Post by nora on Oct 30, 2012 20:44:38 GMT
ELOISE KATHERINE WHITMOORE !
'all I ever wanted was the world, primadonna life the rise and fall.'
'all I ever wanted was the world, primadonna life the rise and fall.'
HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?
the tanned, blonde haired woman crossed her legs, her hands tightly laced together and she blushes at the simple question. "well, my name is eloise katherine whitmoore, I’m twenty four years old- born on april first. my parents always find it quite amusing when they tell people my birthday, because my father always used to switch my mother’s pregnancy tests with false ones, and didn’t tell her that she was due to have me until she started to get her morning sickness. my closest friends call me elo, and some people call me by my last name. I’m quite obviously a female- I have been all my life.” the woman snorts, and giggles, trying to ignore how unlady like the noise was, “I don’t base love on gender, but I am definitely more attracted to males than I am females… believe it or not, I grow a tail when I get hit with the smallest amount of water- call me a merperson, mermaid, siren- I don’t care.” twirling a strand of hair around her finger, the blonde bats her eyelashes slightly, “as for alliance, I’m neutral. I don’t give a damn about what happens- in fact I try to ignore it all together.”
SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
"well, I’m five two, and I’m curvier than what I’d like to be. to be quite honest I need to lose a weight- I’m average, frumpy- not at all the way I want to look. I haven’t cut my hair in years- well, at least I won’t let other people cut it- they use water and we all know that doesn’t really go well… it’s naturally blonde, and silky smooth” she blushes, and plays with the strands of her curly blonde hair, “when I do get wet, my tail is definitely something else- I’m rather proud of it to be honest, it’s long, and slimy- perfect really. if I had to choose one feature of mine that I actually like, it’d be my fin. it’s the color of the caribbean sea- just like my eyes. I used to create these sashes- whether out of shells or pearls it didn’t matter- sometimes I’d even use fish skeletons to tie around my tail as some extra decoration.” the woman smiles, and tucks her feet under her, kicking her heels off and smiling slightly, “as for tattoos, I have an anchor on my hip- that’s about it. when it comes to scars, I have a rather unflattering one on my calf- where I tiger shark got a bit too friendly with me… fashion? well, I really enjoy being comfortable, but you can’t walk around in sweatpants everyday. you’ll probably see me in dresses more than anything else- but when I’m home I’m usually in my pajama’s and a tank top.
I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!
"it’s kind of hard for someone to describe their own personality… you may totally disagree with me. but anyways, I’m a nice person- I’m the kind of girl who gives money to the homeless and attends church when she’s with her family. I like to think I’m ambitious; I love adventure and getting lost in a good novel. what can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic; I love the idea of being swooped off my feet by my other half. I tend to be horribly opinionated; I hate the thought of being wrong and can put up a pretty good argument when I need to. bickering is definitely one of my strong suits- in fact I actually had a dream of becoming a lawyer at one point in life. some things I enjoy doing are reading Shakespeare and as stereotypical as it is- I love brushing my hair. I love the water- obviously, and animals. I’ve always wanted a cat…” the woman purses her lips and runs her fingers through her hair boredly, “I absolutely hate having a dirty apartment- so what if I’m a little ocd, I just really, greatly dislike having a messy environment. I also hate whaling- for obvious reasons, and horse slaughter. horses are another one of those things I love~ and if I were to pick off the top of my head some other things I hate, I’d probably say coffee flavored anything, roadkill, and um… doctor’s offices.”
“I’m quite good at writing, and swimming of course- and as I said before I’m skilled when it comes to arguing, as for weaknesses water is definitely a big one- you have no idea how hard it is to go outside on a rainy day. reading aloud is another thing I’d consider a weakness, I fail miserably at it, and lastly I’d say fast food- which I’ve literally lived off of for years but still would choose over a gourmet diner. I’m pretty social- I don’t really like being by myself, because when I do my mind tends to become my enemy, thus making me feel like shit. my parent’s always used to leave me home alone- and I hated it. we weren’t close then, but after my dad’s death we’ve gotten closer. my siblings and I are close- but that’s only because our mother’s gone.” the woman trails off, and shrugs after a moment, “it’s no big deal, my mother’s been gone for years- I’m the eldest, with three younger siblings, so I took over the role as mother…” again the woman shrugs, and stares off rather boredly.
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!
"as said, I’m the eldest out of four kids- my father died shortly after my youngest sister was born- so she never really got to meet him. he wasn’t necessarily the best guy around either- he got into gambling and was an alcoholic- mom used to deny it but we knew where the bruises came from. I wasn’t sad when he died- I didn’t cry like my siblings did, I didn’t morn over the loss of our dead beat father. it was during that time our mother began to shut down-…” her hands squeeze tightly together, her knuckles tight as she takes deep breaths to calm herself down, “I hate him for what he did to us- he broke our family apart- now I don’t even get to see my mother anymore. she moved away as soon as I turned eighteen- me and my closest sibling taking over role of parents as we supported each other.
when my siblings were old enough to take care of themselves, we also began to drift apart- partly because we had different hobbies. I, myself enjoyed horseback riding and writing for the school newspaper- while my youngest brother preferred baseball and football. eventually it got to the point in which we hardly saw each other.” she smiles slightly, sighing again and running her hands through her blonde hair, trying to gather her thoughts. “it took a lot to get them to move here, we had to get rid of our great dane, molly- which my siblings were not happy about. I compromised and we got to keep our cat- who’s name is Hogwarts- my siblings found the harry potter movies quite amusing. I currently live with my youngest brother- seeing as the older two are old enough to be on their own.
