Post by ELLIOT CHASE BISHOP on Oct 31, 2011 1:37:52 GMT -5
ELLIOT CHASE BISHOP. EIGHTEEN. GREASER/WAITER. GEN HUISMANS.
personality
never trust good looking boys.
' ellie is attractive, and that's all there is to it. was attractive, whatever. it's not like he's dead, but because he's not at fairview any more, i suppose we just treat him like he is. ever since he left, you know. some people remember him, like me, but i suppose that's because i dated him. others don't know him at all. he kinda looks like a movie-star, all blonde with the blue eyes, and a fucking giant at that. height wise, i mean ... i remember him for his smile though. it was slightly goofy at times, but it made his eyes crinkle with happiness. he was just a happy kid. acted like there was nothing in the world that could bring him down. sometimes he had his dark moments, but he could usually shrug them off... unless if it was when he was really pissed. he might be a skinny, little thing, but watch out when his fists start flying... ' - ex-girlfriend
' the moose? pretty good guy. he was a bit of a hopeless romantic though. the last girl he dated, shattered him. she said she felt bad for months afterwards because she could always see the way his face fell whenever she entered the room. he's kinda smart, kinda not. did the work when he had to, didn't when he didn't. a lot of the girls liked him because he's like a big puppy, and the occasional one would get a crush on him. except, when he starts liking someone, it's pretty obvious that it's not going to work out the way he wants... he gets attached too easily, and then torn to bits when it ends... even though he had friends in school, you could tell that they weren't that important to him. his gang, from outside of school, is where his loyalty lays. they're pretty cool when they're all together, but the cops hate them... he doesn't do much illegal stuff, 'cause he's kinda like a peace-keeper. y'know, keeping his nose clean... ' - random friend
smiles are the best way to hide things.
' the bishop kid? gold. you should see the kid run. once you can get his attention for long enough, he's off like a bullet. when he was enrolled here, we put him into whichever sporting teams we could - soccer to swimming, he did it all. the kid was a team player, y'know. you get those wise asses that only do shit for themselves, but he was always ready to pass the ball... he was pretty useful for when the teams would fight with the opposition, because he was pretty good at talking everyone down... had a way with words, but he said that sport was his favourite subject. damn straight... ' - ex-coach
' elliot bishop... he was pretty average. the only thing that was different about him was the group that he hung out with, but that was about it. during class he'd crack his share of jokes, but you could tell that he was listening - to some extent. he wasn't really good at maths... i often caught him doodling or simply staring out the window. marks wise, average yet again. academically, he was inconspicious. his younger brother, beau, on the other hand, is very intelligent. he looks like a dreamer, but hell, if you didn't know that those boys weren't related, you'd think they were. exact opposites of each other, but similar in a way... close too. ' - ex-maths teacher
' elliot bishop quit school, or that was what he told me. i could never get an absolutely straight reason out of his older brother, but it was during a fit of anger that elliot told me that he was dropping out to support his family. it's a pity, really. although he wasn't the cream of the crop, elliot had potential in a sporting career. however, when i inquired what he would be doing with himself in the future, he simply grinned toothily and replied that he would be a professional waiter down on the main street. i couldn't stop him, however. his brother is his legal guardian, so if that's what he wants to do, then so be it. i can't help but to think of the time wasted, however... at least his younger brother is still in school... ' - ex-principal
kick a dog, and he'll lick your feet.
