Post by BAMBI HARLOW ELDRIDGE on Oct 31, 2011 6:55:30 GMT -5
BAMBI HARLOW ELDRIDGE. EIGHTEEN. NEUTRAL/MAID. TERESE TELGAGGARD.
personality
always having a cup of coffee in her hand, the young college girl is never not caffiented in some way. she begins her day with at least three cups of coffee actually leaving the house and continues on throughout the day, stopping by various cafes and coffee shops for random pick-me-ups. all the coffee does not make her anymore hyper, anymore friendly or anymore anything. she drinks it for the taste, never over adding any milk or sugar and stirring the blend together six times before brushing the length of the wooden stir stick on the rim and disposing of it properly. she is often silent when doing these, never pulling her phone from her pocket or chatting up the person next to her. whispering an occasional apology, it seems that the perfect recipe is needed in order for the drink to be satisfactory. people say that she is ninety nine percent caffeine and one percent water, an obvious exaggeration but it gets the point across that the girl is never seen without a coffee cup near her, half empty or full or the smell of coffee beans is not coming from her. a favorite smell of hers, bambi does not seem to mind that people stare at her like she has two heads as she finishes one cup and starts another. usually, she is too oblivious to even pick her head up from the book or the sketchbook that is resting on her lap.
growing up in a house with a single, young mother allowed bambi to have some freedom but she never managed to take advantage of it. missing out on much of the usual high school activities, the girl would have rather sat at home gossiping with her mother than going to one of the frivolous parties being thrown by her friends. opting to watch classics like casablanca over something like superbad, which she would be mocking terribly if it appeared on the guide was more her taste. she grew up in a primarily female house with role models from jane austen to patti smith. she will often pull these random pop cultural facts from somewhere in her head, pulling them out of thin air and resulting in a witty and most of the time sarcastic comment. living in a feminist house allowed bambi the chance to grow up with a perspective outside of the patriarchal society that we are forced to live in and because of that, bambi has taken a rather feminist approach to life. she is not an extremist and you will not find her out on the street with a pick fence sign with words that slant towards a bias but you will find her standing up for woman rights if a male is telling her she is not able to do something that she knows she can do. her mother never discouraged her from anything, always trying to keep positive and while that advice was good, bambi has developed a cynical attitude to certain things as well. she knows that her lack of athletic skills will never change and the chance of her out running someone even on the street is rather slim. bambi is also aware that living in two different worlds is difficult and often times so confusing for her that she will name real life people after characters in books often with personality traits that are similar to that said character.
some random quotes, in different moods:
"say goodbye to daisy miller", a reference from a book that bambi had picked up when she was a little younger. a random choice but the characters obviously stuck to her.
"you should get a DeLorean, like in Back to the Future.", a comeback to a friend speaking about a rather unfortunate incident that he or she would rather forget.
"..like judi dench..", when asked how something was being taken out of context, the reference was given to describe a complete lack of respect, obviously referring to a role that the actress once played.
"g-d! RuPaul doesn't need this much makeup!", a comment to her own mother about the amount of make-up that she carries with her, also used in a different context when speaking to a friend that looked, well like a whore.
"mom, this isn't amish country. usually boys and girls date alone. without their mother." despite how close that the mother and daughter are to each other, they do have spats. this was not a long one and her mother did scatter to do something random while bambi was able to have her date in the living room as per planned.
speaking of arguments, for the sake of arguments, bambi has those quite often with people. they are small spats, small tussle and then that's the end. she usually feels victorious in the end for her opponent is either so exhausted from trying to keep up or they simply just give up because they know it's pointless. the only person that had ever been able to keep up with her is the dazzling woman that she had received her name and her life's blood. arguing for the sake of arguing is sometimes a trait that bambi wishes she did not possess. often sparking up a healthy debate with a friend in order to file away at the boredom that eats away at her. pulling random facts out that no one usually sees coming, bambi is a fountain of cultural and knowledgeable facts about the everyday workings of our life. working hard through high school to get into a good school was something easily achieved and she graduated near the top of her class. her hard work had paid off immensely, but not without a few consequences. due to the fact that bambi is now an expected of a good grade, she takes it hard when she gets a bad one. having yet to receive that in her classes, bambi is not looking forward to the day that the red A that is usually written upon her papers will be downgraded to something less pleasing. a cup of coffee and a kick in the butt is usually how bambi deals with disappointment, trying not to let it get to her even though it does.
