phone down, screen unlocked and facing up. "Goldfish, mm? My mother always had a thing for Old Maid." After a short scoff, he slaps down his first card - a 7. By no means a good card, but it was certainly better than a 2.
"I should not have spoken so soon.. Perhaps luck is not on my side, after all." He falls silent as he sips from his beer, eyes meeting hers with a closed-lip grin. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
With a smirk and a scoff, he moves to sit opposite of her, a beer of his own in hand. "Trust me, Ella, I won't be the one crying. Unless of course you're some sort of card shark, in which case, I'll shuffle first. Can't risk you weighing the deck on me."
After a swig of his ale, he sets his bottle down and splits the deck, the thrum of cards against his skin the only sound unless he evens them out against the desktop. "Solitare, you said? Why not.. War?" |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Along with the aforementioned beer and pizza was Lloyd, an amused glint in his eyes. "No, no. I've a handle on everything." Slipping past the slender red head, the man is careful not to set the box or the six-pack down upon any paperwork that appears sensitive. "Just to be clear, I will not allow you even a single victory, Ms. Donovan. While I can appreciate that it is a special day for you, I take cards quite seriously."
Opening a bottle against the edge of her loaned desk, he offers it over. "Still prepared to lose?" |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Ella
I think you may need to clean the lenses, or adjust the prescription, if you intend on keeping them.
Now open the door. My hands are full.
|
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Ella
Sausage, obviously.
Hand-me-downs. Impressive, Ms. Donovan.
Tell me, what is it like trying to stare out of the bottom of two coke bottles? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Ella
That, or I printed it, and framed it above my Juris Doctorate.
I'll admit, it's embarrassing, but you're still alive, and that counts for something.
I'm bringing a pizza with the beer, because I'm famished. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/03/17 |
Lady Love
He actually always bought into the naughty schoolgirl thing. Glasses are a must. |
| Remi Rose |
05/03/17 |
Ella
No Ella, no.
You have probably just brought the biggest dark cloud onto the compound.
Sure you don't want to go on vacation? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Ella
Yeah, you're not ever getting that email back.
Interesting read, though. |
| Remi Rose |
05/03/17 |
Suddenly her phone goes off with a message. Not sure if it was a text or email. She casually glances down, eyes grow wide, and quickly she'd draw the cell to her chest. Looking around innocently, she again glances towards the accidental message that had been sent to her. "Oh my.."
Ella OOPS
What the..
Who all got this?! |
| Noura Orlav |
05/03/17 |
Lady Love
Nah... he won't be mad at you. His angry is taken right now. As for the glasses... they're kinda old. Scissors? |
| Noura Orlav |
05/03/17 |
Ella
You can't anymore than I can get the text messages back that I sent her instead of you. ...Oops. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/03/17 |
Ella
Um... so... we're pretty much the worst ever with technology ever. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Ella
I'll be over in ten minutes.
Beer? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/03/17 |
Ms. Donovan
Congratulations on the temporary promotion.
Let me know if I can be of any assistance. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/02/17 |
Ella
omfg poke him. |
| Remi Rose |
05/02/17 |
Slides in front of Ella..
..with one lousy stop.
Stares at Ella with the most seriousness she can muster.
"Who would of thought it would only took one flyer? Can I call you 'the new Elouise'.. or is 'True Wifey' too much?"
Congrats chick. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/02/17 |
Lloyd was never a talkative man to begin with, and while alcohol seemed to have loosened his tongue some, he was rather reserved on their walk back to the compound. The lawyer rarely stayed on The Order's campus, as a family home was obviously more convenient. Standing outside of her door now, her hand on his chin, Lloyd allows the situation to warrant a small smile.
