<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Elle "Ellie" Greene | Mr. Pringles (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 9 pmish</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Orchard</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em> Edgar, Liam, Devina, Danica, Thorne, Mr. Pringles |</em><br/><hr/><i>Jeez</i>, a nudist family? Maybe if more of the world was like Edgar, life would be a lot simpler… “Yeah…” Elle mumbled in agreement, all while absentmindedly tugging one of her coat sleeves further down her arm. It was funny that he mentioned how prudish people were about the human body – not<i>haha</i>funny, but still. Ellie was probably one of the greatest examples of body discomfort. At least if you counted how she now felt about her own.<br/><br/>When the subject moved on to horror films – not that she had anything to do with it – she became immediately more animated. “Gore fests aren’t really my favorite either.” She agreed with Edgar yet again. “And cheese danishes are<i>waaay</i>better if they’re made with farmer’s cheese and honey.” The girl licked her lips at the mere thought. She definitely had a favorite bakery back home. It made her stomach grumble at her, which then had her reach for one of the honey buns Mr. Pringles had tossed out of her bag.<br/><br/>But of course, she wasn’t<i>high</i>or anything.<br/><br/>“Four. I’ve got four brothers. Two are older than me, and giant assholes.” She rolled her eyes. Which<i>totally</i>wasn’t why she was feeling strangely relaxed about talking about her family with total strangers. “Both my brothers are a handful of years older than me, and my mom wasn’t around very much. So they always<i>‘got stuck with me’</i>.” Her voice deepened, as if she were attempting to imitate someone – probably one of them. “So when I was little one of their ways of getting rid of me was to throw a scary movie on.” At least that was their kindest way of shoving her out of their universe.<br/><br/>“But yeah, pumpkin head’s great. There’s definitely some psychological stuff to the first one. Even the second one too.” Elle grinned toothily. “But I haven’t heard of Fear Street.” Probably because she didn’t have access to netflix. “I’ll have to put it on my list for when I get back home.” Especially if they don’t have mind-numbingly stupid characters. Too many times she found herself yelling at the tv screen like they could hear her. “I am a fan of horror spoofs too, though.” She added on that note, snickering as well.<br/><br/>“Oh, that’s so cool. I<i>love</i>rock!” She exclaimed, but really she just loved most music in general. “I’m probably not as knowledgeable as you though.” It was wild that he’d had a guitar for so long, and that he still hung onto it like he did. She really appreciated that he managed to find a way to get past something tragic and turn it into something positive. It was<i>incredibly</i>respectable. Probably even marketable. “So forgive me if my request is cringy.” She scrunched her nose apologetically. “But do you know anything from The Eagles?”<br/><br/>