recording her day is a strange thing. people often question why the young girl is carrying around a marble college rule notebook as well as a sketchpad and usually three or four books in her hands or in a bag when she is just going to the store. organization. that's the keyword in this. a daily log is written down to remind bambi of what she did that day. things recorded down to the time that she woke up, ate breakfast, her cups of coffee throughout the day and the places that she went and why. they are usually quick notes, and ironically enough, are not usually organized in any kind of fashion. making sure that each day only takes up one day, the young girl tries not to cram too much into a day and usually ends it with a day of studying or watching a movie from her extensive collection. she has books for almost anything in her life from a cleaning schedule posted on the fridge to the goal book that she has had since she was nine, using it to try and push herself into finding out who she is. a question and a mystery that has bugged bambi since she was a young girl and a quest that she feels she has been on for far too long.
rolemodels are something that do not come easy to the artist. trying to find someone to look up to had always been a challenge as the person had let her down in one form or another. her mother and grandmother are unfailingly at the top of her list but the others are female success stories. someone like hilary clinton who pushed herself out from behind her husband's shadow to show that she was able to handle anything that a man could. bambi would call that inspiration and it would tie back into the whole feminist part of her. not that she does not have male role models as well, james dean's attitude always had a soft spot in bambi's head but his demise had kind of pushed him away from wanting to be like him. someone like ghandi would be more appropriate but she does not wish to be like him but more like by his sayings and his quotes.
books. this would be the second world. a rewarding and rich world that the young girl lives in and has since her first book, the cat and the hat. bambi believes that her mother planted that book in her room, wanting it to be her first because of the silly rhymes and the off reference that her mother has to thing 1 and thing 2. dirty none the less and always getting a chuckle out of bambi. humor is something she has, she knows a good prank and a good laugh and is not afraid to let it be known what she thinks. often comparing those that deserve an honorary title to those in the histories of pranking, joking and comedians. but that is not all that bambi has, a collection of books as well scatter. she has a dresser in her dorm dedicated to clothes and the other to books. books under her bed, and in her closet piled up in random organization systems that no one seems to understand by her. working at a bookstore turned out to be a dud as she was buying more books with money that she did not have. needless to say, that was a disappointment and she was terminated from the job just a few months into it.
organizational skills are important to the young girl and stepping into her room, peeking into her backpack or even looking into her friend's rooms after visiting them, there is always an air of organization. things have a proper place in her mind and when the item is in use, that item should be returned back to that proper place. her fridge is organized by food groups, her clothes by color and frequent usage such as pants and shirts being at the easiest places to reach where skirts and dresses are a little harder to get to. usually opting for something along the lines of a polo shirt and a snug pair of jeans, the young girl has everything in a place. things can not be out of place or it will bug her, even a book. she has been diagnosed with ocd but it's not as bad as it sounds. she does not color code leaves when raking or anything, she is just a perfectionist.