"Another time." Temptation, while beguiling, was no longer his weakness. At least he could rest easy knowing she was now home safe. "Goodnight, Ms. Donovan." After planting a kiss against the blush of her cheek, he breaks away from her touch, feet carrying him in the direction of home. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/02/17 |
Ella
I live for Razzles. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/02/17 |
As Lloyd follows her to the door, one hand rests at the small of her back while the other steadies her, though the man is by no means more stable than she. As they depart the bar into the cool evening air, the opportunity presents itself once again to walk away. Yet, Lloyd follows, like a moth to a flame. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
05/01/17 |
Soleil let out an amused snort, and held up her hand. "No, no," she replied, "I think we're going to stay out of this one. There's no competition in my mind, anyways" - she paused to tap her temple - "Thank you, though."
She offered another smile before bidding Ella goodbye. "Catch you around, yeah?" |
| Noura Orlav |
05/01/17 |
Ella
Jameson was trigger happy and shot my ex, who lived, and now wants to have his revenge.
Normal stuff.
Shall I bring the hair dye? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
05/01/17 |
Lloyd allows the agave liquid to carry the distaste in his mouth away, verdant eyes looking at Ella anew. Love his wife? What a trivial question. Of course he loved his wife. Love, however, never promised fidelity.
"Love is inconsequential, Ella. Surely you're smart enough to know it accounts for very little at the end of the day." He raises a hand, thumb skimming gently across her chin, his expression unreadable. "You are rather clever, aren't you, Ms. Donovan?"
 |
| Noura Orlav |
05/01/17 |
Ella
I don't know if I can? I'm actually hanging out with my ex and trying to save Jameson's ass from certain death, currently.
Monday? |
| Soleil Whitaker |
05/01/17 |
"You know, Ella," Soleil laughed as she sauntered by, "I could get behind that if I weren't so into me and Rhiannon as best couple." She flashed a friendly grin at the redhead; her words weren't intended to be confrontational - just an acknowledgment of the flyer she'd just been handed. As much as she loved Elouise and as loyal as she was, Soleil found the Jameson-Ella dynamic rather entertaining.
"Good luck," she added before slipping the flyer into her back pocket. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/01/17 |
Ella
You used the scrapbook photo! I'm so glad you like it!!
omg. I can't wait to braid each others hair. And raid your closet. |
| Remi Rose |
05/01/17 |
Eyes grow wide as she is given the poster, looking it over completely. Even giving it another quick glance.
"My, oh my.. You've out done yourself this time, Ella. This is f-cking awesome! Can I get a second one?"
Has plans to post one onto her wall at the compound and then the other for safe keeping. One never knows when something like that will come in handy. Ya know.. revenge, torture, future fits of high times giggles. You never know!
"You have my vote." |
| Noura Orlav |
05/01/17 |
I have really high hopes. I've already started planning your wedding. I have a scrapbook. You look pretty damn good with your head pasted on Kate Middleton's body. Jameson isn't very convincing as Prince William, but it's an improvement. |
| Noura Orlav |
05/01/17 |
Are you my sister yet? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
04/28/17 |
Email To: Ms. Ella Donovan {ella.donovan@theorder.org}
Subject: Drinks
Body:
I never did catch your number. At any rate, I'm free for drinks this evening if you are. I'll be at Yevgeny's until 11.
Best,
Lloyd R. Darrow, Esq. |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
04/18/17 |
"Seven?" The man pauses, a hand reaching up to scratch his cheek as he ponders the prospect. He'd simply have to let Cait know he would not be home in time to tuck the boys in. No sweat. "That should work fine. I will clear my schedule."
After a few awkward attempts, he successfully retrieves his papers from his new acquaintance. "I am a naturally hot-blooded individual, though. I believe I'd be best served keeping you warm, if anything. And I have a coat." His stark tone is far from flirtatious, but it's simply in his nature. Must be the accent. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ella. I shall see you at seven." |
| Jameson Orlav |
04/18/17 |
Ella
Group??? Who else is invited? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
04/17/17 |
"Free? Tonight?" He enunciates the words only to better comprehend the question. The lawyer is a literal man, working in fact. That is why the law suits him so well - he is able to function in a world of black and white; right and wrong. But, Lloyd is under clear instructions. Socialize, be welcoming.
