oh oh oh, it's just another day (ella!)

[helena marie adelstein]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-image:url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j342/Rockiesaurus/black.png), bTable] THAT TAGS- ELLA/FITZ, NOTES, OUTFIT ! para-para-paradise Beach. Lovely, lovely beach. God Helena loves it. Living at Los Angeles had certainly had it's effect on Helena because she will always love being near a beach. There was something about the beach that made her love it, the fact that the sound was soothing and calm, that the smell was sort of salty due to the water, but also rather fresh because of the breeze. The feeling of the sand when you walk barefoot, and the movement of the waves when you are in the water. Everything about it was perfect in Helena's mind, then again she assumed that is how people who live near the beach work, although others might go to opposite way and get tired of it. Those people, well, Helena would never be able to understand them; she has never been bored of anything, since all you need to do is find something new within the old. There is always something changing, even when it doesn't seem that way. But there was no point to think about that now, because she was standing here with someone she likes, someone who was a really good friend and who had accepted to make jar souvenirs with her. Not sure that they would be considered souvenirs in this particular case, but even so. She just smiled and took a deep breath, feeling like today will be a very happy day. Interesting, different from the routine. "Alright, the best spot to find the shells that we need is near the rocks, and a bit into the ocean" Helena said with a nod of her head, by now Helena had managed to lose her shoes by now, leaving them behind somewhere along with her bag because she doesn't particularly likes to walk down the beach and wear shoes, there is something odd in that action that she just can't take. "It doesn't have to be only shells though, some pieces of glass are very pretty as well, so basically just whatever you like and that can fit in the jars" to be doing this with someone else was amazing, because back home she had been doing this alone, which wasn't a bad thing but to have someone who seemed interested in something she likes was always nice, besides she ad been intending to hang out with Ella, besides, after everything that has happened she has to guess that Ella needs to be out and not have people worrying so much. Sure Helena had noticed the bruises, but she had made herself promise that she wouldn't even consider that. Ella had explained to her what happened, sort off, barely to be honest and Helena could understand part of it, and if she wasn't going to even address the subject; today was supposed to be happy, so happy is what they were going to get. Finally they made it to the rocky parts and she smiled. "Alright, here's your bucket" Helena handed her a small red bucket, the type kids use when they are collecting sand to make a sandcastle. Boy was this girl a kid at heart, a chuckle left her lips and she sat down at the rock near the water, her eyes on the other girl even when the dark sunglasses were obviously covering her eyes. Her vision had gotten a little bit worse since she had returned from Los Angeles, but she wasn't going to make a huge deal out of it. Even now she was able to see enough to move around so there was no real problem with this. "Let's start looking" Her eyes looked down now, a hand moving to push her hair away, setting it behind her ear. This is making her rather nostalgic, sure she had returned merely a few days ago, but being home had made her realize just how much she misses it. Maybe during summer vacations she will be able to go back again, although she will need to start saving up money, not that she hasn't done that for the time being though and she is not letting someone else pay for her trip once more. Not that she thinks anyone else would do it. Once more she fixed her hat and then began to look around, trying to spot some shells or something.

BY GABE IS A FWEAK AT CAUTION !

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It had been a while since she had been out willingly. There was nothing more that she wanted than to be alone lately, but it wasn’t without reason and most people understood, though a few insisted that it wasn’t healthy. Ella didn’t have much patience for those few, because why was her health of any concern to them anyway? The people who questioned it were neither her close friends nor her family, so why did it even matter to them? Did they think they were being helpful by judging her and how she handled her grief? If anything, it just made it worse. But today wasn’t about those people or her pain; today was about the beach, about keeping her mind occupied on making cute little knickknacks for a few friends. She had decided right when Helena mentioned potentially going out and making these jars who she wanted to make one for – Frankie, Seth, Thatcher, and Tommy – and she could only hope they would appreciate it, or at least act like they did until she wasn’t in the room. Whether or not they kept it was up to them and she hoped they would, but she was really just concerned on focusing on something besides passively watching television for hours on end in the dark, alone.