I still look out for them, of course- somebody has too- but their adults, so I let them do what they want. that’s about it… other than the fact that my mum has cancer- she told me that over the phone the other day…” her words tremble slightly as she takes deep breaths to calm herself once more, “just because I haven’t talked to her in awhile doesn’t mean she’s not my mum, you know? it still hurts- she’s my mom- she’s dying- and she’s refusing treatment because of the price… I offered to pay for it- I would have saved for months… she doesn’t want it though- she won’t let me help her…”
AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?
[/justify]"haiidur, I’m nora, i found this site while surfing the interweb, and I live in the united states- I’d much rather live in the uk, tho. I’m obsessssed with one direction- don’t judge, they’re fucking perfect human beings. and I want them all. I don’t have any other characters, and I’m un the eastern time zone… errrrr, I love the avengers, and actually hysterically cried at the ending because captin America and iron man didn’t get together. I also have a thing for Robert downey jr. well… that’s all I really have to say about myself… "
it had been a long day. the man’s mouth is pulled down at one corner and his fingers tap impatiently at the wheel of his mustang, music playing lightly in the background. he was annoyed at the rate the traffic before him was moving, and was bored after fifteen minutes of waiting. ahead there was rumored to be an accident, sirens and lights flashing a lengthy distance ahead- an overturned car smoking and crushed to a pulp. the thought that someone could be hurt didn’t pull at his heart strings, in fact the man was completely unamused and more than pissed off at the idiot driver who caused this chaotic mess. he himself happened to be a rather reckless driver, but hell, that was beside the point- it’s not like he was the one who fucked up and wrecked his car.
work had been long. his schedule had been jam packed with surgeries and meeting in which he honestly gave zero fucks about. sure, he loved his job, he was good at it- hell, he was the best at it. it took a fuck ton of schooling, and oskar was pleased to say that he was finally done, and one of the best surgeons around. rare cases went straight to him, and when he didn’t have any planned, he’d take on intermediate surgeries or prep interns. working in the hospital was definitely something he planned to do for the rest of his days, and he hoped one day his son would take interest in the medical field as well. of course, this wasn’t likely. aiden’s mother always used to scold him on how not to pressure their son… but she’s gone now and his son was grown, and… he felt alone.
his fingers dig into his pocket for the his iphone, placing it on the steering wheel as his car moves up half an inch. again frustration washes over him, it’d be faster if he just walked home- surely three miles couldn’t be that bad, it’d sure as hell be better than sitting in his car. grumbling, the man pulls up one of the games his son recently got him addicted to- angry birds. calloused and well practiced hands glide over the screen as he sends multicolored birds towards the boxes and green colored pigs. it was a simple way to keep himself busy as he waited, he’d rather be playing some childish game then sitting in silence and reading bumper stickers. soon, the game grows tiring- and the man switches to another game in which involves a man running through a temple away from diseased looking monkeys.
it seems as though as soon as the man reaches well over three million does a horn behind him startle him out of his trance, soon the man realizes that he’s now the one holding up the line. ”fuck.” he hisses, and steps on the gas, cruising smoothly pass the demolished car and towards home. where he’ll be greeted by silence..
work had been long. his schedule had been jam packed with surgeries and meeting in which he honestly gave zero fucks about. sure, he loved his job, he was good at it- hell, he was the best at it. it took a fuck ton of schooling, and oskar was pleased to say that he was finally done, and one of the best surgeons around. rare cases went straight to him, and when he didn’t have any planned, he’d take on intermediate surgeries or prep interns. working in the hospital was definitely something he planned to do for the rest of his days, and he hoped one day his son would take interest in the medical field as well. of course, this wasn’t likely. aiden’s mother always used to scold him on how not to pressure their son… but she’s gone now and his son was grown, and… he felt alone.
his fingers dig into his pocket for the his iphone, placing it on the steering wheel as his car moves up half an inch. again frustration washes over him, it’d be faster if he just walked home- surely three miles couldn’t be that bad, it’d sure as hell be better than sitting in his car. grumbling, the man pulls up one of the games his son recently got him addicted to- angry birds. calloused and well practiced hands glide over the screen as he sends multicolored birds towards the boxes and green colored pigs. it was a simple way to keep himself busy as he waited, he’d rather be playing some childish game then sitting in silence and reading bumper stickers. soon, the game grows tiring- and the man switches to another game in which involves a man running through a temple away from diseased looking monkeys.
it seems as though as soon as the man reaches well over three million does a horn behind him startle him out of his trance, soon the man realizes that he’s now the one holding up the line. ”fuck.” he hisses, and steps on the gas, cruising smoothly pass the demolished car and towards home. where he’ll be greeted by silence..
