Post by ellenore lilith rogers on Nov 17, 2008 17:06:30 GMT -5
ELLENORE ROGERS
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WHATSINANAME?!:: ellenore lilith rogers
SPAWNOFINSIDEJOKES:: ell, ellen
HOWOLDAREYOU?:: sixteen
WHICHWAYDOYOUSWING?:: straight
MAKEITPINKORBLUE?:: female
BORNANDBREDIN:: dallas texas
LIVINITUPIN:: washington
WHODOYOURUNWITH?:: human
MIRRORMIRROR:: her hair is naturally a dirty dishwater blonde, but in hating the color, she changes it, every so often, to a shade of red. her eyes are really a hazel blue, but often come off as a dark shade of gray.
BUILDMEUPBUTTERCUP:: she often gets the wag of the finger from her mother because she only weighs around ninety eight pounds and is small. but, how could you blame the girl? according to her, she's at the right weight for being a little over five foot.
BEAUTIFULLYTRAGIC:: her skin and her hair.
SEPERATEDTWIN:: hayley williams
AFEWOFMYFAVORITETHINGS:: coffee, animals, rodents, reading, writing, being by herself, reagan - her twin, her boyfriend, quiet places, making stuff, writing lyrics, sports, secrets, yellow and orange, sharpies, balloons, ice cream, pizza, cookies, soda, computers, hair dye, her sister's band.
HATEIREALLYDONTLIKEYOU:: crowds, reagan, her jealous behavior, milk, spiders, bugs, cars, drunks, bright light, people bugging her, people giving her weird looks, cows, plastic, grocery shopping, revealing clothes, anything that makes her look out of character, messiness.
WHATDOESNTKILLMEMAKESMESTRONGER:: writing anything - it can be a journal or lyrics, she often uses a colorful vocabulary. she'll speak her mind, pushing her nervousness aside for a few seconds. training dogs
I'MWEAKINTHEKNEESFORYOU:: just talking in general, doing something by herself, answering questions, anything that revolves around people.
FEELLIKETHERE'SSOMEONEWATCHINGME:: losing her boyfriend, being blacked out because her sister is well known, to be left behind, her anxiety taking control of her life, that she'll never find that perfect someone.
ADREAMTHAT'SDAILYCOMINGTRUE:: to, at least, inch her way out of her shy behavior. to be recognized as ellenore rogers and not reagan rogers, her sister. to be heard.
I'LLKEEPYOUMYDIRTYLITTLESECRET:: she wants to be her other twin, she wants to be a mother some day, she's jealous of her twin.
IUSEDTOKNOWYOUSOWELL::
▪ INTROVERT; Ellenore is definitely quiet and usually keeps to herself, unless someone's asking for her opinion or she just doesn't like that person. While everyone's talking and acting like morons, she'll sit there, pretending to read or dig dirt from her stubby nails, but really, she's listening, zeroing in on the good stuff, she won't share it with anyone though.
▪ COLD; Some would classify this as bitter also, but, Ellenore tends to ignore people and she won't give in for anything, not even if she's getting the better half.
▪ STUBBORN; She's the type of person who won't budge from what she believes in. Say for example if someone was teasing her about her religion, and even though it hurts to hear those things that that person is saying, she won't stray from her beliefs. Also, if she doesn't believe you, no matter how many times you tell her and beg her to believe you, she won't. She'll just walk away and leave you there.
▪ STRONG; no, i'm not talking about her being strong the physical way, but the mental way. No matter how tough a situation is, she'll follow through to the end. In some sort, this would also mean she's loyal and determined which is basically a key toward being her friend.
▪ REAL; if you have this crazy idea that your telling her, she'll immediately pull you down through her words. she's not someone who believes in fairy tale loves stories, no matter how many couples she sees that seem to be perfect. she's also a person who is who they are, even if she does have some secrets. She'll be whoever she wants to be, no matter what people think of her.
▪ FUNNY; It's not like she tries to act silly, when around people she knows, and it's not on purpose which means something she does or says apparently makes them laugh. Yet, this could also come from her habit of repeating what someone says, that is beyond idiotic, and her dry sarcasm.
▪ BLUNT; Even if she's your best friend, someone who is loyal to you and respects you, and she sees that your attitude is a big out of character, she'll confront you and tell you how much that you've been acting like an ass these passed couple days. Saying those things come naturally to her meaning, your hurt expression won't bother her.
▪ COMPASSIONATE; Even though she appears to be a heartless pregnant dog, she really is nice once you get to know her. She really does care for her family and her friends, she just has a hard time showing that she cares.