' ellie? what's there to not love about him? despite the fact that he's constantly complaining about his job, you can tell he's into it. who wouldn't be? all those ladies giving him tips... the boss says that he's there for visual effect, if anything. people see him with his colgate smile and just want to buy anything. i think that's bullshit, but i guess he deserves employee of the month three times running. that and he makes a fucking amazing fried egg... y'know, cuts the hole into the bread and then fries the egg in it. apart from that, he's pretty nondescript. funny, i guess, but i've heard guys that are funnier. i don't reckon i'd be his friend outside of work, really. he has this group that he hangs out with... sometimes they come into the restaurant, and occasionally they can sit around. usually the boss shoos them out... i wouldn't pin ellie as the sort to hang out with troublemakers. ' - fellow waiter
' ah, the moose. the nickname doesn't do the kid justice. if anything, we call him hermes down here. feet with wings on them, i swear. that kid's got impeccable balance. you can pile dishes up to his forehead, and he'll run around without dropping one - or falling over for that matter. i know that he seriously needs the job, 'cause he's helping out his family and all that, so i give him extra hours. he's one of the more experienced kids, so i gave him the unofficial title of being 'head waiter'. he has enough responsibility, so, why not? i know that outside of the place, he's come into trouble due to the other kids he hangs out with, but i'd be willing to stick up for the guy. plus, he brings in all those old ladies who just need someone to smile at them... creepy, but it keeps the place open. ' - boss
take everything with a grain of salt.
' elliot chase bishop... there's only one or two mentions of him here. he hangs out with the group that's been popping up around the neighbourhood as of late... they call themselves the outsiders. half of the kids in that group are responsible for some petty crime, but elliot, not so much. he's come down to the station on the odd occasion for brawling, as well as being an accomplice or accessory to a crime, but he's never actively instigated. he's a smart kid, but i don't reckon he's got much of a future. what, working down at a restaurant? what kind of loser does that? i don't reckon he's going to get into college either... hopefully he doesn't end up too far over on the wrong side of the law, though. if he does, i'll be there to help him to juvie. damned if those pricks cause any more trouble in our town ... ' - police officer
get lost so you can get found.
who, me? i'm elliot bishop. i have two brothers, beau and theo. i just turned eighteen, and i work down at the italian place off main road - full time. yeah, i don't go to school. i dropped out 'cause i needed to help out my brothers. i don't mind. i wasn't all that good at school any ways. my life is firmly outside of the place - you know, my family and my friends. my friends are pretty important to me. we make up the group called the outsiders, but, i gotta say, i'm the most normal out of all of them. some people can't believe that i even associate with them, but you know, they're my family too. they're all i've got, y'know. i prefer to be outside of school if it means that i'm hanging around with the gang, or with my brothers. i can't say that theo and beau get along all that well, and that really gets on my nerves. i'm the peace-maker, not only in the family, but in the group. it's like my official title. everyone knows that i'm laid back, and i've got my head screwed on a little more proper. we need each other, we do. not just beau, theo and me, but the outsiders too. where would i be without them?
history
elliot chase bishop was born to a pair of rather inconspicious people, who went by the oh-so average names of jane and edward bishop. the pair, who had the usual boring desk jobs, had had a child prior to elliot, whom they had called theodore. the family was not necessary well off, but they weren't in poverty. they lived in a fairly nondescript house on a fairly nondescript street, in the state of michigan. initally, theo and elliot didn't get along as well as other brothers of their respective ages would of. they bickered, and constantly caused their parents grief due to their fairly un-average ways of going about things. it was only after the death of mr and mrs. bishop that theo and elliot were driven together. following this unfortunate event, the two brothers became almost inseperable. theo, who gave off the impression of being cold and pushy, became the legal guardian of elliot, however it was through much hardship that they got any where.
fast forward to the outsiders, a group that, at the time, fifteen year old elliot had instantly been drawn to. despite being extremely different to the rough kids, elliot fit right in. it was here that he met fourteen year old beau underwood. to begin with, beau and himself were just friends, but eventually that morphed into a bestfriend-hood. as beau hung out a lot at the bishop's household, theo eventually adopted him after he had learnt that beau was without a home. it was at this point that elliot considered dropping out of school in order to help his family. although he had some potential as a sports star, due to his unwavering loyalty, he decided to put his family ahead of his future. theo, however, was adamant that elliot should stay in school for as long as he could, as he knew that an education was important in the real world.
