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Plot:
Many, many years into the future, the rich are immortal while the poor struggle. Rebirth Stones allow this 'immortality' to exist, which are inserted to the cervical spine once you reach six months of age. This is only affordable by rich people, (as stated before), therefore when you die, if the Stone isn't destroyed, you may have the Rebirth Stone put into another body and all your memories are still there. The Stone downloads your brain into a BDF (Brain Development File). However, if the Stone is destroyed, you cannot come back.

When Character A's Stone is put into a different body, they must deal with the fact that their new 'skin' has had many different encounters, which could only mean many friends and enemies.

Character B sees Character A, unaware of the fact that it isn't the original person within the skin -- it's someone completely different. Character B has had a grudge on them for the longest time, but finding out the Character A's Stone was put into the new body, they must either learn to live past the fact that they're wearing an enemies skin, or just continued to be enemies with Character A.

Characters:
Mains
Dyra Malvina Gowan - Character A
Ellie Ryan Miles - Character B

Some extra info:
Character A's Stone was actually put into Character B's exes body. Mouthful, I know.

(I already sense the enemies to lovers type of beat this is gonna be-)

Name: Ellie Ryan Miles
Nickname(s): El (almost by everyone)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian, superrr open about it.
Voice: Ellie has a slightly deeper voice for a girl and in her age range. At times, there is slight rasp to it and will break as well in certain moments. Her voice is rather smooth in a way of which she speaks, and she stutters on occassion. Ellie actually has a decent singing voice, but she'd never tell anyone that as that is something special for someone to hear from her.

Role: Character B

Appearance: Standing at five foot nine, Ellie stands with a skinny and slight lean build. She has a rather longer torso, which is where she would achieve most of her height. In general, Ellie has lanky limbs and defined joints, mainly like her elbows, knees, and her skinny fingers/hands in general. Her skin complexion is made up of a slightly pale tone with warmer undertones, giving her a slight sickly look at times. This adds on to her begs that linger underneath her eyes, any visible scars and blemishes are much more prominent on her skin. However, Ellie has a clear face (from acne) apart from the scattered freckles that litter her face across her nose, cheeks, and slightly on her forehead.

Ellie's face shape is square but is a bit more rounded off to say the least. She has a defined jawline, making her face appear a bit more narrow. Ellie has a slim nose as well, being rounded to add on to that theme that seems to circulate around her. It comes down from her smaller forehead, coming straight down and curving in before coming out to a rounded point. Her nostrils are a bit small as well. Anyways, below her nose are her pale pink lips. She has a heavier lower lips, her top lip slightly thinner and the general shape of her lips are not only round, but slightly on the wider side. Moving on to her eyes, Ellie has bright, round eyes. Outlined in dark, yet thin eyelashes, Ellie's eyes are a hazel but lean to the more green side of the spectrum. They are darker as you near her pupil, giving a sense of depth. Above her eyes are her eyebrows, which are decently spaced apart and have a more angular shape to them. At the front, they are rounded off, but reaching the end they are tapered off into a point. They are slightly lighter than her actual hair color, and are normally cleaned up as she tends to sometimes pluck some stray hairs or wax them even.

Ellie was blessed with not only a full head of hair, but also healthy, thick hair. Her hair lingers just above her shoulders, normally the top half is pulled back into a bun or the whole things is pulled back into a low bun or low ponytail. It is a dark brown, some lighter streaks found in the Summer time from getting natural highlights. There is a slight wave to it, but other than that, it's pretty straight. At times, she might do something else with it... Like maybe leaving it down, curling it... Yeah, Ellie doesn't care too much for what she looks like.

Ellie's closet normally consists of darker colors. She can normally be found wearing slightly baggy skinny jeans (normally black or just the regularly blue), a sweatshirt, a men's flannel over the sweatshirt, and her converse shoes. Ellie isn't too picky when it comes to her clothing, so for the most part, she'll just wear whatever is available to her. As for sleepwear, Ellie would wear a tank-top, maybe a sweatshirt, with sweatpants or joggers. On special occasions, not much really changes. She just likes to look simple and doesn't care too much about what she wears.

