eloiiseharris
E L O I S E
time is on our side we can wait for it. i'll be doing fine if you are 'cause life is but a dream only as real as you left it.
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RAPH
“She does make everything better,” Raph agrees with a sharp nod. The girl isn’t a Fox, she’s not an ally or even an associate but she seems eager to help and Raph is desperate so he lets her. “Please,” he says. He uses the word so rarely that it rolls clumsily off his tongue. “I will give you whatever I can in exchange for finding her.”
He hesitates when the girl asks him for the cat’s name. “She doesn’t have one. I never decided on one.” He had wanted to give her one. Naming her would have marked her transition from a temporary visitor in his life to a permanent fixture, a pet.
A pet was a step towards something too domestic for Raph to consider. Pets were parts of families and homes and Raph had neither of those things. He would never have those things to offer her. He hadn’t wanted a pet. He’d always known at some point, in some way he would have to part with her.
But not now, not yet. He doesn’t want to yet.
“She responds to ‘cat’ and ‘you’,” Raph says, stalking down the hall. If the woman only has a set amount of time to help him he’s not going to waste it on pleasantries or unnecessary explanation. “
Eloise hums thoughtfully. She doesn’t have any pets, not now, but when she was younger, when her parents were still together, she can remember having a dog. It was a yappy little thing, brown and fluffy. His name was Shiloh, and she remembered loving him. He wasn’t fond of her -- she had a penchant for tying bows of around his collar and for kissing his head a thousand times over before she went to bed. He was impressively well-behaved. They never got another pet after Shiloh, not after her parents divorced and started their new lives. Their love for Shiloh was forgotten and found elsewhere.
“ I don’t want anything if I find her ,” she replies with a slight wave of her hand and a shake of her head. “ It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it ? I just -- I like helping, you know ? ” For a split second, her expression falls but a bright smile replaces it near immediately. “ Just let me pet her and we’ll call it that. ”
She follows behind Raph, her steps quick. She doesn’t quite know how to respond to him saying the cat’s name ( or lack thereof ) and so she says nothing. It seems like the better option. “ Does she have a favorite toy or anything ? Something with a bell you could shake ? I just -- she seems important to you. Might as well do all we can to find her. ”
Her smile is soft, slightly sympathetic. “ She seems important to you. I just want to make sure we do what we can to help find her. ”
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Eloise → Ripley
Ripley: i miss palmetto too, don't worry
Ripley: a car full of vixens and foxes coming your way soon
Ripley: be as sappy as you want. i hope your holiday is as great as mine was
Eloise: ugh i really can't wait
Eloise: mine was fine! i went to betsey's and that was nice so i'm glad i got to do that!
Eloise: it was good to see everyone who was still here
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NOAH
Noah couldn’t help but grin, laughing. “I’ve never had a sidekick before! But I know I couldn’t pick better partner in crime than you, El,” he beamed. She had already managed to pull his mood into a direct one eighty with her eagerness to participate in this grand scheme of theirs.
Noah had been thinking about the little fish that must be suffering in their tiny cups of water that they never left unless they died or were bought. And the more Noah thought about it, the more he wanted to fix it. Ever since Patch had waxed poetically about animal rights to him when he was drunk and face down on Noah’s bed after kicking open the wrong door and invading his space, he couldn’t help but think about what animals he could help. Fish sounded like a great place to start.
“Well, first things first; we walk. So, madame,” he said, bowing low before holding out his hand to her. “Let us be on our way then, shall we?” he asked in his stuffiest voice with his most playfully haughtiest expression.
