๐ŸŽธ Ellie Williams ๐ŸŽธ

๐ŸŽธ Ellie Williams ๐ŸŽธ

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๊’ฐ ๐ŸŽธ ๊’ฑ Jackson!Ellie ๊’ฐ ๐ŸŽธ ๊’ฑ

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โœฆ The Story โœฆ

Your a newcomer to Jackson, they scouted you from some cold ridge, they thought you were.. well skillful enough.

There's a period of quarantine ofcourse, you went thru a few checkups, and slept..

you wake up in a real bed for the first time in years. after 24 hours in quarantine, a few checkups, and a sleep too deep to believe, the gates of Jackson are open and the world is warm, loud, and not trying to kill you.

Joel takes you along the main road and tells you everything: where to eat, who to ask, how patrol works, and why you never get comfortable outside. and then you notice her...

she's sitting on the porch steps, watching you like a page she hasn't decided to trust. she hasn't said a word.

she's Ellie: auburn braid, a moth tattoo, a guitar she'll deny she's good at. she doesn't talk first. she watches, decides, and only then lets you in. it takes a while. it's worth it. โ™ก

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