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located in New York, a part of Their Lives As One, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks
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New York City was a place the girl had never expected to be a part of. It was bustling and bright...much too lively for a girl of such quiet and placid proportions. Although she trudged across the cement with a serious expression, she couldn't help but smile on the inside. Snow was falling from the sky, and it wasn't the kind that burned your cheeks and nose. No, it was pleasant and soft, much like the feathers found inside expensive pillows.

Still, the snow brought a whirlwind of terrible memories that Ellie had tried desperately to repress. Ever since the events that had happened at the Jersey shore a few months ago, her anxiety had grown worse, and at an alarming pace as well. Although she had Sammie Tyrant on her side to help quell her bursts of paranoia, it seemed as though the girl's subconscious would not stop playing tricks on her. It was as though she couldn't trust herself anymore. Society, unfortunately, could not trust her as well. Her therapy appointments had been changed from once every two weeks to once a week, and the sessions themselves were much longer. (She was coming home from one of these tedious sessions right now.) It was infuriating not being able to function like a normal human being, and every day, Ellie would keep asking herself why God had picked her to keep living such a fucked-up life. Now that she was a diagnosed bipolar, every day became more and more challenging.

Still, she had a lot to look forward to, as well as a lot to dread. There was colleges to apply to, a job to find, and other skills to learn. Sammie would help her through some of them. The rest she would have to tackle herself...

Life was finally beginning, and the first chapter of the journey would start today.

Finally finding her apartment building, Ellie entered through the double doors, made her way up the staircase, sped through the halls, and found her room. As she fiddled with her keys, she could hear a loud "Fuck!" echo through the door.

"Dear god," she thought as she quickly turned the lock, frantic about what was happening. "Ellie?" she heard as she twisted the knob and stepped into the living space. She took off her winter bomber hat, hanging it on a coat rack nearby. There was Sammie at the kitchen, washing red hands at the sink. Something smelled absolutely delicious. Upon further inspection, Ellie noticed that there was a fresh batch of sugar cookies resting gently on a sheet.

"I'm here," she replied, approaching her friend with haste. It was then that she noticed the ornaments on the tree, gifts underneath the tree, and overall Christmas cheer that surrounded the room.

She furrowed her brows. "Did you decorate this place while I was gone, or do I just have a really bad case of memory loss?" she asked. It was so festive, that it felt like every breath she took was laced with peppermint.

It was then that she remembered why the apartment was decorated so beautifully...it was the celebration that Sammie had been talking about, and the party that Ellie had been dreading for days.

She turned her gaze to Sammie, a look of pale dread plastered onto her face. "It's today, isn't it?" she murmurred, "We're actually seriously doing that, aren't we? People are actually seriously coming over soon?"

She had thought Sammie had been only expressing a deep, unachievable desire for a Christmas party these last couple of days. As she gazed upon the tinsel and trim, Ellie knew that all of her assumpations had been wrong. She should have known that when Sammie wanted to do something, OF COURSE it would be done.