"Yes, I happen to be. Would you like to grab a drink?" |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
04/16/17 |
Nervous would be an understatement for the poor man. He is innately awkward, still socially inept even with his own spouse. So, factor in an embarrassing introduction to a complete stranger, and Lloyd is due for a stroke at any moment. "Do I.. Love my wife?" He blinks several times, unsure if she had just actually presented him with such a loaded question.
"I.. In a manner of speaking.. It's impossible to say.." He finally pauses from his cascade of fragments, clearing his throat thereafter. "She had children!" He pipes back up, being just as disastrous as before, the poor ball of nerves. "I, ahm. Yes. I love my wife." |
| Noura Orlav |
04/15/17 |
Happy
Husband and I are remaking favorite scenes from Jurassic movies.
Will you do us the honors of recording them? |
| Lloyd R Darrow |
04/15/17 |
Lloyd shuffles down the halls, distracted by paperwork he shuffles through with dexterous fingers. Tongue clacking lowly against the roof of his mouth, the lawyer continues on, stocking feet gliding against laminate floor in an almost child-like fashion. Out of the corner of his eye, a red-head stands. Without much attention to detail, he stuffs the paperwork under an arm, quickly sliding over to make a comical, abrupt appearance before Caitlyn.
"Hey, Cait. What are y-" He cuts off, his face a mask of sheer horror. They're multiplying. "I thought.. No. Not my wife. Hello, I'm Lloyd." The man offers his hand, the stack of papers consequently cascading to the ground, slipping every which way, and generally making a disaster of his before-meticulously sorted files. This first encounter isn't awkward at all. |
| Noura Orlav |
04/14/17 |
-Sees Keg. Tosses bottle aside.-
-Crash.-
-Steps up to the proverbial plate-
I am goddamn keeping you forever. |
| Elouise Warrock |
04/13/17 |
Been thinking those insults up all day, I'm sure. Glad to see you're so concerned about my ass, and my child.
He has a great ass, so I wouldn't be surprised. Have fun with the major disappoint that will be his ultimate rejection! |
| Noura Orlav |
04/13/17 |
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| Elouise Warrock |
04/13/17 |
Touché. At least I'm not an unwashed trollop, which I'm sure is hard for you.
You can gawk at my husband all that you'd like, but unfortunately enough for you nothing will ever come to fruition. He's a loyal man. And you're just...not good looking enough to ruin a marriage over. |
| Noura Orlav |
04/13/17 |
Not true. I wrote that down in high school. #CoolSibling |
| Noura Orlav |
04/13/17 |
I'm glad you didn't even pose that as a question, because drinks should never be a question. |
| Noura Orlav |
04/13/17 |
Finally. Someone I can get along with. This is going to be great. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
04/13/17 |
-rubs back of neck-
Uh, yeah. Kind of a flash wedding, no big.
-shrugs-
Rhiannon's great, though. I definitely got lucky with her. |
| Remi Rose |
04/13/17 |
Married? HA! Was the weirdo of the crew. Even the All Mother was married. Remi was single and ready to mingle.. but honestly? She had her eyes on someone but was keeping her cool. There was nothing set in stone.. or gold in the shape of a ring. Not that anyone cared.
The woman wouldn't have to introduce herself, Jameson had already taken care of that.. and the tabloids. Was an avid reader. Helped that she had only graced the the paper once and.. wait, it was when they mentioned Ella, too. Funny how things work out.
"Remi.. Remi Rose. I'm always around."
She'd offer her schedule but due to lingering resentment of others, she held back on the word 'friendship' for now. |
| Soleil Whitaker |
04/13/17 |
-slides past, grinning-
Oi. Welcome to the club! |
| Remi Rose |
04/13/17 |
Had read the latest from Jameson. Someone new. The last member was someone she had already known. Remi hasn't yet had to put herself out there to the newest member of The Order.
