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lyrics: sorry i ain't got no money i'm not trying to be funny but i left it all at home today you can call me what you wanna i ain't giving you a dollar this time i ain't gonna run away you might knock me down you might knock me down but i will get back up again you can call it how you wanna i ain't giving you a dollar this time i ain't gonna run away
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Dec 10 2017, 09:02 PM
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Eleonore was not particularly thrilled that her body guard was being a bit of a killjoy and dragging her away from the clubs and parties she was going to at a normal time for most people, but for Eleonore it was much too early to go home. She insisted on walking to a better place to get an Uber, plus saying the cold air will make her calm down a bit from the highs of whatever was in her system at three in the morning. What Kiefer likely wasn’t expecting was her to kick off her shoes and take off dashing into the park which had closed hours upon hours before. <p>
”Shortcut!” she exclaimed, taking off in a light jog no longer hindered by her heels, though she was hopeful that her bodyguard would at the very least pick those up on the way to getting to her. It was cold, her feet were frozen, but it was such a fun and spontaneous idea that she had that she couldn’t just refuse her instincts. She burst into giggles as she found herself swaying and spinning in circles, arms in the air, not really caring that they were trespassing now—that didn’t matter anyway, he had to go along with whatever she wanted to do anyway. ”Dance with me?” she asked through her giggles, reaching a hand out for him, because the least he could do was also have fun with her, right? At least make him seem bearable to be around for Eleonore.


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Oct 22 2017, 07:58 PM
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Eleonore enjoyed mornings in that she rarely saw the parts of mornings that most people saw--going to sleep after a night out at four thirty in the morning did that to you, she supposed. If she was lucky, he’d be up before three in the afternoon, and it wasn’t as if she had any prior engagements to worry about, so it wasn’t like she was going to miss out on anything. To say that Eleonore was looking forward to sleeping her day away was an understatement, and she rolled over under her fluffy duvet, burying herself further in a large stack of down pillows. However, her sleep was rather rudely interrupted by the sound of her bedroom door swinging open, hitting the wall, and the light above her turning on. ”What the fuck?” she inquired, her voice still half asleep as she sat up, trying to shield her eyes. <p>

It took a moment for her to get adjusted, both to being awake with such a bad hangover, and to understand that she had no idea who this man in her bedroom was. If he hadn’t woken her up rather rudely, Eleonore probably would have considered him cute, but currently she was more frustrated that she was up at…”Who the fuck are you, and why am I up at ten?” Honestly, she was more offended that she was up at this hour more than anything. It wasn’t as if she had to worry about getting up to meet up with her family or anything like that--and if she did, they were usually more...tolerable of her notions of meeting up later in the day, and if she had to be up earlier...well there better be some strong pain killers or bloody marys to get the job done. ”How did you even get in here, anyway?” Besides her, the only other people allowed to have a key to her apartment was her bodyguard, and last she checked Eleonore had scared the last one off and was too difficult and high-maintenance of a client to deal with.

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One of Eleonore’s favorite activities of the day besides going out was getting ready to go out. There was just something sacred about getting ready with a friend, blasting music, and pouring each other shots until they lost count that was just incredibly memorable for her. The previous night’s hangover had been washed away thanks to the copious amounts of painkillers and water she had consumed throughout the day, and had ordered some pesto dish that she ate some of beforer Cordelia came over, the two instantly getting to work and blasting music throughout her apartment as they sat in front of her vanity applying makeup and trying to get their hair to cooperate. In the meantime, Eleonore struggled to determine what was missing from the equation before hopping up, promising to return in a moment and going to her fridge to see what sort of bottles of booze she had. <p>

It became very obvious she was going to have to make a liquor run soon, but until then she produced a bottle of Ciroc, that she tucked under her arm as she grabbed shot glasses and figured they could share chaser if they needed it (otherwise known as the only reason she owned organic, freshly squeezed orange juice) and headed back to the room and plopping down on the bench, ”I come with gifts!” and as if to prove her point, she immediately poured the two of them a shot, ”I figured we had a little something something missing. Also, oh my god, that dress is fierce, but what are you going to do with your hair?” she asked, before tossing the shot back like it was a shot of water rather than vodka.


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Eleonore was at the point of the night where she wasn’t really sure what they were celebrating, but she was in the exclusive bottle service portion of the club and the drinks were flowing. She had lost count how many bottles of champagne she had popped open single-handedly, her hands being covered in the foam that exploded out of the bottle each time without it phasing her. However, she had gotten to the point where she was sure if she didn’t like rip her hands off her shot glass, it would be permanently stuck to her hand….maybe that’s why she had drank so much? And why her hands felt even more sticky than before...people really were shaky and kind with their pour the later into the night they had gotten, and instead had drunkenly maneuvered her way through people to a bathroom to wash her hands off. Surprisingly, there really wasn’t a line, but Ellie wasn’t going to complain about that. <p>

She pushed the door open with her elbow, preparing to shove someone out of the way of the sink so she could actually wash her hands when she realized there was someone else in the bathroom as well, cutting a line on the counter beside her. Most people would likely be put off by the notion of such blatant drug use, but Eleonore found it ballsy to be so open about it and grinned, ”I can lend you a bill or a credit card to get you going quicker if I can get in on the action? I can pitch some in myself too,” she offered lightly, giggling a bit. A pick me up would likely do her a lot of good as far as the rest of her night was concerned, ”Your hair is so cute, you are my favorite person here, why aren’t we already friends?” Eleonore exclaimed excitedly, pulling out her own little bag, a credit card and a fifty pound note.


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<div class="greenshippername">Jillian Wellington<br>
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Hi while I’m on a wanted ad making spree, I’m requesting today for a bestie for Eleonore here. You don’t necessarily have to make a new character, but in case you want to, I’ve faced and named her (though they aren’t set in stone, obviously) and thus will be referring to her as Jillian from this moment forward within the ad. <p>

So Eleonore is daughter of a Viscount and has moved to London to pursue a life of partying...or rather...party promoting (if you ask her parents what she’s doing), and spends a great deal of time out and about, new place every night, multiple parties a night, that kind of thing. She’s prone to getting into trouble, flirting with everyone, getting way too trashed and somehow managing to get home, hooking up in random public places...and well, obviously Ellie needs someone to support her and encourage her in these wild endeavors, so enter Jillian. <p>

Jillian and Ellie are basically two of the biggest party friends who encourage each other to keep drinking, keep doing this, oh, you should flirt with him, and also hook up with him!!! Types of friends that are great to have on the surface, but really aren’t there for you beyond that. That isn’t necessarily Jillian’s fault, however, Ellie holds most people at this distance because she’s scared of making them uncomfortable with their closeness or sharing too much or getting hurt and all of that. They’re the friends that facetime each other upon waking to recount how their nights ended up, go to brunch together and get drunk at 10am off of mimosas, order junk food and sleep the hangover off all day. <p>

Jillian’s past and personality is basically up to you, though she definitely has to be another out-of-control party girl as well. She can think Ellie is a terrible friend for not wanting to be closer to her, or she could be fine with it herself, that is up to you. It is also worth noting that Ellie will be having a body guard around to keep her safe and in line, and Jillian can absolutely either encourage Ellie to ditch him, or run away from him (or if she’s feeling ballsy and wants to get into an actual fight with Ellie, Jillian can flirt with him or even like mention flirting with him at all because hell no that’s Ellie’s and you can’t have him bc she’s in love with him and gets SUPER DUPER JEALOUS). <p>

ANYWAY. You can always hit me up on skype or pm or whatever with questions, answers, etc!
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