although elliot didn't engage in as much crime as the other boys did, he was accessory enough to these that he had his own various run-ins with the law. as he was particularly protective over his brothers and his friends, elliot would often end up overnight at the station for engaging in brawls. it was only after the unfortunate incident with the rocket and the building that the chance of seriously screwing up loomed on the horizon. even though elliot was not directly involved, a push could become a shove resulting in the entire group getting into trouble. elliot and beau managed to convince theo to allow them to move away from michigan, resulting in the three ending up in bluewater. initially, elliot was enrolled into fairview, but it was only after one year that he finally dropped out in order to work full time as a waiter.
currently he works full day shifts as often as he can, and lives with his two brothers in a fairly shabby house downtown. the group is still split, but there has been a rumour that other members of the outsiders have been appearing in tulsa, namingly, jackson. although the group blames jackson for the building incident, elliot is ready to forgive - providing that neither of his brothers come close to reprimand again.
out of character information
What do you go by? thirteen.
How old are you? seventeen.
How long have you been doing this? a while c;
What timezone are you in? +10 australian eastern standard.
How can we reach you? pm, msn (horse_dreamer@hotmail.com), aim (xiiitheunicorn).
Who else have you got? daphne camille minette.
Canon or Original? canon - sodapop.
Care to show off your skills?the twisted hem of mickey's shirt, which at this point of time adorned her frame, was now a knot of fabric, kneaded at repetitively by restless fingers. the fact that he had not moved once since she had begun her assault worried her slightly, and she reached across with trembling fingers to check his pulse. tilting her head, arista first had to figure out from which point the beating of his heart would be most audible. she had never paid attention to any of her science classes, let alone anything else vaguely academic, so anatomy baffled her. seeing as she could not locate the main vein, arista immediately flew into a hung-over panic. supposing he was dead? what on earth had she done to him that had resulted in his early demise? story often made jokes about the predatory nature of her... girly bits, but it had never occurred to arista that the rumours might be true. as the more pessimistic and negative side of her reared its ugly head, the female in question curled up on herself, lip quivering dangerously. she was in fact bi-polar, but with the use of meds and a general "happy-go-lucky" attitude, arista found it rather easy to remain optimistic. however there were times when the slightest thing set her off, and right now that was one of those times.
tears teetering dangerously on the edges of her eyelids, the female whimpered, crawling slightly closer to mickey. despite the fact that she was now basically sitting on him, the rise and fall of his chest as well as his body warmth were two supposedly "minor" aspects to his persona that she didn't notice. she would have to plan his funeral. how would she tell his bike that its beloved master would no longer be needing its services? how would she tell iago that he had no father any longer? would she have to adopt iago? would that not be incestuous, however, as the turtle had an obvious crush on her llama? was incest illegal in this state? what if they wanted to get married? she couldn't be a single mother. no, she was too young. story might help her, but ultimately that was more children than she could look after. a strange groan resounded which may of been yet another wave of nausea making its presence known, or perhaps the still processing realization of what had happened. in the sudden hurricane of her thoughts, not only did her head tighten from abrupt useage, but she also began crying in earnest. crouching on the spot, arista reached over to poke his side. "damn it, mouse, we were supposed to be forever! you can't do this to me!" it was at that precise moment that the corpse opened his eyes in shockingly slow manner, one that did not have arista sighing in relief but rather had her nearly falling off the bed again, careering backwards with a short, yet sharp, yelp. "what in god's..."
supposing that the corpse knew her name, and the fact that it was moving in a rather disconcerting manner, arista thought that perhaps he wasn't dead. eyes narrowed, however, she looked around wildly for some sort of crucifix or anything to make sure that she wasn't in fact sitting next to a zombie. poking his face yet again, she pinched the spot, looking at him critically. "are you alive or are you dead?" that as probably the best way to go about questioning the mickey-corpse that was now sitting before her. taking her fingers off his face as if she had been stung within that same sentence, arista peered at him over her hand which now covered her mouth. a part of her knew that ultimately the male would sort everything out. he was the brain out of the amigos - the one who got them out of trouble as legally as possible. however, using that same logic, that is, mickey being an amigo, arista shouldn't be feeling this bad about sleeping with him. hell, she was on the strongest birth control possible just because mary kate and ashley, her ovaries, had a magnetic attraction to story. she had made out with nate, despite all of the laughter that that action had resulted in. it was because mickey was on some sort of pedestal before her that this was so strange. the fact that there was some sort of emotion rousing its sleepy self, awakened by drink and drug fuelled events.