There was a slight hustle. When Jameson spoke, the rest went frantic to make sure all was well. It was quite easy to find out where the 'new girl' was. Approaching, the first thing she'd notice would be fiery red hair and quickly a sudden urge of jealousy would flush through her. Remi was the only redhead! Now, she'd have to share such honors.. Wait, was that the girl the tabloids said was leaked to Jameson in more than just friendship?
Oooo! Sh-t was gonna pop off!
The jealousy vanished as quickly as it appeared. Approaching with a large teethy grin, she'd speak excitedly.
"Hello! Welcome! Avoid all things questionable and even some that aren't." |
| Soleil Whitaker |
02/07/17 |
Soleil kept grinning as she thrust out her hand. Ella seemed innocent and sweet enough. "People are indeed friendly," she agreed, nodding, "For the most part, anyways." A couple of faces flashed through her mind - there were some dwellers of the Realm who scared the living sh*t out of her. Luckily, she hadn't had any unpleasant encounters. Yet.
"Pleasure is mine, actually. If you ever need anything, Ella," she continued, nonchalantly digging the toe of her boot into the ground, "Don't be a stranger. I'm always around." |
| Soleil Whitaker |
02/07/17 |
Soleil had heard all the latest commotion and drama regarding the Orlavs and some new girl. Afterall, it made the front page of this week's issue of Death and Style. Who the f*ck was she? Soleil had to find out for herself.
She was passing by when she recognized the girl from the picture printed in D&S. She figured it wouldn't hurt to make herself known to the stranger, so she approached slowly. Clearing her throat, she brought two fingers up to her forehead in a small salute. "Hello," she said, announcing her presence, "I'm Soleil. I just wanted to give you a friendly, yet late welcome to the Realm." Soleil hoped the other girl wouldn't find her behavior suspicious, and offered a wide smile in attempt to thwart any initial animosity or uncertainty. |
| Noura Orlav |
02/03/17 |
Did she just... oh God. She did. Noura found a spirit animal. She knows she did, because she can practically feel the annoyance coming from home. Lowering her hand once sure of her composure, a solid grin can be found painted upon her lips. "Just try not to feed his ego too much." |
| Camille |
02/02/17 |
So pretty....
-Has appeared out of nowhere, fingers tangling against long strands of bright ginger hair. Is entranced. Captivated. Allured.-
|
| Noura Orlav |
02/02/17 |
"So... what are your intentions with my brother?" |
| Jameson Orlav |
02/02/17 |
Eternally hypersensitive to the atmosphere and energies around him, there isn't a second of this strange girls elevated enamoring that he doesn't pick up on.
He's teetering the line between uncomfortable and intrigued, and though her fingers lingered against his hand, he's the first to pull away.
"Pleasure, Ella. I'm not sure that's the best idea but.." Chocolate eyes narrow beneath knotted brows, "Are you hanging around Moscow for a while?" |
| Elouise Warrock |
02/02/17 |
Elouise's eyebrows lift in utter amusement. "Good luck with that. Let me know how it goes." |
| Elouise Warrock |
02/02/17 |
Elouise can't help but scoff. And then her trigger finger itches. A condescending smirk plants itself on her now decidedly hostile visage.
"You mean the oaf that just lumbered off? He's my husband. And you won't be getting his number. Best steer clear of married men, especially ones with violent wives." |
| Jameson Orlav |
02/02/17 |
Handsome? Handsome. Yes, he was quite the handsome fellow. Jameson straightens up, composure tight, as though he were preening. A bird putting his proud feathers on display.
"My name is Jameson." He extends a hand, offering calloused fingers for the girl to shake, "And you are..?" |
| Elouise Warrock |
02/02/17 |
-squints at-
Welcome to the Realm. |
| Jameson Orlav |
02/02/17 |
Welcome to the Realm. |