“I’m very glad I’ll suffice,” she replied. Eloise would content herself in being a sidekick happily. It never occurred to her that she would be in the centerfold or any first choice anyhow, and that didn’t bother her in the slightest. “You ever think about what kind of super powers you’d have if you had them? ‘Cause I do. Not a lot, but it’s occurred to me,” she prattled in with little pause, “ and I’d think I’d want telepathy. It’d be nice to know what everyone was thinking at any minute, you know ? “
El took his hand with little hesitation. “We shall, kind sir,” she said with a grin. “It ought to be a good day, with a noble quest of such a high degree.” She giggled at the act they put on, unable to take it seriously. “It’s just fish, right? For now, at least — we’ll rescue all of the other animals some other time? I don’t think we can turn the Vixen Den into a menagerie right now. We might face some strong opposition even though our moral compasses are pointed to true north.”
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RAPH
Date: Nov 25
Time: 4:30 PM
Location:Fox Tower
Status:Open
She is gone.
Raph had told his roommates that The Cat had a habit of running for the door. That they needed to be careful. That they needed to close it quickly when entering and exiting the room. He had outlined it clearly, explicitly. He had repeated himself. He had worked to make sure that each of his roommates understood that the door should not. Be left. Open.
But she is gone all the same. He tears apart the dorm room to make sure. He even loudly opens the refrigerator and takes out her bag of cheese cubes, shaking it to see if she will come running. She is gone.
His eyes hurt. His throat hurts.
He is going to kill Sosa, Byrd, and Mayweather. He is going to eviscerate them.
He stares at the bag in his hand. She probably left because he did not give her enough, or because he did not pet her enough, or because he was not soft and kind and warm enough to justify shackling herself to him. There obviously aren’t enough toys in the room to keep her interested. He should have bought more for her when he had the chance. He should have given her more chicken.
She is gone. She is probably all alone wherever she is.
For a moment it’s as if he is 7 years old again, watching his first and only toy drop away and disappear into the black void of the ocean. An awful part of him knows it is better to be rid of her. She had been distracting. Caring for her had eaten up time and attention he could have been devoting to Exy.
But she had been soft. She had curled on his chest late at night while he laid in his bed and pretended to be able to sleep. By being a part of his life she had made it better in some strange and indefinable way.
He looks for her in the tower first. It’s a slow time of day when the foot traffic through the building is at a minimum. It’s likely that unless she’s found a window she is still inside. He begins at the top floor and works his way down in sections. For the first time since he took her in, he regrets not naming her. There’s nothing to call out while he searches. He only has her bag of cheese cubes to shake.
He whirls when hears the stairwell door open behind him. He stalks up to the person who opened it. “Have you seen a cat?” He demands. “She is brown and black and very small. She likes belly rubs. Have you seen her?”
Eloise takes the steps upwards two by two, and by the time she reaches the floor she was heading to there is a stitch in her side. But it is fine. She’ll catch her breath and be right as rain in a few minutes. She isn’t quite sure who she is looking for in Fox Tower. Lucky, maybe, but there were half a dozen other Foxes she wouldn’t mind talking to for a bit either. She has time to kill and nothing to do.
On a reflex, hearing Raph’s question, Eloise spins around, her gaze fixing on the ground in the stairwell to look for the cat. When she sees nothing, she looks back towards him with a sympathetic expression. “If I had seen a cat, my day would be a thousand times better. Unfortunately, though, I haven’t.” The corners of her lips pull downwards into a frown and she glances past him down the hall.
“Do you want help looking for her?” Her eyes move towards the watch on her wrist and she nods her head. “I’ve got some time before I’ve got to be at work. I could help for a little bit at the very least. What’s her name?”
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Eloise → Mars
Mars: why would i give a crap about that elsa
Mars: nah i sold my
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Eloise → Kent
Kent: girl get on campus!! that's where all the fun people are
Kent: you better come to the thanksgiving dinner!!!!! i'm baking pies this year and lemme just say this now you haven't lived until you try em
Eloise: it's weird to be on campus over break!!! especially since i don't live on campus
Eloise: i promise i'll be making an appearance. i might not be there the whole time but i'll pop in!!
Eloise: ooh what kind of pies? i can hardly wait
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Eloise → Mars
Mars: riiiiiight
Mars: i care y?