▪ ADVENTUROUS; Sure, she's known to be quiet and a downer, but what happens when she's bored and with a friend? She'll think of things to do, things that are realistic. Maybe it's making her rounds around someplace or working out. It might not seem like the type of things most people are into, but she'll love every moment of it.
▪ PESSIMIST; Sure, there are these random times when she'll actually think on the brighter side, but, most of the time she's quite the downer.
MAMAJUSTKILLEDAMAN:: linda rene rogers, stay at home mother, forty three
DADDYSITSONTHEFRONTPORCHSWINGIN:: marcus leonard rogers, lawyer and business owner, forty eight
YOUDRIVEMECRAZY::
David Rogers ;; thirty ;; lawyer ;; eldest and favorite brother
Jason Rogers ;; twenty-nine ;; business owner ;; older brother
Michael Rogers ;; twenty-six ;; business owner ;; older brother
Andrew Rogers ;; twenty-two ;; medical student ;; older brother
Reagan Rogers ;; nineteen ;; student and in a band ;; twin sister
I'LLBETHEREFORYOU::
carla rogers ;; sixty eight ;; retired ;; grandma
LOVEWASMADEFORYOUANDME::other half
BACKIN99WATCHIN'MOVIESALLTHETIME:: hold on, let me think for a moment. hm, i'd have to say my best memory was when we got a dog.
THISPAINISJUSTTOOREAL:: my worst has to be when we moved out of the house and left texas.
SUMMERTIMEINNORTHERNMICHIGAN::
On a warm afternoon, two girls were born to the Rogers' family; Reagan Delilah and Ellenore Lilith. Honestly, when Ellenore turned the age of three, she finally realized that she had a twin sister - she had honestly thought that Reagan was just another baby that looked like her. Anyway, Ellenore always felt a connect with her mother thus spent the most time with her. Ellenore knew that Reagan was probably jealous, but, didn't think much of it because she had one of their brothers to take care of her. And being a girl, along with Reagan, you could possibly imagine the amounts of gifts, stacked against the wall, for the two. When it was time for the girl's birthday parties, Ellenore and Reagan blew out the cake at the same time and spent equal amount of time with each family member. Though, Elleanore was spotted with her mother most of the time and Reagan with their grandmother and David, but, still, they didn't seem to notice each other that day, just focusing one all the good stuff which was presents basically.
Unlike Reagan, who said David as her first word, Ellenore's was 'quack' because of the ducks squawking away in the nearby park's pond. And even though she said quack as her first word, their mother still paid the most attention and spent most of her time with her. That was when, Ellenore started noticed that mother would basically complain or nag on and on when her twin was around and that the relationship didn't have much of a connection as Ellenore's had. But still, what do you expect little Ellenore to do? go over there and talk her mother out? No, she just left it alone and thought nothing of it, maybe the two had an argument and they still were upset with each other. While Reagan went out and played with the boys and got grass stains on her new jeans, Ellenore was far too busy playing with her dolls in her bed room with creamy yellow walls.
Ellenore never was the rough and tumble kind of kid, she preferred to stick close to the house and watch her siblings mess around and beat each other up. But, as they got older, Ellenore started to shy away more often. She became this anxiety filled teenager that fretted over every last thing. Reagan tried to get Ellenore out more, she tried to get the girl to come with her and meet her friends, but Ellenore would always protest, stating that she had more important things to do than waist her time on a bunch of guys that probably thought she was weird. But, Ellenore had nothing to do, she never backed her excuses up, she often lied to her twin. Ellenore enjoyed reading and writing, spending time on the computer, her brain always coming up with new ideas and phrases, that was probably what made her odd.
When another birthday rolled around the corner, she, and her sister, had received a guitar. Ellenore tried to mess with it, but being impatient, she just gave up and thought she was just waisting her time on something that wouldn't work. But, when she saw how good Reagan had became, Ellenore felt something in the pit of her stomach; jealousy. since then, Ellenore tried to find things that she was good at; horse back riding, the drums, sports, ect. But, the more she tried, the more she became hopeless and started spending a lot more time in her room than with her own family. When their grandma passed away, Ellenore refused to come out of her room, pushing the bed against the door so no one could barge in. It wasn't like she was close to the woman, Reagan was probably taking it a lot harder than her, but the fact that her parents told them they were going to move, upset her deeply. She loved this house and wouldn't go without a fight.
Well, it turned out that Reagan nagged her into coming out and they moved to Boston, much to Ellenore's displeasure. There, the two started a new school and everything else, but Ellenore felt like she didn't fit in. A few months later, the girl turned to a deep depression and was slowly losing her sanity. Whens he finally threatened to kill herself in front of her parents and Reagan, she was admitted in a hospital and stayed there for several months. The hospital wasn't so bad, Ellenore met a few people that had the same problem as her; social anxiety, depression, and schizophrenia. When she finally went home, the household seemed to be quiet and the family had to catch themselves to make sure they didn't speak of her problems or disturb her.