Ellie does wear some simple silver band rings and one gold one. She has three silver ones - one on her middle finger on her right hand, one on her ring finger on her left hand, and one on her thumb also on her left hand. The gold one is on her index finger on her right hand. She wears a bracelet that her younger brother gave to her, which is hand-made and is wearing and tearing. It is made up of some soft material, tied around her right wrist. On her left wrist is a simple watch that her father gave to her when she was younger. Ellie will sometimes wear necklaces that are thin chains, but very rarely.

Personality: Ellie is no stranger to being considered protective. She's constantly looking out for those close to her, and has never really let anyone down - or so she thinks. Some may call it annoying, but Ellie considers it to be one of the better traits that apply to her personality. Ellie tends to over-do herself sometimes when it comes to those close to her, making her quite selfless and constantly observing those around her rather than herself. Perhaps this also makes her observant of people - studying body languages, the way words are pronounced, anything of the sort makes her a decent reader of the general tone of a person within a moment. If something feels off to her, the first thing that Ellie will do is go ahead and get any close ones out of danger. Something good happening? She'll encourage interaction either through her words or some sort of gesture.

Alongside her protective nature, Ellie has one hell of a temper, and this especially applies when she is around someone she doesn't like. Sometimes her temper will shine through in a moment that includes someone she might despise. Regardless, this side of her is the most game-changing thing for Ellie. It builds up her reputation of sorts. With this temper, Ellie not only becomes some mad bull, but also someone who will state whatever is on their mind, even if it meant to be said or not. Ellie will not hold back - physically or verbally, so hearing her yell while in this tempered mood is not uncommon at all. However, hearing her apologize afterwards is the rare thing. Ellie has a hard time confirming that what she said was either true or not, if she meant some sincerely, etc, so it is hard for her to come forth. She tends to swing around things that include any sort of explaining her emotions, and for good reason.

As much as it is expected, Ellie is blunt. Whether it be in a playful, sarcastic manner or a complete sincere manner, Ellie will forever have bluntness linger within her words. This normally peaks with her temper, however, Ellie just says how it is and doesn't like sugarcoating things. She's the type to literally call you out on your bullshit and bring up anything that is maybe unexpected or something that needs to be heard but nobody wants to hear it. She's opinionated in that way, but would never judge. Judging seems to be something Ellie would forever keep to herself, and only vocalizes it if she's truly uncomfortable.

Maybe the bluntness, but Ellie is honest. It truly is something she finds hard to come by nowadays, so she decided that she could at least be honest. She herself doesn't like being lied to, so why would she lie? However, there are some exceptions to this. If Ellie swore something to secrecy, that is how it will stay. This shows some sort of respect, and she figures it isn't lying if she simply doesn't say anything. Ellie finds herself piling a lot of things onto herself with this secrecy, honest, and trustworthy traits of hers, and sometimes she will simply tell you to back off with anything you have to say to her. Or even just turn you away without a word.

Ellie dwells one hell of not only an attitude, but stubborn personality. She hates being told what to do or doing something that she feels like isn't required of her. These sort of things can easily tick her off and she is someone to be wary of when it comes to what you order at her. If it's something general, she'll probably get to it at a later date. But if it's direct, and rude, or something along those lines, you can expect a tornado of a woman coming at you. Ellie is just determined to do what she pleases and wants to get things done her way, which at times, could perhaps be the longer route or the more difficult one, but she's comfortable with herself. Ellie never really lets anyone get in her way. There are only few select people who she will let give actual opinions on something she is doing and she will listen, you better not take for granted that ability.

Getting to know Ellie can be a bit of a process. It takes a lot for her to open up to you, and if she does, you must've done something right. Not much actually changes with Ellie once you get beneath the sturdy exterior, but she becomes a lot more open and vulnerable in ways you probably wouldn't expect. She will always be there for you, constantly joke with you, ask you how your day was, anything of the sort to prove that she is there for you. If you notice that she is doing these things, you can be quite happy to say that Ellie is a friend, or perhaps a close one. However, never take it for granted. Ellie doesn't like letting people in just for them to leave, so despite her slight sweetheart-nature underneath this shell, Ellie is selective on who she lets in.

If you had made any sort of impact on Ellie, you can tell that she cares for you. This doesn't necessarily go with her being a sweetheart, it's simply her looking out for someone she might care about. Checking up on you, asking how your day was, asking for small favors, being a shoulder to cry on all comes with the 'Caring Ellie' package. Ellie tries to be like this with most, however, it never truly goes that way, no matter how made she might want it to. Anyways, Ellie will become more prominent in your life if you return the same - asking her how her day was, if anything is wrong, if she needs help with something, etc. Again, Ellie is selective about these sort of things.

