Elisa Pratt

Wesley watched her carefully, a little bit afraid to move her hands from her eyes. He didn’t want to upset her in any way and also knew that it helped. For some strange reason, covering your eyes made the world seem to disappear and for that split second, nothing seemed so bad. Reaching out, he gently pushed hair away from her eyes, “Hey hey, don’t think like that, honey. Who couldn’t like you? I think they would care if you chose a chipmunk, especially because I hear they’ve got a pretty hard bite. Elisa, you’re one of the sweetest people I know and quite honestly my favorite here. You’re the only one I trust.” After he said that, he didn’t flinch and it made him feel slightly strange that he trusted her so much. But he loved the way it felt. He loved the way it felt to give someone his heart. He hoped she felt the same way. As he continued to draw circles on her arm, he listened, still smiling at her. Raising his eyebrows, he shook his head, “Don’t worry about him. Guys like that aren’t worth your time. When they realize how beautiful a woman is, you’ll already be taken. I don’t want you to regret it.” He pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling, “Well, we can talk about it? Talk it out and see what happens? Or, you can go on dates with them and I’ll spy for you.” Wesley laughed at the thought of spying on her in a ninja costume taking notes. It sounded quite fun, but he didn’t want to intrude on anything of course.

Elisa sighed deeply, feeling the weight lifting off her chest little by little as all the words came flowing out of her mouth. It was good to have someone to talk about, someone so close that would listen to everything at any time, and even though now, when it seemed that coming to Crystal Lake was probably the worst idea she'd ever had, Elisa was glad she'd gotten to meet Wesley. For a minute, the brunette wished they could be just the two of them alone in the camp. No romantic issues, and just... love and understanding, but now that there were other things in game, neither of them could do anything to change it. "I don't know if it's true either... I don't think I've ever loved someone –that way, I mean," she explained, implying she loved Wesley with her words.  "And I don't think I love any of them... not yet, but I could. I think there's something true to that, though... I don't know," she shook her head, letting out a desperate laugh and finally letting go of another big part of the weight over her. "I don't think it's about choosing the one who'll make me happy... I mean, it is. But I know both of them would, and it's just... I don't want to look at them and think about the what ifs... you know what I mean?" Elisa propped an elbow in the bed and turned her body to him, finally looking at him and seeming already relieved at least a bit. 

Eloise grinned at the girl “I’m guessing Tyler since he high-tailed it out of here” she laughed “But then again, no one ever really sticks with me too long” she scratched around in one of the cupboards and found the booze she was looking for. She turned on her heel to the girl with a devilish grin. Truth be told Eloise had  soft spot or this girl. She found it easy to spend time with her, more so than most in fact. “Oh i’m definitely good at convincing” she walked closer, poring her a drink without breaking eye-contact and then leaning in she placed the glass on the table “For you”

"Guess the worst punishment for you will be me sticking with you, then?" Elisa raised an eyebrow, smiling and doing absolutely nothing but seeing him move closer with the bottle in hand. She wasn't a lonely drinker. She didn't like drinking unless there was a reason or a motive to it: a celebration or something to cry about for example, and even though there was none in the moment, she could not say no to her offer. Her eyes hovered from the glass to Eloise's in less than a second and bit her lip. With a playful smirk, she took the glass and downed it in one go. The burn in her throat was almost harsh, but she did not cringe. She ran her tongue over her upper lip, taking all the liquid left there and smirked at her. "It's going to take a bit more than a shot to convince me, sweetheart."

As his fingers continued to dance along keys, his mind seemed to clear and he seemed to be at peace even if it was for just a moment. A loud crash seemed to pull Bryce from his music. Whipping his head up, he saw the embarrassed face of a familiar friend. “Sorry isn’t gonna clean it up, now is it?” Bryce voice was harsh, trying to convince the brunette that he was actually angry, but there was no way that Bryce could ever be mad at Elisa, something about her just brought Bryce to a state of happiness. “What brought you out here?” Bryce cocked his head, watching the motions of Elisa.

She could feel her face getting even warmer as his eyes fell on her. Elisa let a strand of hair fall over her face in attempt to cover her embarrassment as she recovered her breathing. "Yeah. Uh, no... It's not," the girl let out a dry chuckle as she crouched, trying to pick up all the pieces from the floor. There weren't too many small pieces, which made the work easier for her. "Me? Well, I..." Elisa tried desperately to find an excuse, but there was none. "I heard music. It was different music than usual, so I... naturally came here," she stated as if it was obvious, looking up at him confidently even if it lasted just for a couple seconds. A bad move, caused by the male distraction, suddenly made her feel a sharp sting on her palm, bringing her back to the real world. She looked down to see a small red line across her hand. "Shit," she mumbled. "I better go get a broom," she smiled lightly before standing up. "I'm sorry I interrupted you... You... go back to your thing."

Return of the Wild || Open

Elisa stared at her, impressed but appearing completely unsurprised, stirring some hot liquid that could be tea or spiked coffee –something she'd picked up from Eloise, actually. "Well... Guess who didn't want you back?" She said in a shallow tone, topping her expression with a raised eyebrow. Elisa couldn't hold it back any longer though. Eloise had become her best friend and seeing her around the cottage again brought back a little hope she still had in the place. "You're going to have to convince me, darling..." Elisa's smirk became a wide grin that reached her eyes, making them shine with excitement and joy for seeing her friend back, even when her voice wasn't matching her expression. 

