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Mar. 18th, 2016 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Usually, Jo doesn't go out of her way to announce disappearances. Either someone beats her to it, or she'd rather deal with her feelings in private, but this one-- this one she can't let slip by unmarked.]
Ellen Harvelle is gone.
I just wanted to thank everyone who made her feel at home while she was here.
She's a tough lady, but I know my mom appreciated it in her own way.
I'll be taking over her shifts at the bar.
Just thought people should know, in case they were looking for her.
[It's simple and largely impersonal, but she doesn't know any other way to announce it without breaking down. Voice and video were out of the question, because she knows she wouldn't have been able to get through it without falling apart, but even so, she decides against hiding herself away for the rest of the day.
Instead, she tries to focus her attention outwards, the way she always does when stressed or upset. During the afternoon, she can be found in the gym, aggressively working out her issues with one of the hanging bags or running herself to exhaustion on one of the treadmills-- or, when physical activity stops being distracting enough, she'll bury herself in cleaning despite the fact that the gym really doesn't need much looking after at the moment. At least once, she'll slow to a stop on the treadmill and lean against the handles, hiding her face against folded arms as she tries to collect herself.
From evening onward, she'll be busying herself in the bar, reluctant to head back to her room just yet. She'll find ways to keep herself busy there, as well, and while she'll be doing what she can to keep herself focused and together, she's more reticent than usual, despite having an admittedly forced smile for everyone who happens to come through the door.]
Ellen Harvelle is gone.
I just wanted to thank everyone who made her feel at home while she was here.
She's a tough lady, but I know my mom appreciated it in her own way.
I'll be taking over her shifts at the bar.
Just thought people should know, in case they were looking for her.
[It's simple and largely impersonal, but she doesn't know any other way to announce it without breaking down. Voice and video were out of the question, because she knows she wouldn't have been able to get through it without falling apart, but even so, she decides against hiding herself away for the rest of the day.
Instead, she tries to focus her attention outwards, the way she always does when stressed or upset. During the afternoon, she can be found in the gym, aggressively working out her issues with one of the hanging bags or running herself to exhaustion on one of the treadmills-- or, when physical activity stops being distracting enough, she'll bury herself in cleaning despite the fact that the gym really doesn't need much looking after at the moment. At least once, she'll slow to a stop on the treadmill and lean against the handles, hiding her face against folded arms as she tries to collect herself.
From evening onward, she'll be busying herself in the bar, reluctant to head back to her room just yet. She'll find ways to keep herself busy there, as well, and while she'll be doing what she can to keep herself focused and together, she's more reticent than usual, despite having an admittedly forced smile for everyone who happens to come through the door.]