The Queen without her throne ((Open to one))))

((Seeking approval for a Karma moment concerning wether or not Ophelia threatens the jerk whos' unkind to Eleanor, as she's being so nice towards Ophelia))

(approved.)

Ophelia glared daggers at him, and was about to raise her hand and drown him, when she thought of something. this isn't what Thomas would have wanted... she lowered her hand, allowing the man to leave without even knowing anything was happening.

(Karma Points +1)

Eleanor hadnt noticed Ophelia raising her hand, but the man had and he quickly sped up toward the landladys office. " Dont mind him, he's just mad cause I don't like dick I guess. " Eleanor said, taking a step to the left to give Ophelia space in the elevator. The landlady might be a problem though; she wasnt exactly as crazy about supposedly dead old mass murderers as Eleanor was.

Ophelia shrugged. "Some people act like major dicks, so that they may compensate for their smaller ones, I guess." She went in the elevator. "Thank goodness I look hardly nothing like I once did, and that I hardly came here. That might make me more easily recognizable..." She wasn't kidding. Her hair was blonde now, not black, and her eyes were a lambent blue, not dark purple. That, and her pale skin was no longer blue. That was one of her more defining features back when she was the queen of Tears.

Eleanor chuckled and rolled her eyes at Ophelias statement. What an odd day this was turning out to be.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing the small hallway of the 4th floor. The Walls were the dullest shade of white Eleanor had ever seen in her life, and the puke green carpet wasn't much better but she never did spend yoo long in the hallway. She stepped out of the elevator and infront of the very first door. The 4A sign had fallen off a year ago but novody had bothered to put it back anyways. " Well this is it. " she murmered, digging through her bag for her keys.

Ophelia smiled at it. It may not have been much, but it was a home for this girl. Maybe... Maybe it would be a home for Ophelia too, in the end... And some clothes. She hoped the girl could get her some of those as well... "You... you don't really mind that I'm here?"

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