If it wasn't obvious enough, Ellie is relatively reserved and closed-off. She's quiet with her emotions, not one to simply open up, even if she's open to someone spilling their emotions onto her. This causes some sort of disconnect with those around her, therefore Ellie might prefer to be alone most of the time and just be considered the lone wolf in a pack. She finds that at the end of the day, all she needs is herself and maybe she doesn't need everyone, which is why she is selective about who she does and doesn't let into her life. Just know that if you even see a glint of a tear in her eye, you made a damn good impact on Ellie and it should never be taken for granted.

Strengths:
-Rather quick and agile
-Decent hand-to-hand combat
-Ellie is very good at keeping secrets
-Being honest
-Sometimes lying, but for sure not her strongest point
-Working hard/determined
-Decent at reading people

Weaknesses:
-Her temper
-Some may consider being too protective is a weakness of hers-She can easily be overpowered - her muscle isn't as much as you think
-Being a bit reserved and closed-off
-Being blunt and sarcastic at the same time
-Smart-ass comments

Likes:

-Sunsets/sunrises

-Singing

-Playing the guitar

-Sketching/doodling

-Exploring

-Discovering

-Mountains

-Coffee

-Pretty much any sweet

-Respectful people

-Something she'll never admit to, but she low-key likes arguing
-Smell after it rains

-Thunderstorms

-Warmer weather (summer, spring)

Dislikes:

Other:
Ellie enjoys playing guitar, and on occassion, might even write her own music. That's something she would never, ever tell though.

She's right-handed.

|~| Dire |~|

“You know what they say- Cookies make everything batter.”

“You’re my world, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. They can have Earth, but I want you.”

“Ahhhh! Big giant spider! Big giant spider! Why did I agree to watch this! Oh god!”

“Do you wanna, I dunno… Watch a cheesy movie, eat a homemade meal, cuddle on a couch..? Stargaze a bit afterwards..?”

Name: Dyra Malvina Gowan.

Nickname/s: Malva, Dire.

Age: 19.

Gender: Female.

Sexuality: Lesbian. Huge lesbian.

Role: Character A - Toxic Ex Replacement.

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Appearance:

Dyra resides at the average height of 5’ 8”. Her skin tone is fair with neutral undertones. She has a little sprinkle of freckles along her nose and cheeks, which give her a more childish look.

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Dyra has a diamond face shape, meaning she has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of her face is wider, the whole thing on the shorter side. Her cheeks are on the fuller side. Now for the nose, she has a duchess shaped nose, meaning it’s a straight-edged nose that has been ranked one of the best noses, a ‘normal’ nose, if you would. Her lips are round with the lower lip being thinner than the upper one, making calm and small smiles her most often seen expression.

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She has an average eyebrow when it comes to thickness, though it has a soft arch. Finally the eyes, she has protruding monolid eyes that are brown with gold swirls and specks in color. Her face is framed by long black hair with brown and red highlights in it, all completely natural, the style being beach waves.

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Her body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about her screams tall and graceful. Especially when taking into consideration that this girl weighs 123 with her BMI at a healthy 18.7, though she is most definitely on the slimmer side.

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As for clothing, she tends to wear brighter, lighter clothing that follows the same pattern. T-shirt, jacket or cardigan, loose jeans, and slip-on tennis shoes. The usual colors for these are either a blue T-shirt, sky blue & white jacket or cardigan, blue loose jeans, and sky blue & white slip-on tennis shoes. It’ll rarely stray from this color scheme, though if it does it’s usually to add some more blues or whites. She doesn’t really wear any accessories, if she does, it’s probably a sky blue scarf.

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For more special occasions, she tends to dress up with a sky blue sundress(if summer), a sky blue blouse and blue jeans with a light gray cardigan(if spring), a sky blue and white winter appropriate dress and her scarf(if winter), or a sky blue sweater and blue baggy jeans with a speckled white/sky blue beanie(if fall).