Mars: don't you have a disney channel original series to be plucky in? why are you waking me up from my nap to be sad and sappy?
Eloise: because i'm a teammate of yours?
Eloise: don't you have a heart or something? tell me you don't miss the vixens even just a little bit
Eloise: i'm sad and sappy all of the time i just don't let it show as much
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Eloise → Lucky
Lucky: that’s a technicality and you know it!
Lucky: of COURSE you should come to campus. save me from myself before i do something drastic like go practice for the third time today
Lucky: see? it’s a noble cause
Eloise: it might be a technicality but i'm still right :)
Eloise: okay i'm pretty sure you /like/ exy and that still seems excessive to me
Eloise: so i guess i'll come save you from yourself, if only because it's the noble thing to do
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ARCHER
LOCATION: The Foxhole Court
DATE: November 23rd
TIME: Late afternoon
(OPEN)
Most Foxes went to the Court to practice. They probably grabbed their racquet and a bucket of balls, eager to work on their shots or rebounds. But Archer? Not so much. He didn’t have a routine. He didn’t have anything he wanted to work on. Archer’s practice sessions were more like validation ones. Whenever he felt less of a Fox, he went to the Court to boost his confidence.
Archer threw on his gear and snatched up his racquet, entering the court with his head held high. His voice echoed in the empty space when he spoke, “Stepping onto the court…hailing from Jupiter, Florida…is number thirty-one!” A grin spread across Archer’s face, “your favorite Fox…your outstanding offensive dealer…Archer Spelling!” Archer stopped in the center of the court, lifting his racquet above his head with both hands, imitating the roar of a crowd. He reveled in the moment until he heard footsteps behind him. Despite the interruption, Archer was determined to keep his ring announcer skit alive, “what’s this? Someone enters the court! Practice may be over for Spelling!”
Archer looked over his shoulder at the other as he lowered his racquet. He took off his helmet, his grin falling into a feigned pout. “Way to ruin my practice. You need something?” The grin returned. “Like…an introduction of your own? Oh, shit! I can totally do that! Give me something to work with!”
Sometimes when Eloise was tired of studying at home and tired of the library, she came to the court. She would sit in the stands, her books on other seats, one open on her lap, and just study. Usually, she wasn’t noticed. She was small in the empty stands, and it was easy to look over her. She really did love when some of the Foxes were practicing, too. The thud of the ball against the goal or the walls of the courts became her soundtrack, nothing even or in time, but rhythmic still the same.
El slipped into the court behind Asher, quiet. She didn’t want to bother him and she had studying to do anyways. Her eyes widened in surprise when he started talking -- it was clear it wasn’t directed towards her, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the mock-announcer voice he put on. It wasn’t to poke fun at him, she just found it amusing.
When he turned to her, she shook her head. “ I didn’t mean to ruin your practice -- I was just going to study in here. I can go find somewhere else ? ” She shifted her bag to her other shoulder, rocking back onto her heels. “ And an introduction for me ? I don’t see the need for that. I’m just Eloise, there’s no need for fanfare. ”
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Eloise → Mars
Mars: new phone who dis
Eloise: are you serious, mars????
Eloise: it's el
Eloise: eloise harris
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Eloise → Kent
Kent: you: wow i can't believe everybody's gone
Kent: me: literally still here on campus
Kent: you, probably: wow sometimes i can still hear his voice
Eloise: https://i.imgflip.com/2tfqlx.jpg
Eloise: not what i meant at all !!!!
Eloise: it's just quieter and feels lonelier, you know ??
Eloise: tell me you /don't/ feel a difference
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Eloise → Lucky
Lucky: can’t believe you’re complaining about being lonely when i’m legit right here
Lucky: offensive, harris. offensive
Eloise: okay but i've been stuck at my mother's house instead of being at palmetto soooooo you're not quite "right here"
Eloise: but maybe i'll free myself and come to campus ? we can hang and chat and i don't know
Eloise: if you want to, of course
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NOAH
Noah couldn’t help but walk back to the Den feeling a bit down-trodden. He hadn’t done as well as he personally had wanted that day, and the strain of the disappointment of his failure physically paired with his recent failures socially made him feel exhausted. He didn’t like getting like this, because he didn’t have the right to be upset. Especially not about things so small.
