Post by Elaine Sally Guiness on Nov 15, 2009 15:55:39 GMT -5
---HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF THE BARD
The rain is fallin on my window pane
but we are hidin in a safer place
under covers stayin safe and warm
you give me feelins that I adore
--AND THE STORY BEGINS
ELAINE SALLY GUINESS -- MAIDEN
ENTER THE HERO
NAME: Elaine Sally Guiness
NICKNAMES: Elle and Ellie
DOB: 2nd November
FAMILY:
Father; Dale Guiness
Mother-deceased; Danielle Guiness
GRADE: Senior
PERSONALITY: Elaine is one of those girls that big guys feel the need to protect, to carry books for, to look after. She inspires a caring in most of the male species that a lot of women long for, though she herself doesn’t know she is even doing it. Though of course, her frail looking frame helps when coupled with her pretty face.
Elaine herself is one of those girls you love to hate, simply because you can’t – she’s simply too nice. What you see is what you get, and though she may seem shallow in the way that she is honest, caring and just genuinely nice, she is an A grade student – how else do you think she got into Ash Hill High? She certainly couldn’t afford it. Ellie, as she is referred to be her friends and boyfriend, wouldn’t hurt a fly, literally. If anything she is a semi Buddhist, refusing to even squash the spider that lives in the bathtub. She loves Gardens and wild life, and volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends, and the old folk’s home during the week.
A Vegetarian, Elaine can be pretty picky about her food. Add to this the way she eats her food, then you have quite an experience on your hands when you sit down with her for dinner. She loves potatoes and hates it when lance pigs out on rib eye steak – she doesn’t mind that that he eats meat, she wouldn’t force her ways on anyone, but seriously, do you have to be so… carnivorous when you do eat it? All she can picture is the lions on the wildlife programmes she watches.
She may not dress in all the latest fashions like her best friend, but she does have a unique sense of style that some try to copy, and most fail. She swaps her clothes with Jenny, helping to style her friend for big date night with Drake. She has a giggle most find cute and a voice that can either make you listen more closely or help soothe your fears and lull you to sleep. She speaks softly, and is not always heard, but she is quite happy with that. When her opinion matters, and when she wants it too, everyone listens.
QUIRKS: Elaine has this thing about only eating the middle of something. A bread roll for example, is hollowed out, a sausage dissected. She doesn't eat the outside, some underlying fear of germs preventing this - but now at least she is starting to eat more of the middle than she used too.
--A LOOKING GLASS REFLECTION
FACE CLAIM: Doriana Agacinska
HAIR: Long and mousy brown. In the summer it has natural sandy blonde highlights.
EYES: Chocolate brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5ft 7, 109 pounds.
BODY TYPE: slim, athletic.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Elaines eyes are actually two different colors, one brown and one blue - but she wears colored contacts so that she doesn't stand out, so that she doesn't get called a freak. Getting over anorexia, Elaine is still shockingly thin and fragile looking - the pendant she wears around her neck almost always looks too big for her.
--A TALE OF GLORY;; A TALE OF WOE
HISTORY: Elaine Guiness was eight years old when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. She was eight years old when her mother came home from the hospital with her head held high whilst her father cried. It was the first time Elaine saw her father cry, though it was not going to be the last.
At first, nothing changed. Elaine went to school, her father went o work, her mother cleaned the house, she cooked, she read stories to her daughter as they curled up on the sofa, she lit candles when the electricity failed in the middle of the night. She still chased away the monsters that lived under the bed and roamed her closest. To Elaine, he mother was still a superhero.
But things did start to change, not long after her ninth birthday. Her mother started chemo and her hair fell out. Some days she was too sick to get out of bed, others she could only just make it out of bed. Elaine found herself taking on a role that her mother had never intended her too, but helped her with. Elaine washed her mother’s bloodied sheets, and held what was left of her hair away from her face whilst she vomited. Before her mother’s very eyes, the two switched roles.
Her mother’s battle with the cancer went on for years, with its share of both good and bad days. Some of Elaine’s fondest memories are of being in the hospital with her mother, pushing her around the wards in her wheel chair, offering rides to the other patients. Though a sad time, it could also be one of the happiest for Elaine, her family untied through her mother’s pain.