Personality:

Dyra is very observant and excels at reading people and her surroundings. She isn’t one to easily sneak up on, nor is she easily frightened. She can hold her own in a fight, just simply by her agile stature and her observing skills. Prediction comes easy to her, and organizing and keeping up with any schedules come just as easily due to this. She isn’t one to be caught off guard, practically studying everything and everyone around her in order to make sure of this.

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Now, this isn’t to say that she’s harsh or critical of things, or even judgmental. She’s actually rather sympathetic and sweet, always making sure that what she says won’t be found offensive- That what she says can’t be found offensive, even if the person or dragon tries. She’s submissive and passive, even shy. But all of those could also be an overstatement, mostly because she isn’t easy to sway after she makes up her mind. A better word would probably be gentle- She’s gentle with everything she does. Her words, her mannerisms, her gestures- Anything that she is able to be gentle with, she makes sure that she is.

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To say that she is easy going... Would be a double edged sword, to put simply. She isn’t lazy, nor is she a ‘go with the flow’ kind of person. No, Dyra is a ‘down-to-earth’ type of person, rather fitting considering she spends most of her time in nature or with animals. She doesn’t want to laze around all day, but she also doesn’t want to just go and follow everyone else. She’s too independent for that. Nah, she’s most happy wandering around and giving out advice to those who need it. And though, she does have her head in the clouds at times... Her imagination isn’t as profound as others.

Likes: Baking, Cooking, Art, Animals, Nature, Puns, Games, Movies, Board Games, People, Romantic Things, Cuddling, and Sweets.

Dislikes: Fire, Conflict, Arguing, Fighting, Horror Movies(“Too Scaryyyyy”), The Dark, Awkward Situations, Rude People, Judgemental People, Lying, People In Pain, Boredom, Spiders.

Strengths: Empathy, Agile, Honest, Observant, Helpful.

Weaknesses: Lying, Insults, Stealing, Physical Strength, Stubborn.

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Voice: She has a higher pitched voice than most, and a slight Swedish accent. To show off her heritage, you know.

Family:

Mother; Alive.

Father; Alive.

Twin FTM Brother; Alive.

Other: The only family member she keeps in touch with is her twin, her parents are tranphobes that can go without anymore cookies for all she cares. She's left handed.

Dyra ‘Dire/Malva’ Malvina Gowan | 19 | F | Les | T.E.R

Dyra woke up the sound of her alarm clock… With a yawn she stretched awake and sat up, turning her body so her feet were dangling off the side. She hit the off button on her alarm and rubbed at her eyes, she was so not ready for today. She had some online classes, had to go to work at the local bakery, and… Well. That was it actually. Which was kind of sad, she’d be honest.

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But no worries! It was her one year anniversary of a new body and she was definitely going to make cookies, cake, or cupcakes. She could invite Evan over and they could celebrate together! But then he’d tease her about how they technically weren’t twins anymore and about how she’d died… And sure, she could bring up the fact that it wasn’t his first body, or his second if she were being honest, either but…

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Well, that wouldn’t be right of her. She could always celebrate it by herself anyways, it wasn’t as if most people didn’t… Did most people even celebrate something like this? She didn’t actually know, all she knew is that she saw it as a kind of second birthday kind of thing.

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She got out of bed and began to change; grabbing a white long sleeve shirt, some jeans, white socks, her sky blue zip up jacket, and her slip-on tennis shoes. After she had finished changing, she grabbed her brush and went through her wavy hair, grabbing a beanie and putting it on afterwards along with her sky blue scarf.

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Looking into her full body mirror, she grimaced slightly. Yeah… There was no way she was gonna get through the day without some caffeine in her system. She knew there was a café close by with, like, the best coffee. So she settled on walking there and then to her job at the bakery. They were close by, after all.

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So grabbing her house keys and leaving her apartment, she started down the stairs and sidewalk. Sure, someone that could afford a second body didn’t have to be living in an apartment, but… Well… She didn’t want a big house, she’d seen first hand what that kind of life could do to people. Deciding that she wasn’t going to think about her parents right now, she continued down the sidewalk.

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She adjusted her scarf as she enter the café, taking off her beanie and pocketing it in her jacket. She rubbed her hands together for some warmth, it was cold out there and she almost wished she would’ve worn her gloves… But then she quickly wondered if it were going to snow later. She hoped so… It was getting close to Christmas too, which meant she’d have plenty of work to do at the bakery.