One day, Ellenore was trying to play her guitar and make a tune to go with the lyrics to wrote, while in the hospital, when someone barged into her room and made her freak out. Ellenore ended up crying to the stranger, out of fear. The stranger seemed to be uncomfortable for a few moments while he consoled her, but after a while, he got her to calm down and he introduced himself. That was the day when Ellenore felt like everything was going to be alright. Turns out that the boy was part of Reagan's band, so, she saw him frequently. Soon, she finally took a step up and told him she had a crush on him, as fourth grade as that sounds. But, they soon got together and Ellenore couldn't be happier, until that one night Ellenore forgot to take her medication.
That one night, while everyone as asleep, she heard someone calling her name and being the curious girl she was, she followed the voice into the kitchen where it stopped for a moment. "How are you doing, my child?" The voice had spoke up again, startling Ellenore a little. And for a few moments, she had a conversation with the voice that she was hearing. The conversation was sweet and innocent, sounding like a grandma talking to her granddaughter, but when the voice grew rough and edgy, Ellenore became afraid, started to shake, and had a hard time breathing. That morning, Ellenore was found on the floor, her arm cut open by the knife that was on the counter. Luckily, her parents got her to the hospital just in time to save her life.
NAMEANDNICKNAME:: muze
HOWMANYCANDLES:: sixteen
f**kTHETIMEDIFFERENCE:: central
HOWLONGHAVEYOUBEENINTHEGAME?:: five to six years
CALLMEBEEPME?!:: pm
HOWDOESSHEKNOW:: this is a nice looking site =] and lordi
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Alright, you know when you get a nose bleed and it wakes you up? Well, this was what Dante was dealing with at that moment. He had risen from his bed, blood dripping from his nose, something he was used to but not fond of. So, he rushed toward the bathroom, hand cupped over his nose, probably caked in fresh liquid. and by that time, he quickly held a bushel of tissue under his nose, making sure to tilt his head backward, something his mother always used to order him to do when he had one of these. Sure, it's just a minor nose bleed right? the thing was pretty common, i mean, every one gets them. but, this time, Dante found himself waiting and waiting, still standing there with his tilted head backward and his brow furrowed in annoyance, getting ticked off with how long and heavy the flow was. It must have been at least ten or so minutes later when the blood stopped and he could finally look in the bathroom mirror on the wall, slightly disgusted to see red basically all over his nose and hands. Scowling, he washed up, deciding to start the day, i mean, he probably was going to have another one in a few hours, so why not just start the day and save himself? And that's what he did, he took a shower and got dressed. That was when he also got another nose bleed, this time it lasted a mere three minutes, a rarity compared to his usual ten minute ones. Once he was in a nice suit with the blazer open, he made himself some tea, his absolutely favorite liquid in the world. He lived off that stuff, basically it was all he drank - except some soda here and there, but he didn't really like the fizzy drink though. While he waited for the teapot - yes, he actually made tea the long way, he took his ferret, bella, out her cage and set her on the apartment cream carpet, where she edged away from him. Shaking his head, he then proceeded to grab a bag and dump the soiled paper into the plastic bag, making sure to tie and secure it so nothing would fall out. He then put some more newspaper in the cage, creating some sort of hut where the paper was sheltering the purple turtle, in the far right corner of the cage. And with a finishing touch, he put her water dish and food dish in the opposite corner, standing back to admire his work, something he did quite often.
With a soft sigh, he turned his head and looked about the floor, eying the corners to make sure there wasn't a white ferret anywhere, who was probably getting herself in a troublesome situation like she usually did. "bella, come here girl." Rolling his eyes when he found her, he slowly put her back in the cage, a somewhat quick situation which would usually take an hour or to just to catch her, but this time, she happened to see, or smell, the food therefore, waddling, or slinking, back into the cage. Grinned, he pat the ferret and then close the door to the cage, getting up and going on his daily routine. There, the kettle went off and he would poor himself some tea, finish it up while reading a newspaper - it only took a half hour, then he would check his watch - realizing that he was going to be late for whatever he had planned. But today, the man didn't do anything but laze about. First, he just lounged on the couch, clicking the remote every once in awhile, trying to see what movies were on. Second, he said his goodbyes to his ferret and exited his apartment, walking down the crowded sidewalk, his hands deep in his trouser pockets. He even stopped at some bakery and picked up a dozen sugar cookies, his guilty pleasure. And on his way to some store, a pet store caught his eye which made him change his direction, cross a busy street, and enter the store, a light 'ding' was heard as he opened the glass door. A lot of teenagers, mostly girls, were surrounding some sort of area in the corner, probably some animals ready to be picked up and taken home. Rolling his baby blues, he walked in the opposite direction, checking out the small animal toys. He saw squeaky toys, toys that jingled, plushies, rat treats and more. At first, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to buy, he was always hard at making decisions. But, at last, he chose some flavored biscuits for Bella and paid for them, casually walking out of the store.
