#✦ ・thread 001 ⸺ colby & eliana.

[pastghcsts]

Ellie has a habit of finding herself in the way. Of anything, really — people, places, things, danger. She’d like to say it’s not her fault, but it’s definitely her fault, and it’s definitely almost always on purpose. Not this time, though — this time, she’s mostly trying to stay out of the way so she can keep an eye on the sketchy dude she’s seen coming in and out of The Bank so many times, always with someone new on his arm, always talking up his importance at his job.

The very same company owned by one of the motherfuckers pinned up to the secret board in Ellie’s closet, and, listen, she’s extremely normal about things, alright? There’s nothing weird about investigating people through smaller, unimportant people, especially when that’s the only avenue they’ve left you to explore. Can’t exactly keep showing up to the places they’ve already deemed you persona non grata, or whatever.

It’s a very mild chase, what she’s doing, when she runs into the singer that’s just coming off the stage — fantastic voice, had her tapping her toes to Fleetwood Mac in between the light stalking she’s been doing — and she can’t help but hold out her hands to steady herself against the blonde’s arms. “Whoops!” She grins. “I’m fine, I’m good, sorry,” she talks over the emcee introducing some other local artist that’s probably gonna DJ or something, with a stage name like Mouse Underground Local. “That was my bad, wasn’t looking where I was going.”

She glances behind the girl and curses under her breath — she lost the douchebag. He can’t have gone far, though. Douchebags love local DJ sets, right? She meets the other’s gaze and blinks, realizing she’s been holding on to her arms this entire time. “Oh,” she pulls back, grinning sheepishly. “Yep, those are your arms,” she pockets her hands in her coat. “You were great up there, by the way! I can carry a tune in karaoke, but fuck me, you can like, actually sing, huh?”

who: open (3/4) where: the igloo dome what: colby finishes up her set and immediately runs into you

This was an impressive feat, even for Colby. She'd only been in Chicago a week and had already booked a singing gig. Granted, she was singing in an igloo, to a bunch of people paying more attention to their mittens and hot chocolates, and she'd had to incessantly bother more than one event planner to get added to the list of musicians... but it was worth it. She was allowed four songs, so she chose two covers and two originals. Both her covers were Fleetwood Mac, because she would never love anyone more than Stevie Nicks. And both her originals were about the same ex. But nobody in this igloo had to know that part. She sang the last few lines of Go Your Own Way; you can call it another lonely day - and thanked the igloo for its time. Flying on the high of public performance, she dreamily skipped down the steps of the little stage, and ran completely into someone. "Fuck, shit, sorry!" she said, stepping back to assess the damage. "You good?"