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She went up to the counter, ordering her regular of a mocha cookie crumble frappuccino. After giving the counter lady her name, she moved to sit at a table and wait. When her name was called, she went back up and grabbed her drink; thankful that her name was already something so hard to spell that they ended up spelling it right. She went back to the table she’d been sitting at and sat back down. She’d wait for it to cool off a bit before drinking it, and then she’d be on her way.

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Yeah. That sounded like a good plan to her. She looked out the window at the cold city, giving a little shudder at just the idea of going back out there. She kept both hands around her drink as she turned back to it and stared at the top of it. She should’ve brought her phone or notebook so she could write down the different recipes she could make tonight for her own celebration.

Ellie Ryan Miles
19 | Lesbian | Female

"Fuck's sake," Ellie muttered, the dishes in the sink clattering even more.

"What was that?" Her mother asked, pausing her chopping of the vegetables as she turned, knife in hand. Ellie rolled her eyes before looking back at her mother.

"Frick," she sighed, a slight smirk creeping on her face as her mother shook her head, going back to chopping. Ellie put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, grabbing a hand towel after closing it. She wiped her hands, leaning against the counter as her mother stood in front of her, chopping away on the island.

"How is it you like doing that?" Ellie asked, inhaling as she set the hand towel back on the counter, her mother continuing on. All she heard was the knife hitting the wooden cutting board as her mother chopped cucumbers, lettuce, tomatoes, onions... all of it.

"Because I know you won't do it," she turned, looking at Ellie and then eyed the towel. Ellie narrowed her eyes as she grabbed the towel, folding it in half, and placing it on the handle of the oven.

"I wouldn't do something that I don't need to do if my mother wouldn't do it," Ellie smiled, her mother rolling her eyes.

"Right," she spoke, thinking for a moment. "You wouldn't mind running out and getting more groceries? Maybe some coffee? That local cafe that just opened apparently has really good coffee." Ellie's mother continued on, in which the young girl nodded.

"Sure. What do you need?" Ellie asked before heading up the stairs.

"Just groceries. You have nothing in this apartment of yours." She replied, still chopping away. Ellie raised her eyebrows. It was enough for her to get by, so why would her mother judge?

"You paying?"

"Get a move on!"

Ellie chuckled, heading up the stairs to her bedroom. Her apartment was in the more central part of the city, towards the lower floors. The complex was a bit more on the smaller side, though, but she was blessed to get one of the larger rooms. It was located on the lowest floor, in which went underground to conserve space up on the ground. It wasn't too underground, but enough room to make an upstairs.

Ellie slipped into her black skinny jeans, changing her shirt into a gray sweatshirt. She slipped on her beat-up casual shoes, throwing her hair up into a half-bun after brushing it. She huffed, going back down the stairs as she grabbed some cash from her wallet. "Your normal order?" Ellie asked before heading out the door.

"Yup," her mother replied as she began putting things in the fridge. "Just bring the coffee back to my house, I'll be leaving soon after you do," Ellie's mother informed her.

"Alright." She headed out the door, hearing the beep of the room locking automatically behind her. Ellie headed upstairs to the lobby, greeting the few she saw in the hallway before she had headed out.

"Fuck's sake, again," she muttered, feeling the coolness of the winter air. It was crisp, rather cold, and she wished her mother told her to maybe put on another layer. Ellie was never one to check the weather. That's just how unprepared she always is. And it's been that way for a long time.

Ellie shivered, glad that this new cafe her mother spoke of was within walking distance. She saw her breath in the air, and with just her luck, the wind picked up.

Fuck. This.

Ellie picked up her pace from a slow walk to a fast walk. After a few moment, she was able to slip into the new cafe, seeing the baristas working, the person in front of her getting her order and going to sit down. Ellie went up to the counter afterwards, asking for two black coffees, strong. Yeah, her and her mother had the same taste.

After getting her coffee's, Ellie turned to only stop in her tracks. She had moved forward enough for someone else to order, but she couldn't help but stare.

The same hair. Beach waves. Long, black, hair with red and brown highlights. Same eyes. Same face.

Ellie, almost instantly, took the lid off of her own coffee, setting the lid and her mother's down onto the nearest table. She approached the woman, jolting the cup of hot coffee forwards, the liquid splashing on the woman.

"What the fuck happened to you staying out of town, Alyssa?"