But the treatment cost money, money the family did not have. Elaine’s father worked in a garage, and his wages could not cover the treatment costs, and when , at 15, Elaine returned home to find that her mothers cancer had come back for the sixth time and was now malignant, her mother chose to stop the treatment altogether.
By the time, Elaine was dating Lance, the handsome quarter back from the private school she had managed to get a scholarship into. He was a pillar of strength whilst her mother worsened, he was her first and as far as she was concerned her only. He provided light as her family fell into the darkness of death. On the day before thanksgiving, her mother closed her eyes, and never opened them again.
Though her father openly grieved, though he cried and he wept, Elaine found herself in a position where she could not cry. She refused to let herself be weak when her mother had been so strong, and instead she threw herself into the housework, the cooking, school. She grieved in a way that worked for her, taking control of her life that had so far been spiralling out of her reach. She took control of food.
Elaine would prepare huge meals, and not touch a single bite. Her appetite never seemed to last, some days she would eat a piece of fruit, others she simply went without. Her family struggled for money, and she helped by eating less, saving on food by buying only one set of meals. When she did eat, she felt guilty for spending the money she could live without. Her weight dropped and her friends worried when she could no longer support the base of the period, when she could no longer buy clothes because they fell off her.
When her body was nothing more than a sack of bones.
For the next two years, her relationship with food worsened, until one day lance told her something she would never forget. If indeed, she was doing what she was doing to help her father, then how could she be so selfish as to deprive him of his daughter, to take away the last reminder of his wife? It was enough to make Elaine realise where she was going wrong, and though the mountain she was about to climb was a large one, it started with a single strawberry, one the beach, in the middle of June.
Now Elaine is slowly putting on the weight she lost – she has rejoined the cheerleading squad and her relationship with Lance is thriving once more. She’s even started volunteering at the animal sanctuary, eating good meals, and more importantly, being there for the father who needs her.
ANYTHING ELSE: Ellie got her naval pierced when she was 14, a secret dare by her boyfriend, lance.
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Farrow flew overhead, keeping watch of the surrounding city as Elle lay back and enjoyed the sun. It was rare that it filtered through the clouds at this time of year, and Elle was savouring every beautiful second of it. Her skin burnt easily, and soon became covered in freckles, but there was no heat to the light filtering through and her skin was protected by a charm. Perfectly fine as long as she didn’t suddenly end up on or near the equator.
But, even as she basked in the light a shadow stole it from her. Opening her eyes she growled under breath as the floating city passed over her head, taking the sunlight with its bulbous city. If she knew how, or had enough power, she would bring that city crashing into the ocean and drown every noble upon it’s bloodstained earth.
Standing, she shook out her hair and retied it back into a bobble, pushing the loose strands behind her ears with slender fingers. Unawares for the moment that she was being watched, she stood on the edge of the run down tower block on which she was standing and navigated the pole that stuck from its edge, dropping down to catch the metal in her hands and swing herself into the room below.
Landing with a soft thud that sent the dust around her feet dancing around her legs, she moved away from the window and into the room. The room itself was nothing spectacular – peeling wallpaper, rotting carpets and a horrid damp smell. But the treasure within was something a few would die to get their hands on.
Elle pulled back the dust sheet and laid her hand on the nose of the craft, painted like that of a kestrel. It was a paperwing, brightly painted and lightweight, it was the very craft that she had escaped Citagezze on three years before, and the same on that had taken her back to see the death of her first love, hung by the Nobles. It meant a lot to the brown headed girl who reached into the cockpit to pull out a book, a sword and a necklace. The book was nothing more than a half empty diary and the sword was spelled to stay clean. Both had belonged to Richard. The necklace however had been hers, and bore a single flower on it length. A black Dhalia.
Elle looked up as Farro screeched, aware now that not only was she being watched, but someone had followed her. Still holding the necklace she picked up the sword, dropping into a stance that hid her from view from the window side, and also meant she could move quickly.