Half way home, to his apartment, he remembered something, somewhere he was supposed to be in a short amount of time. Silently saying some colorful vocabulary, dante began picking up his pace, dodging the people who carelessly, and merciless, bumped into his shoulder, causing his two bags to fall out of his hands and onto the concrete. But, luckily, some old couple helped him pick the nuts up and he was on his way. Once he arrived at his apartment, he clicked open the door in haste, tossed his bags to the side, and rushed to his bed room to gather his supplied for the event that night, he couldn't remember what it was for. After gathering the supplies together and setting them by the door, he studied his appearance in the full length mirror on his bed room door with a frown, his hair was beyond it's usual appearance and his attire was sloppy, his shirt carrying a stain that was quite visible. With a scowl, something he did on a normal basis, he took off his shirt and threw it on his bed since he was already rummaging through his closet already. Not much than a few seconds later, he found a clean dress shirt and tossed it on, pulling his jacket on, fixing the clothes so it was comfortable. Nodding, to himself, he got his stuff in his car and was off, his breathing finally stabled. Once he got to the mall, he pushed through the crowd, his supplied occasionally hitting someone, but he kept moving without an apology which was something he rarely said, but whatever.
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notes • it took forever, but it's here D;
status • complete
words • 1070 D;
currently • blowing my nose
With a soft sigh, he turned his head and looked about the floor, eying the corners to make sure there wasn't a white ferret anywhere, who was probably getting herself in a troublesome situation like she usually did. "bella, come here girl." Rolling his eyes when he found her, he slowly put her back in the cage, a somewhat quick situation which would usually take an hour or to just to catch her, but this time, she happened to see, or smell, the food therefore, waddling, or slinking, back into the cage. Grinned, he pat the ferret and then close the door to the cage, getting up and going on his daily routine. There, the kettle went off and he would poor himself some tea, finish it up while reading a newspaper - it only took a half hour, then he would check his watch - realizing that he was going to be late for whatever he had planned. But today, the man didn't do anything but laze about. First, he just lounged on the couch, clicking the remote every once in awhile, trying to see what movies were on. Second, he said his goodbyes to his ferret and exited his apartment, walking down the crowded sidewalk, his hands deep in his trouser pockets. He even stopped at some bakery and picked up a dozen sugar cookies, his guilty pleasure. And on his way to some store, a pet store caught his eye which made him change his direction, cross a busy street, and enter the store, a light 'ding' was heard as he opened the glass door. A lot of teenagers, mostly girls, were surrounding some sort of area in the corner, probably some animals ready to be picked up and taken home. Rolling his baby blues, he walked in the opposite direction, checking out the small animal toys. He saw squeaky toys, toys that jingled, plushies, rat treats and more. At first, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to buy, he was always hard at making decisions. But, at last, he chose some flavored biscuits for Bella and paid for them, casually walking out of the store.
Half way home, to his apartment, he remembered something, somewhere he was supposed to be in a short amount of time. Silently saying some colorful vocabulary, dante began picking up his pace, dodging the people who carelessly, and merciless, bumped into his shoulder, causing his two bags to fall out of his hands and onto the concrete. But, luckily, some old couple helped him pick the nuts up and he was on his way. Once he arrived at his apartment, he clicked open the door in haste, tossed his bags to the side, and rushed to his bed room to gather his supplied for the event that night, he couldn't remember what it was for. After gathering the supplies together and setting them by the door, he studied his appearance in the full length mirror on his bed room door with a frown, his hair was beyond it's usual appearance and his attire was sloppy, his shirt carrying a stain that was quite visible. With a scowl, something he did on a normal basis, he took off his shirt and threw it on his bed since he was already rummaging through his closet already. Not much than a few seconds later, he found a clean dress shirt and tossed it on, pulling his jacket on, fixing the clothes so it was comfortable. Nodding, to himself, he got his stuff in his car and was off, his breathing finally stabled. Once he got to the mall, he pushed through the crowd, his supplied occasionally hitting someone, but he kept moving without an apology which was something he rarely said, but whatever.
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notes • it took forever, but it's here D;
status • complete
words • 1070 D;
currently • blowing my nose
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