Dyra ‘Dire/Malva’ Malvina Gowan | 19 | F | Les | T.E.R

Dyra only had time to see out of the corner of her eyes as someone took the lid off the coffe and walked over to her before it was being splashed onto her, some of it getting into her mouth. Black coffee? Strong? She tried not to gag at the taste, far too bitter for her liking. How did they not use creamer? She wasn’t sure if that was true, but that’s what it tasted like.

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“What the fuck happened to you staying out of town, Alyssa?”

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Alyssa? And then she felt the scalding hot of the coffee again and- Oh god- She let out what was probably a late reaction yelp and looked at the woman. Though she only could really see a blur of colors because of the fact that she was squinting as to not aggravate her eyes. And then she realized she’d been wearing a white shirt, and immediately went to zip up her jacket…

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She had to say something, right? The woman probably wanted an answer, right? But she wasn’t Alyssa- Who was Alyssa? Who was she? Did the two really look that similar? Was it a doppelgänger? Because she only remembered that she looked like Evan, and Evan isn’t named Alyssa. It wasn’t even his dead name- Rose was.

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And then she remembered that this wasn’t her first body. That the woman had probably mistaken her for someone else… Someone that had obviously not been on good terms with her… Explaining would probably be a good idea.

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“Ah- Uhm-“ Well. The coffee was still scalding… She could push through it though. For whoever this woman was. She forced her eyes to open completely again and looked over at her. She forced herself to try and speak with whatever was left of her old Swedish accent from before her death, mostly to try and accentuate the fact that she wasn’t whoever this Alyssa was. “Sorry, uhm… I, uh… I’m not Alyssa, my name’s Dyra. This is my, uhm, my second body. Did you know who it belonged to before me? I’m guessing you two didn’t get along… Uhm… I’m sorry for coming into town..?”

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Did that seem rude? Sarcastic? She hoped not… What was she supposed to do? Other than apologize and explain, obviously. She looked around and her eyes landed on the unlidded cup in the woman’s hand. She thought for a second and then stood up. “I’m sorry. You, uh, you kind of…” She gestured your herself and the cup before continuing, “Let me buy you another one, it tasted like a strong black… It would only be right.”

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And so, she went up to the counter, not letting herself even glance at the napkins nearby and ordering a black coffee when an idea hit her. She looked back at the woman and spoke, “Oh, hey! Do you like cookies? They have a few different kinds here. I’ll buy you one, to make up for it all.” She wiped her face with her jacket sleeve as she spoke, deciding she might as well get rid of the coffee that was there before she got a third degree burn or something from the temperature.

Ellie R. Miles
Lesbian | 19 | Female

Ellie couldn't wait to hear a response. Seriously, what the fuck was she doing in town? There really was no reason for her to be in town at all. She could remember the last encounter, mainly consisting of a lot of yelling and crying. A cold memory, one that Ellie would like to forget, but it would forever haunt her. Ellie couldn't just let her go that easy, at least not after a year and eight months.

Ellie furrowed her brows, waiting for a response. A response that would probably be one to piss her off some more, but that wasn't what Ellie had received. In a way she was relieved, but also super fucking confused. What was this? Some trick? Ellie watched Alyssa zip up her jacket, probably to cover that white shirt. Yeah, she got what she deserved. But in the meantime, Ellie bit her lip.

The silence was killing her. The more and more she looked at her, the more and more Ellie grew impatient. She promised she would not come back into town, or at least no where near Ellie's area. This side of the city was populated with a shit ton of people, but wasn't the greatest area to reside in - a higher crime rate. Luckily, Ellie hadn't fallen victim to it. In her thoughts, she hoped Alyssa's shit got wrecked and robbed. Wherever she was living now.

Ellie raised her brows, biting the inside of her cheek, but finally, the response was nothing she had anticipated. She was waiting for something along the lines of "I came back for you, you're all I want" - but no. It was something much more calm... A lot more unexpected.

She watched as Alyssa opened her eyes. Well maybe that explained the silence - the fact that Ellie had just splashed an entire cup of scorching black coffee in her face, in which the cup now sat on the table where Alyssa was seated.

"I'm not Alysssa, my name's Dyra. This is my, uhm, second body. Did you know it belonged to before me? I'm guessing you two didn't along... Uhm... I'm sorry for coming into town?"