lost in her thoughts despite the throbbing of her head, arista curled her legs before her, sitting right at the foot of the bed and staring at mickey, albeit unseeingly. as his voice broke through the stillness of what she believed to be the morning air, although it could be the afternoon, she lifted her head, tears sluggishly making their way down her cheeks. "oh that's good." arista's voice was a half sob as she hiccuped her reply, lips twitching into the barest of smiles as he bunched the covers around himself. although, it wasn't as if she could remember anything about him from the night before, so she supposed it made sense. watching his fingers meet his temple, the girl shrugged. it was my party. "it should've been enjoyable..." trailing off, arista mindlessly began drawing patterns on the bedsheet beneath her, half listening to him but instead staring off in a daze at the spot above his head. a part of her ultimately felt guilty for the whole thing. in her mind, mickey would never instigate a kiss let alone sleeping with her. it was clearly all her idea, and she, in the process, had dragged him down with her. mickey had the innocent demeanour of a child, and in a way, arista felt as if she had corrupted him. she had single handedly ruined their relationship and had, in the same movement, dragged it through the dust.
how could she even face him after today? facial features contorted as she thought of the startling repercussions, arista sank further into herself. she couldn't imagine the awkward silences and the sidelong glances, the gradual drifting apart... sniffling past her tears that had increased fervently, arista found herself imagining his life without her. find some pretty academic girl that had just gotten her braces off and was majoring in politics, wearing her hair in a braid down her back. the bump in the corridor and the knocking of heads as they bent to pick up their books. the blooming friendship and the awkward first date, the fumbling first kiss in the dark... whimpering, she lifted a hand to wipe her eyes. no, she would not allow it. however this was more than just a friend looking out for a friend. she could no longer successfully filter the women that he had any relations with under the pretences that she was only looking out for his best interests. anything after today would appear to be a jealousy fuelled act. eyes drifting from the point above his head that she had been staring at fixedly for the past couple of minutes, arista licked her lips, searching for words. instead of an excellent closing statement or even something to make light of the situation, she blurted out an apology. "i'm sorry". twisting his shirt between her fingers again, she looked down, an action oddly foreign on her disposition. "i didn't mean to... or maybe i did. i don't know... i mean i know you wouldn't have meant to because you're purer than virgin mary but before she somehow got pregnant. not that you're a woman, i know that you're not. i mean, before last night i knew that. but um i know for sure now... that you're not..."
writhing in her own awkwardness, arista looked back up at him, eyes slanted balefully in misery. "i'm so, so, so sorry mickey. i ruined everything, didn't i? i'm sorry. i just... i don't..." biting on her bottom lip to prevent a consequent wail, arista shook her head, abruptly sliding off the bed and looking around for the remaining artifacts of her clothing. locating a neon orange heel from where she had fallen on it previously, the girl looked everywhere apart from directly at mickey. eventually locating every item of her clothing, including the pink bow that had adorned her hair at some point of time, arista paused, looking down at his shirt which was still on her. her own mickey mouse top was drooping from her fingers, but she simply swayed on the spot, smoothing the hem of the shirt with her fingertips. half of her wanted to run screaming for the hills but that wouldn't solve anything. the other half of her really just needed a hug and someone to tell her that everything would be okay. ten points to gryffindor if that person was mickey himself, but story would do too. however, she couldn't move from her position in the middle of his bedroom, back facing the bed. a strangled giggle escaped her lips. "i think i need counselling..."