He had decided to go home and sleep off the funk he was in, so he wouldn’t have to sit and think about how most of his misery was self induced in the first place. He was so stuck in his head, that he didn’t even notice Eloise until she was standing in front of him, beaming with that bright smile of hers that was down right infectious.
As out-of-sorts as Noah was feeling, he couldn’t help but perk up at the idea of company. Especially company with someone who was as bright-eyed as Eloise was. He could help but laughed, grinning back, his more negative feelings effortlessly drifting to the back of his mind.
“I know you were secretly waiting for me to get back, El. You don’t need to hide that from me,” he teased. He was already feeling up for some adventuring, whatever fatigue he was feeling fading fast as he started bouncing on the tips of his toes.
“Let me get changed, and then we can go do something!” he said, bolting for the stairs, his gym bag banging wildly against the hall and he winced. “Oops!” he shouted behind him, but didn’t slow down, changing at lightning speed so he could get back to her. It was on his way back that it hit him, and he slid the final few steps towards her with his socked feet before grabbing her shoulders.
“We need to go rescue fish from a pet store,” he said in a hushed tone, his eyes wide as he looked at her.
This was undoubtedly the best part of being a Vixen. Yes, El loved cheering and she loved supporting the Foxes, but the friendships that came out of it were a thousand times better. She was comfortable, she felt like she belonged. She hadn’t felt like that in a very long time, but really this was the first time she felt like it would stick. Really, everything that came in the past just couldn’t compare. She had hope at the time, but that fizzled out as her phone stopped ringing and people seemed to forget Eloise existed. These friendships she had now, though? They were different, they were much better. She cherished them wholeheartedly.
She grinned at Noah, and sat back down as she waited for him to change. Fingers tapped anxiously on her leg. She was excited -- she had made that clear enough -- and now the only question left was what to do. She would be up for anything, not picky so long as she had company. It was nice, the feeling someone wanted to be around her.
Eloise’s eyes widened when Noah came back, and for a second she stared, before nodding her head in agreement. “ I think that’s a great idea. ” She really didn’t know all that rescuing fish would entail. In all honesty, she expected it meant they would be coming back to the Vixen Den with a tank and a multitude of fish. She wouldn’t mind taking one home either, now that she thought about it. “ Just -- you lead the way, yeah ? You’re the hero and I’m your loyal sidekick. We fight for the fish. ”
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LOCATION: The Vixen Den
DATE: November 20th
STATUS: Closed to @inoahthingor2
The Vixen Den was a place Eloise considered a home away from home. It was ( usually ) always bursting with energy and action, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t love every moment spent there. The rest of the Vixens were her friends ( thinking that always sent a little whirr through her heart, a happy little thud ) and they enjoyed her company. It was strange to think how far she’d come, but she wouldn’t turn her back on this life she was living for the world. The holidays, though, dimmed its noise. People were home and, while she couldn’t blame them for that, she still classes were on and they were here. She wished it would be bustling with excitement. She wished there were people to talk to. It was an innocent wish, perhaps a little selfish, but she couldn’t fault herself for that.
