Post by eleanor on Dec 11, 2010 0:44:55 GMT -5
ELEANOR JANINE BLYTHE
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!
[/font]ABOUT YOU!
* FULL NAME Eleanor Janine Blythe
* NICK NAMES Ellie
* AGE Forty one
* BIRTHDAY May 29, 1969
* FAVORITE THINGS musicals and plays, belly rubs, knitting, cuddling, striped socks, literature, cigarettes, holidays, beards, fireplaces, the rain, black nail polish, flowers, combat boots, tea
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS being alone, perverted humor, loud noises, violence, cats, sudden changes, rap music, hot weather, romance novels, modern fashion, complicated technology, high heels, aging, large crowds
* FEARS the dark, heights, dying
* GOALS perfect her German, get organized, find someone to spend the rest of her life with, learn to play the piano
* BIGGEST SECRET She isn't exactly comfortable with changing humans. In fact, she would rather not do it at all. Too messy in her opinion, and why force someone into something they do not want? This is only a secret because she fears that revealing it will leave her as something to be scorned by the others.
* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!
[/font]YOUR HISTORY!
* MOTHER Judi Coraline Blythe, 65, retired; "Oh, mum. Batty as they come, but you can't help but love her. She was always willing to give up her own time for ours... I should really call her..."
* FATHER Harold William Blythe, 70, retired; "I would like to say that I know him well, but that would be a lie. He was always working or... just - I don't know."
* SIBLINGS Jonathan Calvin Blythe, 38, lawyer; "He needs to stop being so pretentious. Perhaps we would be able to actually get along once again."
* HOMETOWN London, England; "I preferred it there if we're being honest with one another. It wasn't nearly as loud... and the people not so ignorant."
* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!
[/font]BEHIND THE MASK!
hey, i'm harley! i'm currently 16 years young and living it up in the pst timezone. i've been on the scene for five years years, and i'm loving it! you can pm (i will offer msn and yim to those that ask nicely) and we'll chat the night away! oh and by the way, i also play no one!
* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!
[/font]THE SAMPLE!
There were too many people in cities such as this, that she was sure of. Too many of them seemed to congregate together, pushing and shoving in such a disorderly manner that it made her head spin. Did they not realize that nothing was really being achieved when they went about it as they were? Bloody fools. It didn't help that she was shorter than almost everyone else. Even when she attempted to join in the shoving she was immediately defeated. Few realized she was there until they had already bumped up against her.
Oh, if only they could see her with teeth bared and hair standing on end. They would be - ... probably not frightened at all. She was still unfortunately small as a dog, even adorable to many people. Eleanor let out an audible sigh as yet another slow moving person ended up in front of her. It was something she would have to learn to tolerate. In her mind's eyes however, she was shoving all out of the way with her powerful elbows and fists, the waves of people parting for her like the red sea. Perhaps she would get vicious, tooth and claw tearing into the calves and shins of the unsuspecting.
Of course that would all be very naughty... and improbable. She actually had to want to hurt before she was actually able to do so. Until then she was stuck being shoved around and pressed into the bodies of surrounding people. People that usually smelled oddly or complained rudely when she stumbled helplessly over their toes. Well. Perhaps they should try wearing combat boots along with her. It didn't hurt nearly as bad though it was a pain in the arse later when one had to spend extra care getting the scuffs out.
Thinking about scuffs and boot polish was enough to distract her from the task at hand... Whatever that task happened to be... Oh! Book store. Right, right, right. That meant she would need to turn that way and then follow that line of hedges taking her to the - Her thoughts were cut off by a much more jarring collision than usual. It took her a moment to realize that the person she had hit was indeed smaller than her. A child by the looks of things, whose parents were now staring distastefully. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. Really, I am!" Her apology was waved away with glares. Before they disappeared from view completely however, Eleanor saw the little girl smile and wave tentatively.
Why was it always the children that were so much more accepting?
Oh, if only they could see her with teeth bared and hair standing on end. They would be - ... probably not frightened at all. She was still unfortunately small as a dog, even adorable to many people. Eleanor let out an audible sigh as yet another slow moving person ended up in front of her. It was something she would have to learn to tolerate. In her mind's eyes however, she was shoving all out of the way with her powerful elbows and fists, the waves of people parting for her like the red sea. Perhaps she would get vicious, tooth and claw tearing into the calves and shins of the unsuspecting.
Of course that would all be very naughty... and improbable. She actually had to want to hurt before she was actually able to do so. Until then she was stuck being shoved around and pressed into the bodies of surrounding people. People that usually smelled oddly or complained rudely when she stumbled helplessly over their toes. Well. Perhaps they should try wearing combat boots along with her. It didn't hurt nearly as bad though it was a pain in the arse later when one had to spend extra care getting the scuffs out.
Thinking about scuffs and boot polish was enough to distract her from the task at hand... Whatever that task happened to be... Oh! Book store. Right, right, right. That meant she would need to turn that way and then follow that line of hedges taking her to the - Her thoughts were cut off by a much more jarring collision than usual. It took her a moment to realize that the person she had hit was indeed smaller than her. A child by the looks of things, whose parents were now staring distastefully. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. Really, I am!" Her apology was waved away with glares. Before they disappeared from view completely however, Eleanor saw the little girl smile and wave tentatively.
Why was it always the children that were so much more accepting?
* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
THE CREDITS!
[/font]THE CREDITS!
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