SPRING, Eleanor | Recreated

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ELEANOR LILIAN SPRING

TWENTY THREE

RECREATED

UNEMPLOYED

JESSICA DE GOUW

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basics BIRTHDAY: FEBRUARY 9TH STATUS: It's complicated orientation: Straight KEY TRAITS: Forgetful (due to her memory swap), Defiant, ROMANTIC behind the mask Hello! My name is HANNAH and I am SIXTEEN years old. As of today, I have been role playing for approximately FIVE years. I also play THE EPIC ONES.

Eleanor was walking in a dark forest, the shadows long and cold on her skin. The ground beneath her bare feet was wet and layered with moss. Underneath the moss the brunette could feel the solid ground, but it still felt like she could fall through at any moment if she put her weight on the wrong spot. The thick branches of the pine trees blocked out light in the majority of the forest, the only illumination coming from the flame held in Eleanor's hand. She could feel the fire burning the skin, melting it away from the bone with a sickening stench. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, but still Eleanor didn't drop the flame from her grasp. She was looking for something, but what? The scene changed, the darkness a mist that flooded into Eleanor's vision. She was back in the City with the Spring Manor as the backdrop for the next vision. Eleanor was floating, seeing the situation unfold. She saw a brunette walking out of the manor, the gates closing automatically behind her with a sickening, yet familiar, screech. Immediately she recognized herself and let out a gasp as she continued to watch. The other Eleanor's attention turned to the left, a ways down the street. Eleanor herself followed the girl's gaze and locked eyes on a familiar face that frequented her dreams. The man was tall, his face strong and handsome. He was dressed as a worker would be, with long pants and long sleeves. The hair on his face hadn't been shaven in a while and was growing longer around his mouth and chin. Even from a distance Eleanor could tell that he stood a few inches taller than she did. His eyes were the purest blue, and they had locked on the Eleanor of the dream. His expression shifted to surprise, fear, and at the same time longing. It was as if he loved Eleanor but hated the sight of her as well. Again the view changed, this time it took place in a room Eleanor didn't recognize. She was again watching the scene unfold before her, and saw herself again as well as the man from the previous scene. They stood an arms length from each other and they were talking. It seemed as though they were arguing, but Eleanor couldn't hear anything they said. Suddenly, the man grabbed hold of the dream Ellie's arms and pulled her into him, his lips collapsing onto hers. For a moment she looked surprised, angry, and like she would push him away. Then, something in her changed and she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss fully. "I remember..." said the dream Eleanor, pulling back from the kiss. Her words floated in the air as everything froze and faded out. Eleanor was the first subject of the machines and had the memory of her love JARED blocked from access. It's still there and someday, it will be regained. She has this dream repeatedly, or variations of it. For now, she absolutely loves the City and living there. She loves the uniformity, the routine. Eleanor is completely loyal to her father and everything he does, though she doesn't know the full extent of his power. She has no idea that she was recreated by the machines.

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