Again. Fuck. That.

Alyssa either got enough money to switch bodies, or this body was intact enough from her death to be fixed up and reused. Ellie could hope the latter, as much as she had a grudge against her ex. She couldn't help but feel sorry for this Dyra girl, as Ellie could only assume this was the first encounter she had with someone that knew Alyssa.

"Fuck me," she muttered. "Yeah, I did know her, and no, we weren't on good terms. Not for a long while," Ellie furrowed her brows, feeling some eyes land upon her, but luckily, the cafe wasn't too busy as of now. Busy enough for weird looks though, in which Ellie simply ignored before she bit her bottom lip and focused on Dyra.

"I don't think you need to do that. I'm the one who literally splashed scorching hot coffee on you cause I thought you were someone else." Ellie sat down across from her, only to start fiddling with her rings. She still felt tense, but was more or less mad at herself at this point as she shook her head.

This was no longer some sort of act. This was genuinley someone else. And she probably just ruined this poor girl's day, didn't she?

Ellie decided she wouldn't argue. She was getting another coffee and a free cookie, where could she go on with that. She bobbed her head side to side for a moment before nodding. "Fine, but you ought to be careful wearing that face."

Dyra ‘Dire/Malva’ Malvina Gowan | 19 | F | Les | T.E.R

“I don't think you need to do that. I'm the one who literally splashed scorching hot coffee on you cause I thought you were someone else.”

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Dyra paused at the response she got, staring towards the woman with slight confusion. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the woman for second. Her posture was screaming that she wasn’t all too happy with herself… A cookie would help, so why was she saying no… Plus, it would only be right. It was technically Dyra’s body, albeit second one, that had something to do with this girl’s pain.

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Dyra was about to ask if she was sure when the next response came. “Fine, but you ought to be careful wearing that face.”

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Dyra smiled, though she wasn’t too sure what the second but meant. She turned, grabbing the now finished strong, black coffee. She thought for a moment before pointing at the sugar cookies and asking for three- It was safest to go with those, since she didn’t know what this woman liked and all.

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And yes, three. After all the obvious pain of this girl? She definitely deserved two. After the three slips of cookies were handed to her and was paid for, she went back over to the table, grabbing the other cup that the woman had left on a table, and sat down across from the other lady. She put down the cups of coffee and slide them over to the girl before doing the same with two of the three slips of cookies.

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“What did you mean be careful with this face? I’ve had it for a year, today’s actually the one year anniversary, and you’re the only one who’s recognized me so far… Thought maybe that’s because of that move thing you mentioned…” And then she seemed to realize something, and grinned lightly, “Also, I don’t think I ever got your name. Would be a pain if whenever I look back on this in future and have to refer to you as- That woman or something… Just seems rude to do that to you. People have names for a reason, after all.”

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Okay, maybe her bitterness towards her parents was starting to come through to more aspects of her life. It didn’t matter. As long as she was never like them, then it wouldn’t matter. She slipped out the cookie from the slip she’d kept for herself and took a bite from it, awaiting the lady’s answer.

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Now that she was talking more, and faster, her Swedish accent was coming in more. She doubted Alyssa had been Swedish, the looks didn’t match up. Neither did the style that she’d ended up having to throw most of away… She swallowed the bite and placed the cookie on top of the slip.

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Now that she could actually see again, she could tell that she was faced with someone that might’ve well have been the embodiment of punk casual. But it wasn’t too much punk, it was like… Casual with an undertone of punk. It was nice. The girl had dark brown hair with some lighter streaks in it, probably due to summer. And then the eyes… Hazel leaning towards green. The light tickling of freckles on her face was what caught her attention the most though. So much so that she had to keep herself from yelling out that they were ‘freckle buddies’, a term that her and Evan had coined due to the fact that they both had freckles and their parents didn’t.

Ellie Ryan Miles
17 | Lesbian | Female

Ellie took notice to the confusion of Dyra. She sighed softly, only to not explain herself as the woman had watched Ellie, in which she waited for a response upon her own. She relaxed slightly. It was bad timing, really. Almost a year since she hadn't seen Alyssa, or pretty much a year, and she has no idea what happened. Ellie despised Alyssa so much to just suddenly call her and care, but it was something that she urged to do. Leave a voicemail. Ellie looked around for a moment before her attention returned back to Dyra.