bambi enjoys her job for the exact reason above; organization. her family is not the most richest of families and therefore, she has to pitch in from to time for her tutiton. she works in two jobs but her first would be a maid. she cleans people's houses, not in a ridiculous scandalous outfit or anything she just wants that to be known. she is not a girl from show girls or a stripper, or a tease. she is just working to pay off her tuition, moving on now. her second job is not really a job, sometimes people will pay her for it but on occasion, it's more of a hobby. she will sit in the park, on a bench or bring her own little stool and draw. she will sit for hours and hours and draw whatever is in sight or whoever is in sight that catches her attention. it's almost as though she falls into her own world as soon as a pencil is in her hand and a sketchbook is placed in front of her. a simple shake of her shoulder will break her out of that trance but most of the time, verbal communication is not really an option for the young girl when she is in her "drawing zone". "i'm no pablo picasso, not that i would draw a woman with seven or eight breasts coming out of her head, but i would like to think that i have some talent. originality in my works, but i don't go as simple as monet. water lilies floating down a small river is not my cup of tea either. speaking of tea, well coffee actually, i need to go grab myself another. excuse me."
oh yes, bambi has manners. strange to think that a young growing up with such freedom and a single mother that gave her influences such as people that have spoken out out of turn or someone such as james dean who would flip the world off with his attitude would have such manners. please and thank yous are usually given rather quickly but with the speed that the girl talks, sometimes they are missed. this is where bambi feels she has earned her name, a more gentle side of her that comes out at the oddest of times. she is a friendly girl, but she would not be the first to initiate a conversation unless that conversation would involve for the person to turn their head to keep the lighting right.
when life gets her down, bambi almost seems to shut down on everyone around her. she gets discouraged easily and she takes people's words and criticisms to heart. it's hard to not to say something about her that will not offend her and bambi seems like she is fine with everything and appears to let the words roll off her back but in reality, they stick in her mind. they float around her head, judging her over and over again and whenever she is about to do whatever she was criticized for, a slight hesitation will come into play. things like writing, sports, playing instruments. one wrong word and usually drops it at least for a little bit until her courage can be rebuilt and her self-esteem reaches back to the moderate level. once that occurs, she is back to her normal bubbly self. family and very close friends are the only ones that really notice this part about her. acquaintances and close friends will just believe that she is having an off day and not that she was discouraged in anyway.
history
there are bits and pieces of bambi's past that are confusing and complex and things she doesn't really talk about. her father and mother are not a touchy subject and even though she was conceived and brought into the world out of wedlock, bambi has no shame in that part of her past. boys yes, a slight spice girls phase yes and little snippets that involve believing the the gnomes in her neighbors' yards were real and that the weeping willow in the backyard needed cheering and a few other minor setbacks in the young girl's life.
the parents: a drunken mistake that occurred when her mother, catherine was given the keys to the house when her parents went away on a business trip.
stumbling into the door, catherine swung her arms into the aria and grinned, giving a graceful curtsey as she had been taught many years prior. chuckling, she turned around to face the boy that was shutting the door, mom are you home!? she called out while reaching for the young's boy hand while leading him into the living room. the echo died out in the foyer and no response was given to her. okay, i'm taking my backpack off..., performing the action and letting it dangle from her free hand, taking my backpack off and dropping it on the floor.., an act that her mother would have despised and aside from the clunk and the laughter coming from the boy next to her, there was silence. grinning, she turned to face the boy, giving him a coy smile and a shrug of her shoulders, seems we are all alone.. moving onto her toes, she brushed her lips against his, dropping his hand and turning on her heel before they could go any further. how about a toast to no more finals., the junior year had just ended and their last final of the year was only a few hours behind them. here here! catherine shouted into the air, listening to the drink options as he named off the most expensive booze that was on their drink cart sitting by the doorway. rum, vodka or scotch?, a chuckle resulting in the young girl's answer as she settled down on the couch. so no mother, no father.., speaking softly while kicking off her black and white tennis shoes; a part of her uniform. no maid?, asked the boy while handing her the drink. well no hayden, no maid, she touched the crystal duck., taking a sip of the mixed drink. my g-d, is she insane? he asked with a grin, moving his arm to wrap around her shoulders. apparently so. smooth drink making skills by the way., placing the glass on the table and letting her head roll onto his shoulder, her eyes closing as she the day finally caught up to her. his lips moved down her cheek, opening one eye, she glanced up at him what are you thinking mr. donovan?, her answer was giving as their lips met and the passion exalted as their bodies melted into one. their shirts starting to come off along with their uniformed bottoms and in that one act of passion; their lives changed.