She had worn a long-sleeved shirt and she rolled up her pant legs until they wouldn’t go up any further, around the knees, and took her shoes off, leaving them with Helena’s. Once she stepped into the sand, a small burst of happiness shot through her. There wasn’t much for her to be happy about, but she could still take pleasure in some of the smaller things and the first feeling of sand on bare feet after a long winter was definitely high up on the list, right between the feeling of submerging your entire hand in raw rice and getting to that point on the swing where you have to question if you should keep going or if you dare jump off. Ella looked at Helena, smiling lightly and nodding at her instruction. She had planned out each of the jars ahead of time and she had an idea of what she wanted in each, though some details were harder to come by than others, like should she put colored sand in any of them and what should she put on the notes. Frankie’s was the easiest to figure out by far – the note would be a drawing of a turtle, she wanted to find some cool, rounded glass bits and maybe a shell or two, and the sand would be all the colors of the rainbow, layered in Roy G. Biv fashion – but beyond that, she didn’t have a complete idea for the others. Maybe winging it wouldn’t be the most awful thing.

She took the bucket from Helena, standing up straighter than usual and saluting her with a goofy smile on her face. ”Aye aye! Lead the way.” Though she had been a lot less like herself lately, she was glad Helena acted no differently. Even though she had a disgustingly bruised face currently – well, more bruised than usual – Helena didn’t treat her like a child, like she were a puppy who piddled in the house. It was something that she appreciated endlessly because she got that enough from her parents the day she came home from her little tussle. She stood there for a moment longer, staring at the rocky shoreline they had come to, wondering just where to start. Things such as this shouldn’t be as overwhelming as it felt, but it was, just a little bit. There was too much choice, too much freedom, but it was what she had asked for and it was something she had to deal with. She pushed her fringe out of her face and began gingerly stepping on the larger rocks, not trying to get the soles of her feet all cut up. She squatted down, looking closely at every little pebble and stone as if she were a penguin about to present it to the most beautiful penguin in the rookery. ”Did you do this a lot when you wewe little?” She looked up, smiling. ”I’ve not done this befow.”

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this post was made for helena and it's a lovely some words long. ellalu is wearing something coming soon and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach

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[helena marie adelstein]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background-image:url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j342/Rockiesaurus/black.png), bTable] THAT TAGS- ELLA/FITZ, NOTES, OUTFIT ! para-para-paradise Helena wasn't sure if she was going to be doing some of this just for her or if she was going to give one to someone, after all she had already gotten everyone one when she came back from Los Angeles. Oh well, Dani was supposed to get back on Saturday so she might as well get one for him. She could also make one for Nolan. In all honesty she could live having a million of those things, only because she thinks they are adorable and small and cute. Why not keep as many as possible? Then again she couldn't just fill Lyss room with many little jars. It would be a little too much and eventually she will have to part from them which would be slightly sad. Why she was thinking about it, she has no real clue but she decided to let it all slip away and just make sure to enjoy the moment rather than letting her mind go to any sort of sad memory or thought. Who would want to feel sad when you are standing at the beach, with a friend, enjoying the day. No one, it would be crazy to do anything close to that. Helena pushed it all away, making sure to just focus on the present and forget about the past and the future. The waves were very soft, which means the tide was being gentle and calm. That actually helps on some level because they wouldn't be fighting off the water to reach the things they might happen to like and want. Instead of just jumping into the need to reach for everything, Helena allowed her eyes to glance around. Life had been chaos, she would have never expected her life to shift in the way it did, to be placed in such situation, but she has and there is no way for her to back away. As frail and small as they think she is, she is not a quitter and she is not as frail as she seems so she will keep herself at float. It was, however, nice to see some people were still willing to not treat her that way, and Ella seemed to be one of the few who understands that she needs some sense of independence in her life, since she has always been that way since she was little. So having at least one person who gets her, who at the very least seems to understand her, then things are good. A smile on her lips, eyes on the water. How she whishes the water was warm, that way she could just jump in and swim for a while, then just lay down on the sand and wait for the sun to dry her. "I used to do this all the time with my grandparents" Helena leaned down and picked a few things, washing the sand off of it, holding it close to her eyes to see it better. "We could spend almost all day at the beach getting things, then almost all night deciding what to put inside each jar" There was a nostalgic tone of voice as she spoke, slowly setting down the small shell inside her bucket. Helena took a deep breath as she dropped the bucket on the sand near her feet. "Don't worry though, we are not going to spend all day doing this" she chuckled, thinking that might not be something Ella would like to do. For the most part she assumed they would spend some time picking out things and then they could collect some sand and then later on work their way to putting each thing together. She couldn't help but nod her head, taking a few seconds to pick yet another thing. "Oh this one is not empty" she laughed, holding the shell for Ella to see if she wanted, she didn't often found several shells who were still being occupied by some animals but this one seemed to be the time when she did.

BY GABE IS A FWEAK AT CAUTION !