She had smiled as Ellie accepted the offer, in which Ellie was officially convinced that this was for sure not Alyssa. Nobody in their right mind makes up for something that they didn't even do. But Ellie knew that Dyra was referring to the fact that Alyssa had caused her pain - not to make up for the fact that Ellie had splashed hot coffee on her.

Ellie took notice of the fact that Dyra seemed eager about this whole situation. Maybe she just really liked giving? Ellie didn't bother to ponder upon it when she returned to the table with three cookies, and the replacement coffee. Ellie nodded as Dyra slipped the coffee and two slips of cookies. Ellie took a smaller bite of one, chewing before Dyra spoke.

Ellie cleared her throat, nodding. "Alyssa had a lot of enemies. More enemies than friends. Her dad was the owner of a really fucking wealthy company before he died. They'd use her to get to him, in which he just simply controlled everything she did. You're lucky I'm the only one who's recognized that you're wearing her skin. People are after her Stone and just after her in general." Ellie replied, taking another bite, beginning to chew slightly faster as Dyra spoke yet again.

“Also, I don’t think I ever got your name. Would be a pain if whenever I look back on this in future and have to refer to you as- That woman or something… Just seems rude to do that to you. People have names for a reason, after all.”

To be fair, it was a rather valid point. Although, Ellie had been referred to "That woman" in many instances. And not just instances like this. Call her dramatic, but Ellie could give two shits less about something like that.

She cleared her throat. "Ellie. Ellie Miles." She took a sip of her coffee, grabbing her mother's and bringing it closer to her. She inhaled, taking notice that it didn't sound like Alyssa at all. Alyssa's voice was soft, soothing, and in a way, there was a grasp of bitterness to it. Dyra sounded Swedish - not even American. It did contrast well with Ellie's, though.

"I guess the question remains - you live around here?" Ellie asked, raising her eyebrows as she took notice to Dyra studying Ellie. She couldn't help but smile.

"Quit admiring me. Take a picture and it'll last longer."

Dyra ‘Dire/Malva’ Malvina Gowan | 19 | F | Les | T.E.R

“Ellie. Ellie Miles. I guess the question remains - you live around here? Quit admiring me. Take a picture and it'll last longer.”

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At being caught staring, Dyra smiled lightly and glanced away. “Sorry, I uh, just noticed that you have freckles- It’s stupid, I know, sorry. It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. And yeah- I live in one of the nearby apartment complexes, work at the local bakery. Have you ever been there?- Ah, wait, you probably have. You’ve lived around here longer… Anyways! They make the absolute best snickerdoodles I’ve ever had. Not sure if you like those but uhm, yeah.”

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She rubbed her neck nervously, despite her outgoing nature she’s never actually been any good at leading a conversation. Made for a pretty lonely childhood actually, but Evan was always there so… Remembering what Ellie had said about Alyssa though she looked at her, “Yeah… Probably a good thing. Should I cut my hair or something? Wear contacts? I don’t feel like getting mugged or something because of my face… Hm, what colors did she usually wear? I remember having to throw out a lot of black… No offense to your style or anything but like, that color is terrifying. It’s like it’s gonna steal my soul or something. Don’t get me wrong- Looks amazing on you, but like. The color itself? Very scary.”

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Thinking for a moment before seeming to realize something, Dyra quickly added, “I don’t mean that as a flirt- Or an insult- Sorry, I must’ve just come off as a creep, sorry. Uh-”

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Her eyes darted around the café, biting her lip softly. She was making this way more awkward than it needed to be, what was she supposed to say though? Her eyes landed on the freckles again and she spoke before she could even think about stopping herself. “Your freckles are cool, most people don’t really notice them, they see eyes and mouths and hair, but not freckles. I like freckles, my last body had freckles. My brother’s last two bodies have both had freckles too. We coined the term Freckle Buddies, because both of our parents didn’t have any. It was always a fun thing…”

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She paused, looking at Ellie again, “Oh, sorry, I haven’t been letting you talk at all… Go ahead, sorry for the ranting.” She pushed some bangs out of her face and took a sip of her own coffee, relishing in the cookie flavor… Okay, so maybe she had a bit of a cookie addiction. But it wasn’t that bad! Not like it was something to be ashamed of at least.