it was even worse when bambi's grandparents found about the pregnancy, this was a moment that catherine had been dreading. sitting on the staircase level, waiting for their fates to be sealed by their parents. it was not the picture that catherine had in her head. in a world like the one that catherine grew up in, social stability and social gatherings made their statuses and the elridge's had a high standing one. she was seventeen, pregnant, and her parents could not have been more upset. his parents were. bright futures had been set for the two of them and now it was all going to hell on a simple mistake.
how much longer can i just here and listen to this?, addressing herself more so than the boy that was sitting beside her. taking a glance in hayden's direction, she could see the worry etched on his face, marriage, a job with your dad? it doesn't sound terrible. i can't finish school and this gives me a chance to be something.. catherine could see the truth on his face. fear. it was the same one that was rising in her eyes, with a shake of her head, she protested every piece of the plan that she was hearing. no... she muttered harshly, looking to the shadows moving across the living room. they did not hear or even notice the two teenagers, well let's not sit here all evening, why don't we hear what the kids have to say, cat, hayden, anything to add to this?. the tone was mimicking those of the adults that were downstairs, her hand resting over the small bump that had already formed due to the life that was beginning. it doesn't sound bad cat. it sounds okay. it sounds like a good plan. we don't know what to do an there it was, the truth that catherine did not want to hear. they needed their parents help as much as she did not wish to admit it, the guidance from her parents was needed. sighing, she tilted her head back and let it rest against the wall while she tried to gather her thoughts while listening to hayden's voice telling her not to worry and listening to the adults' voices telling her everything exactly what her life was going to be like now.
the months passed by and bambi grew larger, kicking and alive with little to no complications in her development. her mother listened to music, putting headphones to her growing belly to let bambi listen to nena, thompson twins, acdc and other large musical influences that bambi brings up to date now. this was the moment that the two of them started to bond and it appeared that they would be inseparable, quite literally. however, the day came and catherine ended up in the hospital by herself, wishing to cause the nurse pain as bambi's entrance to the world was causing her a massive stomachache.
can i bite you? scratch you or pull your hair in any way? she begged the nurse while her fingers were gripping the side of the bed as they moved through the hospital hallways toward the delivery room. with no cellpones being invented yet, the only way that catherine had any form of contact was by payphone and there was not even time for that. she could hear her mother's voice coming down the hallway and she winced, with a small owowowowow. with every contraction that came in waves. you're giving birth catherine rose eldridge, you do not just leave the house like that. you say "mom, i'm going to have a baby, will you drive me to the damn hospital!" as a mother, one of my rights is to drive my daughter to the hospital when she is about to give birth!. despite the pain that was growing, catherine was able to get out a final sarcastic comment in the nurse's direction, can i punch her!?, the double doors closing behind her and even with her eyes closed, catherine could feel her mother's disappointing look as she was wheeled into the delivery room.
few hours later, hayden had been called by bambi's grandmother; cecelia and the two of them were staring at the little girl that was trying to manevour her way out of the pink pillow that she was wrapped in. catherine says it was because she never does what she doesn't want to do but bambi says it was because she was too hot and that thing was itching her skin. both stories are extremely farfetched but that's the mother-daughter relationship that they had.
she's...pretty...pink., the young father was a at a loss for words while he tried to figure out how to describe the daughter that he had been waiting to come into the world. his eyes narrowed as he read the name, snorting and turning to look down at his then fiance. bambi? why did you name her after a deer?, catherine's eyes never left her daughter's as she simply answered she's perfect., her eyes watering for a moment ignoring the dulling pain that was in her stomach from the pushing. a hard birth, a lonely one but worth it. without blinking, she jetted her elbow backwards, hitting hayden in the stomach, bambi because the deer was gentle, sweet...and it was what i was watching when the first contraction came., hayden just chuckling as a response as he placed a hand on her shoulder, trying not to cause her anymore pain than childbirth. got the kid. let's plan the wedding. and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, her answer held hesitation in it but she gave a nod, yea...guess so.
