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Born: July 19, 2018 Forum Topics Started: 0
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Elouise Warrock 07/26/18 “Oh, I don’t know.” She shrugs again. “You remind me of someone, I guess.” Like a dog with a bone, Elouise would slowly piece together why she knew him - if she did. Still, something bags at her as she looks up at him, the pinch of his eyebrows so similar, his complexion, the way he carries himself. If she was actually trying any harder, she might be able to form rudimentary guesses. But she’s simply not.

“Is it customary for you to take strangers to lunch? Or are we back on track to serial killer territory?”
Elouise Warrock 07/25/18 “Figure it out for yourself.” She shrugged idly, easily keeping stride with him as they strolled along. It’d been some time since she’d attempted to act like anything resembling a human being, months since the appearance of humanity had shown in her day-to-day efforts. She hadn’t decided yet whether or not she would kill this stranger. But rest assured in her own abilities, she had no fear of any possibilities of retribution. While she no longer required human food, it wasn’t difficult to fabricate cravings. And it was equally as easy to pretend to be interested in Lennox.

“Have we met before?” Elouise forgot faces easily before, but so much in the present. There was a familiarity to Lennox she couldn’t place, perhaps because she was so far removed from Jameson and Noura now. Still, that undefinable something kept her attached to their encounter at hand.
Elouise Warrock 07/25/18 “Lennox. How bourgeois.” She smirks, stuffing her hands into her pockets as they meandered onward. “So say he did shave the unibrow. He’d be a pretty handsome serial killer. Maybe if you shaved yours, you would be too.” She laughs quietly to herself, having already noted how manicured every inch of the man seemed to be.

In fact, she could’ve sworn he was gay.
Elouise Warrock 07/21/18 “You’re damn right.” She hoists a triumphant fist in the air, falling back to her side thereafter. “Well, why should I give you my name first? What’s to say you’re not a serial killer?” She squints. “I mean, there have been hot serial killers before. Ted Bundy was pretty attractive.” She finally gives in with a shrug. “Okay, fine. I’m Elouise.”
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 “I’m not saying I won’t eat half of your meal. I’m just suggesting you prepare yourself for the inevitably.” Crooked grin. “And dessert. I’ll absolutely eat your dessert. Just don’t come between me and food, okay?”
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 Grumbles. "This date sounds awful already. Now, wait. Hold on." Holds up a finger. "I'll share an appetizer. But if you even try and don't my entrée, I'll kill you." Maybe only half-joking.
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 Clears throat. "A lunch date? As in, I eat, and you pay?" Scoffs. "You're on. Where's the nearest buffet?"
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 Clears throat. "Then I guess..." Looks around. "Yeah. Alright. You're pretty good looking. Let's do it."
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 "I don't know... You have plans for the afternoon?"
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 "Shut the f-..." She tilts her head. "You look familiar. Have I given you a lap dance before?"
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 "Oh. Thank god. We can be friends. But... more like close-proximity acquaintances. Because, you know. I don't... care."
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 “Mm. I don’t know. Sticky wicket, this is.” Taps chin, chews candy. “Depends. Pepsi or Coca-cola?”
Elouise Warrock 07/20/18 She pauses. Breaks the second Snickers in half, and only then allows him to palm the rest. “Don’t accuse me of caring. I’m a millennial. I don’t have to care.”
Jameson Orlav 07/20/18
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 ...Why the f-ck... I have to go.
Camille 07/20/18 She grabbed a blue tipped, ball-point pen from her back pocket (because you never know when you're going to need to scribble down some info... or stab someone in the eye) and subsequently, his hand. Her touch may have been a bit rougher than one might have imagine, what with her petite stature and her soft expressions. But this Camille was far from delicate. With a calculated bit of pressure, she began to write down the number to her cell phone, with a small scrawling of her name underneath. Cam.

"Don't holler. Not until I get there."

She winked.
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 No. I believe that sh-t happens, and then you die.
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 What does fate have to do with anything?
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 Huh. Same.
Camille 07/20/18 Hmm. Can't argue with logic, I suppose. You know, maybe you just missed a spot. Give me a holler if you need help next time.
-waggles brows-
Devin Landry 07/20/18 Very philosophical of you, I suppose.
I'm pretty nice, though.
Devin Landry 07/20/18 I was unaware I was pushing..
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 What do you do for a living, Lenny?
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 It's raw fish. It's disgusting. Sorry, no sorry, Lenny.
Devin Landry 07/20/18 Why do men -always- expect something?
-plots-
How about the satisfaction of knowing my smile will always be around to brighten a day?
-smiles-
Devin Landry 07/20/18 Ah!
-winks-
Gotcha!
I have one small request..
Spare the blondes.
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 See, there you go again. Getting dangerously close to the sh-t list.
Devin Landry 07/20/18 Oh, then that means you plan on doing the killing?
-bats lashes-
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 Surprise. They're buried deep. My name is Noura. With a 'u', because my parents were also extra. You're not alone, Lenny.
Devin Landry 07/20/18 Not a problem. Try not to die.
Noura Orlav 07/20/18 Lennox? Seriously? What the... what were your parents thinking? I can't add you to that list now. I feel bad. What a sh-t name.
Elouise Warrock 07/19/18 Squints. “I don’t share food.” Procures another snickers. “But I’ll let you have my extra.”
Devin Landry 07/19/18 Welcome.
Noura Orlav 07/19/18 I'm already starting to hate you. What's your name? I need to add it to my sh-t list.
Noura Orlav 07/19/18 Don't flatter yourself. You're not that cute.
Violet Adler 07/19/18 "I won't argue with you there. However," she lifted a finger in the air to accentuate her point. "If I were meek, I wouldn't have discovered that you're a pizza fan."

Arms moving to cross over her chest, she shook her head at herself. "That question was too easy, though. What I should have asked was: do you like pineapple on your pizza? It's important."
Noura Orlav 07/19/18 I'm where I need to be. Thanks for the concern.
Camille 07/19/18 Hmmm. You seem... Familiar. Not sure about the smell though. A shower, perhaps.
Violet Adler 07/19/18 She laughed at his indication that lovely was a strong word, but wasn't deterred. "Well, life is too short to be meek. So I'm not."

"Lennox." She nodded once. "Strong name. Do you like pizza, Lennox?"
Noura Orlav 07/19/18 Listen. You don't owe me an explanation. You don't know me. I don't know you. I'm just saying you should get your sh-t together.
Noura Orlav 07/19/18 I try. Maybe take your time getting dressed in the morning.
Elouise Warrock 07/19/18 Blinks. Holds up a snickers bar. “Sorry, just having a snack. You are?”
Noura Orlav 07/19/18 Your shirt is on inside out.
Violet Adler 07/19/18 "Well hello there." She smiled brightly at the stranger. "You look like a big scoop of bad news. Lovely to meet you." She offered her hand. "I'm Violet."
Elouise Warrock 07/19/18 Snack.
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