My Arrival.

Bryce’s fingers dance along the keys of the grand piano. The piano had been his peace when he was growing up, whenever he had a hard day playing the piano had a way of relaxing the brunette. The melody was Drops On Jupiter. Everything else in the world seemed to fade and all he could think about was the next key to follow.

Elisa heard music playing from the piano in the main living room. It was something odd to hear. Conversations and random music played from the iPod dock were the usual, but piano? Even if the song hadn't been known for her, her attention would have been caught anyway. She left her room making the least sound possible, not wanting whoever was playing to stop. Slowly walking into the living room her surprise became greater. The man seemed far into his fingers playing the next key, and even though she couldn't see anything but his back, Elisa recognized him in a heartbeat. A smile crept up to her face, and bit hard on her bottom lip to stop it from becoming a foolish grin. She propped a hand on a table right next to one of the walls, trying to steady herself as she felt her knees tremble, but it wasn't enough. She was so distracted that did not see some kind of jar on the table, and right when she put a hand on it, the ornament fell to the floor shattering into a hundred pieces. "Sorry..." she mumbled, shutting her eyes tightly feeling more guilty about making him stop than about the broken jar.

Automatically turning his head to the familiar voice, Trevor laughed loudly at the name calling as he shook his head. “Funny face?” He asked, trying to fake a serious tone, but his wide and unstoppable smile refused to play along with his teasing. “Careful, Batman,” He teased as he playfully pointed a finger at Elisa. “You’re adorableness can’t save you from the wrath of the ineffably badass super villain Funny Face.” He teased, referencing an older conversation and knowing full well that as he is right now, he’d lose in a fight against almost all Campers—including Elisa.

"Shhh!" Elisa took her index finger to Trevor's mouth as she softly smacked him, looking around as if someone could hear them. "They can't know!" A smile slowly trekked from the corner of her lips to her brown eyes before she bursted into a soft chuckle. "Although," Elisa narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "I never thought Batman could have bat-adorableness for a main power," she wiggled her eyebrows. "I bet that can defeat awesomeness easily," the girl nudged Trevor gently and winked at him playfully. Since the last time they'd talked, she found out that fighting his compliments was useless as he always found a way to make her blush even brighter, so she just complimented him back. 

"I hate you." He mumbled to the sun as he glared at the too-bright camp. For days, his sunburn forced him to stay locked in his room and now that he finally was in contact with the outside world, it all but overwhelmed his senses. Still, he much preferred having a connection with the outside that wasn’t aloe vera.

"Me?" Elisa exclaimed in an overacted way, spotting a known face and walking over. "I thought we had bonded, funny face," she pouted once she was right next to Trevor. Those three words didn't have such an effect on her coming from the guy's lips, she couldn't have done anything to think that way of her, but even between the jokes, some sort of doubt tightened up inside her. "All right, Trev?" Elisa asked, just in attempt to create a conversation. It had been a while since the last time she had one that lasted more than a couple courtesy phrases.

Without missing  beat Eloise got up from the counter, her bare thighs even more exposed than they were a minute ago, and got the whiskey from the cupboard “I’m game if you are” she grinned, holding the bottle for the girl to see. Eloise as always up for drinking if she had good company, and sometimes even when she didn’t. “Taking a note from the Irish here” she began poring the drink into their coffee, taking a sip of hers to see if it had enough of a kick.

Elisa sighed, keeping her mug close to her chest considering the idea of starting drinking. She had ran out of sleeping pills anyway. Drinking wouldn't mess with anything, and having a "relaxing" day would be more than nice. She needed to hang out with a girl or she was going to go mad. Gossiping, and just scheming and talking bad about people and good or bad fucks was all she needed that day and she didn't know that until Eloise offered her some whiskey. "Fine," she mumbled, stretching her arm for her to pour some in her mug. Tasting it, she cringed lightly feeling the burn of the booze go down her throat and into her stomach. It was relieving, actually. 

Eloise laughed with the girl. Not a lot of people had such a cool reaction to her usual mindset and as far as she was concerned with Tyler he was just that, a good fuck. Yeah he was sweet, and romantic, and kind but he would never survive with Eloise. The only time he was even close to her level was when he was shit drunk and didn’t remember what happened the next day - at least that’s what he says anyway.

Elisa bursted into laughter thinking about Tyler's height. And not just his, but also every single man in the house. Surely they could all be useful for that. And perhaps, that was the one and only reason she should use them for. "Hmm... alcohol," she said, pondering over the idea of drinking. It was past noon, sure it wasn't that bad, but no matter how much she loved the taste of some cocktails, she'd rather have them later in the day. Elisa wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "But spiked coffee doesn't sound half bad, to be honest," she admitting, bitting her lip. 

"At least you’re around." Bryce slyly said, raising his glass towards her. "What is your poison tonight, Miss. Pratt?" Bryce said, pressing the rim to his lip, letting the whiskey go down hard. 

"Must be your lucky day," Elisa said, raising an eyebrow and winking at him, the effect of the booze she'd drunk starting to kick off. "Hmm," she said, leaving her glass on the counter and tapped her chin pensively. "A lot of thinks can poison me, Mr. Belanger. What I'm drinking now, is the question you're looking for I think," Elisa chuckled, picking her glass up and raising it lightly in response to his own raised glass. "I'm a light drinker if I'm drinking solo. It was vodka with cranberry. I guess I can upgrade that now that I'm not on my own anymore, though."