sunday_reveries

The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.
--Ernest Hemingway

( Elle Bishop was a regular girl when they took her into the Company for the first time.  )

For lifetimedreamer

Elle felt nervous, just a little bit as she waited inside of the club, looking around for Peter. She’d be in enough trouble with Daddy for sneaking out, even more so if he knew she was coming out to meet up with a boy. But Daddy wasn’t going to find out. So it would be fine. She had even dressed up for the occasion. Her hair was slightly curled and hung down her back simply, though it was so warm inside the club, she almost wished she had thought to put it up. Too late now. But she couldn’t really complain, one way or another. After all, it wasn’t like she got to go outside with people her age very often. More often than not, she spent her time with the other people working in the Company, and most of them were way old and boring.

As she waited for her companion to arrive she made her way to the bar to order herself a strawberry daiquiri. Not as good as Slush-O would be, but still pretty tasty. She liked those frozen fruity girly drinks the best. Not that she’s tried much alcohol really, but from the little she has, she’s found a preference for that.