MCNALLY, elaria jay.

[bek]

ELARIA JAY MCNALLY
They will see us waving from such great heights "come down now" they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away, "come down now" but we'll stay.

NICKNAMES: Ella, Lark.
GENDER: Female.
ANIMAL: Wolf.
SEXUALITY: Straight.
AGE: Seventeen.
GRADE: Junior.
OCCUPATION: Waitress.
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Well, i guess i'll just make it easy and give you a list of the things i like, followed by a list of the things i don't like. Simply because, if there is one thing i don't like it's when people use words unesessarily.

So, what i like: rain, music (classical, punk, with a bit of metal on the side), biology, literature (but classic literature, not crap stuff), lamb, rice, hail, the colour orange, people that can sing, musicians in general, confident people, roses, white lily's, guitar, crows, snow, winter i guess, money (but not too much), cooking, dancing, mythology.

That wasn't everything, but it's a start. Now, the things that i don't like include: being shy (even though i am), ignorance, alcohol, sunshine, crowds, rap, apples, the colour purple, coke, rude people, bullies, the fact i can't sing, summer, children, organs (as in the music sort), maths, religion, grapefruit, waitressing, the fact that this list is longer than the 'likes' one.

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

I guess the first thing that you need to know about me is that i am very shy. It is to the extent where, if you don't know me, it is painful talking to me. It's not that i don't like to talk to people, i honestly want to, it is just i cannot. I am very smart (don't tell me i'm being boastful, you asked for the truth) however, this is only in science, music and french. Oddly enough, i'm terrible at english, i don't know how that happened. I speak two languages fluently; Romanian and English, i also speak French quite well, although i am still learning that. I love language, even i if i am not very good at it. I'm quite an optimistic person, considering what has happened to me but i am not so optimistic that i cannot face reality. I'm a realistic person as well, i can handle the truth.

I am an independent person, having been alone since i was fifteen means i know how to look after myself. That does not really mean i enjoy it, but i am able to do it. Dancing is a way i get rid of problems, i'm not very good at explaining my emotions or talking about them at all, so i dance to get it all out. I don't know what i would do without it. In all honesty, i'm actually a very friendly person, people just never take the time to figure that out because of how shy i am. I'm a hardworker and i don't leave things to the last minute, i freak out if i think i'm going to be late to anything. I'm loyal if people stick around to find out. I'm fast - i guess that's the wolf in me. I lack a 'pack instinct' though, i'd like to have one but i just don't think it's in me. I have however, inherited the 'mate for life' part of the wolf, i have never had a boyfriend, i'm not sure if i'd be able to with somebody i don't like, or love.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

I can tell you a few secrets. One is embarrassing, one just is, and the last is something i try to never let anybody know. So you're in for a fun ride here, i guess. Number one; i cannot control my shift. That is why i am still doing Full Transformation at a junior level; my shift is highly connected to my emotions which means i shift sporadicly. Even freshmen change better than i do. I also cannot change on command sometimes. I've been told by instructors it is because my 'inner self' is all out of wack, but i have no idea how to change that. Number two; I am a virgin. Not really something of interest, but apparently that is a strange thing in this day and age. Number three; When i was fifteen, my parents died in a car crash. They were essentially broke and left me with nothing to go on. Few people know, i keep myself low key, and they weren't very well known or important. It's just not something that i bring up.. I got into this school on a scolarship for my science and language ability. I've lived with my aunt since the crash. You wouldn't think it's that bad, i'm alone most of the time because she has issues with alcohol. She was my mum's sister, they were quite close. So i guess that gives her an excuse. I forge most of her signatures to keep her out of trouble, i don't want more family to be split apart. I work most days after school just so i can get by. I don't know why i haven't told anyone, it seems i personal i guess. And, i don't really have anyone to tell.

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OOC

YOUR NAME: Bek.
YOUR GENDER: Female.
FACE CLAIM: Zooey Deschanel.
RP EXAMPLE:

This is my first week sober since i can remember. Since i was about sixteen. Even younger, maybe. I don't know. It's hard, it hurts. I don't think i've ever felt weaker in my life, i shake and i vomit. Can it still be said that i feel better than before? Yes. I think it can. Despite everything i feel better. Physically, anyway. And that's a start. This note is for nobody, goodbye.

As soon as it was completed, the girl stood from the seat she had comandeered in the coffee shop and scrunched the note into a ball. Walking to the nearest bin, she tossed it inside, it was over, she didn't even know why she wrote that note to begin with. Who was she writing to? Who cared enough to read it with a critical eye. Ah, that was the answer she both yearned for and feared, nobody. That was ok, she did not mind lonliness, it certainly had its perks but often she could not decide if the perks matched up to the cons, sometimes it seemed to drag at her. Again, she could deal with it, she'd suffered through worse. Life could hardly become a bigger struggle.

Settling back in her seat she sipped at the tasteless coffee, it was bland, with no sugar to sweeten the taste. Normally she did not even drink coffee, she had no idea why she was starting now. The taste was not entirely unpleasant and it could even be considered appetizing, if one liked the taste. The real reason that she came here today was for the warmth and for the smell of the coffee, both things calmed her, it had become a habit for her this week. Since she'd decided to try and quit, to break the habit, it wasn't easy and she knew that she would probably fail and resort to her old habits. At least she could say that she tried, which was more than what could be said for others.

Nessa had not been home since the night she'd seen Kaleb. Over and over she had tried to convince herself it had been a horrible nightmare but that didn't explain everything, couldn't explain everything. She slept wherever she could find these days, sometimes at the headquarters, sometimes in public libraries and sometimes on the street. It wasn't as if she was homeless, she still carried her laptop with her, stealing the money she needed to live and get food. It was a protective mechanism. In a way it made sense to her; she had been found in a home that nobody knew anything about, so in order to remain incognito she would not have a home. To her disordered mind it made enough sense for her to continue.

Stirring the coffee pointlessly with the silver teaspoon she wondered at the futility of her life, she wondered at the fact that she had not yet killed herself. She had her family murdered, she'd been kidnapped, homeless, raped, been a junkie, killed. How had all that not impacted her to the extent that she would kill herself? Perhaps it was because she was apathetic about what happened to her - certainly it would seem that she did not care. But it was, nevertheless, something to wonder about. In more than a week she had severed contact with everyone she'd ever spoken to, she'd run - metaphorically - from everything and settled into an entirely new routine. Of course, she still sent in information on wolves for Atrum, but she never actually went to the headquarters. Being trapped with only her head for company was slowly turning her more crazy than she already was.

A sigh escaped her throat, followed by a laugh that was not all contempt. She drained the last of the coffee, repressing her epression of disgust as she signalled towards the waiter. "I'll have another, maybe with sugar this time." Oh yeah, it was time for some changes. Not just in her coffee schedule.

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