ELIZABETH VICTORIA EVERINGTON

[Elizabeth Everington]

HELLO MY NAME IS ELIZABETH VICTORIA EVERINGHAM AND I AM 14 YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN BEING AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON 3/8/1871 IN ENGLAND. MY NATIONALITY IS ENGLISH/BRITISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE LINDSEY WIXSON. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM A GENIUS, LACKING SOCIAL SKILLS, AND QUIET. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY ELLIE.

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As Leonardo de Caprio drifted off into the icy waters of the Atlantic ocean, his dramatic exit courtesy of Kate Winslet's broken promise to never let go, Elle yawned and absentmindedly thought about how young and skinny he was back in the day. Apparently he had been the heartthrob of the twentieth century, catching the eye of all of the young ladies, not to mention the not so young ladies. A slight eye roll accompanied the trickling thoughts of the now decrepit and shrivelled old man. Such a shame really, how one gets old so quickly. Elle through another piece of popcorn in her mouth, the third one since the start of the movie, before chewing slowly and deliberately in order to properly digest the tiny puffed kernel. Giving up on the popcorn front, Elle decided that she could take no more of the high calorie snack nor the sappy and poorly filmed movie on the TV. She rose from her seat as the final scenes flashed on the screen, then walked quickly to the kitchen where she pulled out a roll of cling film and covered the exposed top of the bowl of popcorn with the thin plastic. The fridge was then opened, and the popcorn was placed to be saved for another day. Elle was neither a waster, nor a snacker, which was why the entire fridge was full of leftovers and nibbles.

Elle slowly closed the fridge door, concentrating on the rolling credits on the screen. She wondered if any of the people involved were still alive, if they were watching the movie at that very moment. It was a funny feeling to see people from 55 years ago with ancient technology and pathetic coloring and effects. Movies had gotten so much better, were higher in definition, budget, and entertainment value. Elle recalled yet another old film, the Dark Knight. Apparently at the time it was a sensation, an incredible film with great music and concept. Elle had to admit that the acting was fairly good, but in fifty years you could do a lot with technology. Walking back away from the fridge, Elle turned off her TV with a click of a button on the do it all remote before making her way over to the bedroom. She stripped off her clothes, folding the clean garments and putting them neatly away into their allotted areas, and tossing the not as clean clothes into the wash basket. Elle was indeed a neat freak, and if her clothes were even the slightest bit dirty she would wash them immediately. That was why the only thing she had to fold up was her jumper, which she had put on but half an hour ago.

Stripped down to her skin, Elle entered the bathroom. She pulled a flat brush from a draw and ran the bristles through her long black hair. There were few knots, brushing being another compulsive thing for Elle. As she worked her way through the soft lengths of hair, Elle noticed that her ribcage was severely prominent. Rolling her eyes, she recalled the countless times that she had been called skinny, weedy, a shrimp. Elle was a perfectionist, and lived with the consequences. A small smile did cross her face though, taking comfort in the fact that she was staying thin. That was a big thing, seeing as many people could not keep their weight under control. Elle never really felt the need to eat, and so felt sorry for those addicted to food. Setting the brush down, Elle stepped into the shower and turned the heat on high. Without very warm water, Elle would be a wreck. Cold water was not her thing, despite not being afraid of the cold weather. The temperature rose to the desired setting, and Elle lathered herself with soap and shampoo. After a rinse, conditioner and a second rinse, Elle stepped out of the shower and rubbed her hair dry with a towel. Wrapping herself in the same towel, Elle made sure she was dry before grabbing the blow drier and setting it upon her now lightly waved hair.

Elle had yet another obsession, straight hair. After thoroughly drying her long locks and applying a protecting gel, she ran the hot iron over it several times to get the perfect look. She smiled and ran her fingers through the warm strands, tilting her head to look for roots, which were fortunately not present. Still wrapped in her now dry towel, Elle exited the bathroom back into the bedroom, where she clasped her delicate watch back on her thin wrist. It was nearly seven o clock, and Elle had time to kill. She moved a couple of objects that were cluttered on the floor, one of them being a fashion magazine, before heading back into the living room and kitchen area. Stretching for the remote as she passed, Elle then jumped lightly onto her settee and snuggled up as best as she could before pressing the TV ON button. To her dismay, the channel on which she had left it was showing High School Musical, telling Elle that it was obviously an oldie night. She flicked through the channel searcher, checking to see what was on. Satisfied when she saw a girly fashion program, Elle closed her eyes and listened to a famous designer telling her student why it was not right to wear pink fuzzy socks with green and red plaid sandals.

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