The door to the Den opened and from where she sat, Eloise’s head turned to see who was coming in. She squinted slightly at the light that came in behind them before seeing who it was. “ Noah -- ” she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. She stood up and rushed over, a little indelicately, to say the least. “ I’ve been waiting for someone -- anyone -- to get here. Not that you’re my last choice or anything because I adore you, but you know what I mean, right? ” She shrugged her shoulders slightly, still beaming. “ Do you want to do something? We could watch a movie or play a game -- or take a walk around campus ? Honestly, I’m just wanting company, and you are the lucky winner of my companionship. ”
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Eloise → Open
Eloise: not to be sappy on main, but i miss having everyone on campus
Eloise: so like, i hope everyone is having a great holiday and all, but everyone needs to come back soon xoxo
Eloise: actually i'm going to be full-on sappy on main, it just doesn't feel the same and i feel lonely without having all the foxes and vixens here in my life
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OLIVIA
WHO: Open
WHERE: Abby’s Thanksgiving Dinner Party
WHEN: Thanksgiving day
Her stomach was rumbling, and as she sat in her dorm room for what felt like the fifth day in a row since returning, Olivia knew she couldn’t survive off of Cheez-its and ramen noodles. She needed a meal, and to ignore the buzzing of her phone as her father kept calling her, texting her, messaging her, begging her to reply. The girl couldn’t stomach it, half tempted to block his number but not wanting to entirely step on his heart with the heel of her shoe, she typed a small message to him. A simple:
Happy Thanksgiving, I love you. I’m sorry.
Pressing send, she sighed as she clicked open her school e-mail, the invitation to go to Abby’s for Thanksgiving sitting already opened at the top of the list. It made her stomach growl again, and she sighed. She really needed to eat something with substance, so she rolled off her bed and opened the drawer to her dresser. Fishing out a pair of light washed ripped jeans and an oversized knit sweater in a shade of deep brown, she remembered when she found these at a small store her aunt took her to. God, she missed her aunt on holidays like this. Pulling it on, she checked her reflection in the mirror. The bags under her eyes, the swollen look of her face from what felt like a flood of off and on tears, she wished she knew something about makeup to cover it all but instead she went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face in hopes it’d help.
With a small brush of her hair, she sighed and shrugged, “This’ll do.” She muttered to herself before she made her way to the location, opting to ride her long board there because at this point the idea of a warm meal was too good to pass up. Finally she got there, tucking her board under her arm as she went to knock, only to have the door swing open and she was finally face to face with someone since she’d gone MIA after the public incident with her father. Clearing her throat, she tucked her locks behind her ear, “Uh, hi, I’m here for the….dinner thing?”
Somehow, Eloise ended up spending all of her Thanksgiving at Abby’s. It turned out that her mother thought she’d be at her father’s, and her father thought she’d be at her mother’s, and El consoled their moments of feeling guilty for assuming she’d had plans by saying she did in fact have a place for dinner. It was just not what either had expected. Still, she offered them smiles and brushed it off. It didn’t matter that much anyways. It was just a meal, she told herself.
And so she found herself at Abby’s. She had greeted the older woman with a smile, immediately swooping into the kitchen to help with whatever needed to be done. It was nice, comforting, even, to be so welcomed into something without any reservation. She didn’t mind helping either -- chopping carrots, mincing celery. She hummed to herself as she did her work, content in how the day was turning out.
People came in slowly, trickling in when they pleased. By the time dinner was nearly ready to be served, the house was humming with the voices of all who were there. Really, Eloise was thriving. This was the sort of environment she loved. Everyone wanted to be there ( or so she told herself ) and it was just happy. There was no reason for her to be down and it’s exactly what she needed.
The food was almost done when Abby called out for Eloise to open the door. She put her knife down onto the cutting board and bounded over to the door. She opened it with a smile. “ Yes! ” she said to Olivia. “ We’re still cooking -- I mean, I was chopping a few things up, which might not be cooking, if we’re being technical -- but it’ll be done soon. Come in. ”
She took a step back to give Olivia room to come in. “ You’re welcome to wait in the dining room or living room. I think Abby said she just didn’t want idle hands in the kitchen because it’s already hot in there already, you know? But if you want to keep me company while I finish up -- I’m cutting up a few things for the gravy -- I’d love it. And I wouldn’t tell Abby you weren’t helping cook for my sake. ”
#“ ━━ ◤ chat; olivia f. ◢#food mention tw#food tw#i feel like this gif personifies eloise so well.#“ ━━ ◤ chat; ◢
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ARLO
LOCATION: Abby’s Living Room
DATE: November 18th
TIME: Late afternoon
STATUS: Open
It’s raining.
