Eleanor Shellstrop (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entranceway2019-04-15 12:10 am
shrimpheavennow) wrote in entranceway2019-04-15 12:10 am
[video forever]
[Eleanor isn't...great about being vulnerable as it is. But it's even worse knowing how many people she's about to open up to. So she takes a deep breath before she actually speaks, letting it out in a slow sigh. And gives the most forced smile ever.]
So...hi. I uh. I was gone, for a bit. Went back to my world and stuff happened and now I'm here again. And it kind of means my memory is all over the place, because, surprise, Michael reset my memory again while I was back there. And I'm kind of...having a hard time. I can't even remember which room was mine.
[Eugh, that was so honest and sincere. She closes her eyes, as if it doesn't count if she isn't looking. Honestly it doesn't work at all, and she stares into the camera again, expression tight.]
Just. What do you guys do to like...ignore how fucked up the inside of your head is? Fuck, nobody else is probably dealing with this. My point is I need a distraction, or maybe a head injury. Suggestions welcome. So. Bye, I guess.
[She scowls, annoyed at how that fell apart at the end, but. Fuck, she tried, right?]
So...hi. I uh. I was gone, for a bit. Went back to my world and stuff happened and now I'm here again. And it kind of means my memory is all over the place, because, surprise, Michael reset my memory again while I was back there. And I'm kind of...having a hard time. I can't even remember which room was mine.
[Eugh, that was so honest and sincere. She closes her eyes, as if it doesn't count if she isn't looking. Honestly it doesn't work at all, and she stares into the camera again, expression tight.]
Just. What do you guys do to like...ignore how fucked up the inside of your head is? Fuck, nobody else is probably dealing with this. My point is I need a distraction, or maybe a head injury. Suggestions welcome. So. Bye, I guess.
[She scowls, annoyed at how that fell apart at the end, but. Fuck, she tried, right?]
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[It's super unhealthy. He's super unhealthy.]
Wouldn't offer to sit and listen to the bullshit if I wasn't willing to hear it. I usually go under the lake, but you're kinda human and can't...breathe underwater. But I guess we can go walk or some shit, I dunno.
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Okay, yeah, I guess I did fight people for stress relief. Just didn't think of it that way.
[To be fair, it happened a lot more often if someone else started it. Or if she was drunk and thought someone else started it.]
Yeah, walk sounds better. Also, someday I kinda need deets on whatever it is you are that you can breathe underwater.
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[It's probably not something to offer much comfort, but Gren's not exactly the Comfort Friend.]
Sure, we can walk. And we can talk about the...deets? If you want, I don't give a shit who knows what.
[He says 'deets' like you'd expect an eighty-year-old grandpa to say it. That in itself is probably telling. ]
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Sure. Meet me at the front door?
[She heads that way, already feeling a little better just from moving.]
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[And he'll lumber his way off in that direction. He'd much rather be getting hammered, but contrary to popular belief, he can hold a conversation when he needs to- if the person matters enough to him. Luckily, Eleanor is just such a person. He greets her with a shrug- which is basically like a friendly wave for him.]
So. We walkin'?