Post by eleanor leigh rigby on Oct 18, 2009 11:32:24 GMT -5
eleanor leigh rigby
nineteen . waitress . depressed
nineteen . waitress . depressed
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]eleanor leigh rigby
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]ellie, elle
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]nineteen
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]quiet. thoughtful. sad. pensive. lonely. good at keeping her feelings bottled up. motherly. caring. lost. alcoholic. graceful. logical. depressed. weak. tired. ashamed. sorrowful. numb.
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]Ellie wasn't born to a loving mother and father. She was born to an alcoholic mother and a father who was never home. When daddy wasn't home to help mom, mom would set Ellie down in her crib, and drink. Ellie would cry and cry, but all mom would do is drink and drink. And when daddy did come home, mom would be drunk. And when mom was drunk, she would fight and fight with daddy. This went on for almost a year until a frightened neighbor in the apartment room next door called child services and had Ellie taken away from mom and daddy. Mom was too drunk to give a damn and daddy was to angry to let his little angel go. Daddy fought the police for almost another year, but finally gave up when he found himself a new lover, one without kids or a drinking problem.
So Ellie would grow up with her foster family. Miss Lowe, they called her. Miss Lowe, unlike mom, was sweet and caring. She gave the best years of her life to Ellie and Ellie's two foster brothers, Leo and Lucas. Unlike Ellie, Leo and Lucas were twin brothers. They had each other, and Ellie had no one. Whenever Ellie felt alone, Miss Lowe would scoop Ellie up and sit her on her lap and tell her everything would be alright. And for a while, Ellie believed her. It wasn't until Ellie was eleven when Miss Lowe was diagnosed with liver cancer. Miss Lowe died two years later and Ellie was shipped off to a Catholic all-girls boarding school. Nothing from their would ever be alright.
The boarding school years went by in a blur. But according to Ellie's files, they dragged on. Ellie showed signs of suicidal behavior through her years at the Catholic all-girls boarding school she attended, which alarmed the staff. Ellie would draw odd pictures and sometimes spent months not talking to anyone. Some of her piers tried to reach out to Ellie, while others assumed she was possessed. It wasn't until Ellie graduated from the school that she found the sweetest sin of all.
Beer. Whiskey. Liquor. Wine. You name it, she's got it. Maybe its her mother's roots, the lust for a bottle of sin? Or maybe its because its the only thing that can make Ellie's fears and pain go away with every swallow? Whatever the reason is, it's the best thing to ever happen to Ellie. But her hobby was becoming expensive, so Ellie had to move to New York City to look for work. On her nineteenth birthday, Ellie was finally able to find a job as a waitress. Though she was required to be at least twenty-one to work there, a fake I.D. and few white-lies got her the job. The pay was bad, but the tips were good.
Now with a stock of beer and liquor and other poisons, Ellie got herself a small apartment complex in the heart of New York City. She has a job, a few friends, and even a liquor store on every block. But even so, there is something missing...
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ooc name: juliet
pb being used: taylor swift
years of experience: almost six
membergroup: citizen
Tuesday mornings were quiet ones at work, and with a few swigs of hard liquor before putting her uniform on always did make the day go faster. A few brushes of her curly blond hair, some makeup to put some color into her pale face and then the jewelry to make it seem like she cared. All this to deceive. To make her customers believe she had something beating in her chest, something inside of her that had feelings. But no. All her gnarled heart wanted was alcohol, and it was the only thing keeping Ellie alive nowadays.
After getting dressed up, Ellie grabbed a bottle of drug-store perfume and practically washed herself in it. She had to mask over the booze scent or else she'd get fired. And if she got fired, the money for booze would end. And if she had no more booze, well... Ellie would rather not wonder about that.
So she grabbed her keys and a bagel and locked the door behind her. Barely buzzed and very tired, Ellie walked out of the apartment complex and down the busy streets where people roamed around. She didn't feel much like walking to work, so she walked up one block and sat down on a bench, waiting for the bus to come. She glanced at her watch. Dammit, she missed the first bus. She would have to wait twenty minutes for the next one. Dammit, dammit!
Ellie chewed on her bagel and looked around her. She spotted a woman, lean and small, running in the streets in order to cross to the other side where a Starbucks was. Then Ellie watched as an old man hobbled down the street, holding hands with his aged wife who carried a shopping bag or two in her other arm. Then Ellie's attention shifted to a homeless man, sitting under a street light, staring up at the grey sky, his eyes frosted over with some kind of street drug. Oh the agony.
She continued to much on her bagel until it was all gone, and until she found herself feeling again. There was a flutter in her chest, and then a sharp pain. Oh no, she thought, as she watched a middle-aged woman holding hands with her daughter. The woman walked down on the busy sidewalks, the daughter tugging her mother in all directions. Ellie cringed. Oh no... she whispered, as an ongoing chain of memories flashed before her eyes. She was remembering her foster mother, the only mother she ever really had. Ellie bit her lip and sighed, silencing her brain.
Only if she had a bottle. Only if she had something to help her make her feelings go away. Something to numb her. Something to---whoa!
A harsh sound screeched in Ellie's ears. Someone had been walking on the sidewalk and had slipped into a rain puddle. Whoever that person was, their bag had fell into the air and landed in the street, causing ongoing cars to screech at a stop or swerve to avoid it. Ellie jumped at the sound and rushed over to the person who was laying on their back on the sidewalk. "Are you okay?" Ellie yelped, her motherly instincts kicking in.