"well that's the story of me. short sweet and basically to the point. the relationship between my mother and my grandmother never got better and the one between my mother and my father was shattered and rebuilt quite quickly. my mother never graduated from high school but in the end, when i was hitting that horrid teenage year gap between pre-teen and teenager. the one where you hide the lame things about your tastes like enjoying singing macy gray in your room, she did go back to school during the gap. she runs a hotel now, a banquet manager just outside of bluewater but we did not come here originally. maine was the original location. it was just a few hours away from my grandparents and from the house that my mother had grown up in. we lived in a shed thing for a while on a sweet, elderly lady's property. her name was mialine but i was much to young to say my own name, let alone hers and her name stuck forever as mimi. my mother and i never separated, we hardly fought and even though she did play the mommy card that she kept in her back right pocket. oh why her right? her left had the hello kitty encrusted cellphone in it. anyway, she pulled it out a lot more times than you would think and there were times that we fought a lot more than people know. in the end though, she had control of the poptarts and i had to listen to her if i wanted breakfast, or a ride to school.
i was no emily post but i was brought up well enough to know manners and right from wrong. i imparted my wisdom on the few friends that i had, my books being more of a companion than people. i read hundreds of books as i was growing up. i finished off nancy drew and the first book of the fall of the roman empire in the same year. my tastes grew and so did my love of school and knowledge. i hated to be late, and i never am and actually i'm usually early now for dates, classes, meetings. the first to arrive and the last to leave. the proper way of doing things. my cleaning habits have crossed into my job as i am not at college and i need tuition. my family is not dirt poor but i would rather work for the money honestly than go grovelling to my grandparents for it. they live in town too, a very large house that you really can't miss. they moved after us, finding the location to be just "darling" the last time that they came for a visit. next thing you know, a moving truck was in front of a mansion and the for sale sign was pulled from the ground. i try not to let it bother me, though i know it bothers my mother and my grandmother.
they are not on the best of speaking terms but i can't help that. i was not old enough to tell my mother "no no, let's stay in the emily post house and not runway to a small town to raise me in". if i was old enough, well i probably wouldnt have declined my mother's offer if she had asked me. now, it's over. it's done with and i can't hop into a time machine and turn back time to when my mother was young and naive and just left. i think things turned out okay, i know i did...i think. did i not turn out okay? i try and listen to the rules, i hardly say no to anything, i'm organized and neat, punctual, cultured. what more could you ask for in a ravishing young lady? i had a coming out party, per my grandparent's request which ended in disaster but i can't exactly help that, i was too busy being twirled around the dance floor by my escort. i went to private school in maine and did two years at orchid academy, i'm starting a prestigious college and i am driven, smart, and any other positive attribute that can relate to those. my mother is my best friend and my worst enemy. we bicker constantly, joking around with one another but that conversation can always go into a crashing halt as we are too similar. she should have named me catherine and died my hair brunette. i have my father's hair color but her blue eyes. i'm a walking aryan poster child. that's how alike we are. i do see my dad and he was there while i was growing up as my mother never cut ties with him at least when it came to me but they had their own little spats. we are a family nevertheless. spiteful, vindictive and sensitive and the most important feature, apart but it's not like i can help that in anyway. i'm just the child, they are the adults."
out of character information
What do you go by?
haleyzar
How old are you?
oold
How long have you been doing this?
dinos
What timezone are you in?
eastern
How can we reach you?
pm/msn/aim
Who else have you got?
jackson trey winston, ares apollo, andreou, lena demi rousseau
Canon or Original?
original
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