Big, fat drops splatter against the window and Arlo watches them slide slowly down the foggy glass with detached disinterest as he idly passes a mug of rapidly cooling vanilla herbal tea between his hands.
He doesn’t come here much, during the season. Not because he thinks Abby doesn’t want him - she’s stressed, over the years, that housing him and putting up with his ‘particular brand of weird’ isn’t a burden in the least - but because he likes to… keep up the illusion. To pretend he’s normal. That all this is real, in a way.
It’s sad, but he likes to think of this as his home.
A place to come back to.
And it’s hard to ‘come back to’ a place that you hardly ever leave.
So he obstinately stays in his dorm room at Fox Tower during the week, even on the days he misses Abby’s worn out throw blankets and cozy kitchen with the mismatched cutlery and faulty microwave. He stays away because on the rare chances he does return (the odd weekend here and there, school breaks, etc.) he wants it to feel special. Safe. Real. Real. Real.
A place to come back to.
But today, amidst the rain and the thoughts swirling around his head and his uncharacteristically melancholy mood, he couldn’t quite resist the temptation of Abby’s unbiased affection, Judge Judy reruns, and calming tea.
She’d left him a half hour ago, curled up on one of the overly plush armchairs with his mug, imparting the need for an impromptu grocery run because ‘Seriously Arlo, I have nothing here to feed you with and it’s you, so don’t pretend you won’t be whining for some ice cream or those weird pickle things you like or, God forbid, both, in the next half-hour’ - and, honestly, she knows him too well.
Judge Judy berates a college student for suing his ex-girlfriend for stealing his Yu-Gi-Oh Cards in the background as Arlo stares absently out the window, watching the pot holes in Abby’s front yard begin to collect water and form little pools in the grass. He’s so lost in thought he almost misses a car (that’s definitely not Abby’s) pull into the drive, headlights casting a warm glow over the sitting room.
He doesn’t exactly feel like dealing with one of his teammates, right now, but he does his best to sit up a little straighter and seem a little less….out of it, as a car door slams outside and someone approaches the porch.
It struck Eloise only this morning that Thanksgiving was only a few days away. Somewhere between getting an early start on assignments for the rest of the semester and keeping an eye on her younger siblings, she had allowed the holiday to creep up on her. Now, it was still a few days away, but El was nothing beyond well-prepared for everything she could be. She had let Abby know that she would love to help out for the cooking for the Thanksgiving dinner, even if she wasn’t sure she was going to be attending. She still wasn’t sure if she was attending her mother’s or father’s -- that was another debacle in itself.
Still, she drove over to Abby’s, humming along to the Christmas song that played on the radio ( she considered November a perfectly good time for starting Christmas music -- anyone who said it was too early was a humbug and she would stand firm on that position ) and a bag of groceries sat on the passenger’s seat. She had told Abby she would bake and freeze some pies in advance, that way on Thanksgiving itself all that had to be done was toss the pie in the oven. It would spare whomever was doing the cooking the chaos of making a pie on top of everything else.
She pulled her car into the drive, turning the key in the ignition and pulling it out. She grabbed the bag of ingredients off of the other seat and headed up to the door. Knocking briefly, she opened the door. “ Hello? ” she called out, not knowing if anyone would be there. Abby had mentioned running out and then she didn’t see her car either -- she stopped when she saw Arlo. She offered a half smile, readjusting the bag in her arms before saying, “ Abby said it was alright for me to come in. I’m baking pies today? ” She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to explain herself. She forced herself to sound more sure. “ I’m baking cherry and apple, and then we’ll freeze them and bake them off on Thanksgiving morning. Just to save time, you know. ”
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