markos, elena calypso

[elena calypso markos]

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AGE ,[/color] immortal
CONTACT ,[/color] pm
PLAY-BY ,[/color] demetria devonne lovato
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NAME ,

[/color] elena calypso markos
NICK NAMES ,[/color] laney, elle
BIRTH DATE ,[/color] eighteen, november first.
EDUCATION ,[/color] eastern heights
HOMETOWN ,[/color] briggs county, california
SEXUALITY ,[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP ,[/color] eastern heights
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FAVORITE FOOD ,

[/color] let me get back to you on that.
THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ,[/color] i can't be entirely sure at the moment. but to state the obvious, i can't live without air, food, or water.
FAVORITE SONG ,[/color] your guess is as good as mine.
FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING ,[/color] again. i have no clue. i do have a lot of paramore in my ipod, though.
LAST TEXT FROM ,[/color] my sister.
RANDOM THOUGHT ,[/color] i wish i could remember.
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HISTORY,

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at the moment, i'm purely going off of what my sister told me when she was trying to get me to remember everything. so, if i'm wrong or i mess up, you can't really blame me. i was born on november first. and we grew up right around here. but apparently, our parents didn't really care for us the way that traditional parents do. they sent us to boarding school so they wouldn't have to deal with us. the way my sister tells it, i was constantly getting into trouble. and they were very close to kicking me out, but my parents' money kept me in. tahlia, that's my sister, who happens to be a little over two years older than me, was the only person who could get me to calm down. or so she says. even though i don't remember my sister, i do have the strange feeling that i should listen to her. if that makes any sense. anyway, most of the time i spent getting in with the wrong crowd. i can't tell you how i felt about it as i can't remember. i guess i must have had a good reason for taking that path. but at the moment, i couldn't think of what it might be. i'm not sure i want to do that anymore. though, i can't tell if i'll want it back when i get my memory back. anyway. tahlia says that our parents died about two years ago and she pretty much took me in. i have a feeling she was more of a parental figure to me than my own parents, anyway. but i guess i didn't always listen to her, either. which is how i ended up like this. i snuck out to go to a party and we all ended up getting trashed. the driver was drunk as well when he was taking us all home and we ended up getting in an accident. they said that i hit my head against the window so hard that it caused my amnesia. let me tell you, waking up and not knowing who or where you are is not fun. it's actually quite frightening. for the past week and a half, i've gone through so many different things to try and jog my memory, but nothing seems to be working. it's frustrating, not knowing what's going on or the people that i'm supposed to call friends. i just want my memory back. i don't think that's too much to ask for.


PERSONALITY,[/color]


okay, so even though i can't remember anything, i have a sort of... instinct i guess. apparently, i'm kind of a rebel. you know, going against the grain just because i can. my wardrobe is a little to lacking in cloth. i guess i like it that way. i mean, i must if that's pretty much all i have, right? um, i'd say that i'm a good person. my sister seems to think so, anyway. she says that even though i misbehave, she knows that i have a heart of gold. or something like that. even though i'm sort of... lost right now, i can tell you a couple of things. i'd like to think i'm a loyal friend. considering when i think of being disloyal, i get a bad feeling. i don't know. it's very difficult to answer these questions when i don't know what the hell i'm talking about. there's also a lot of black in my room. so i'm assuming that that's my favorite color. honestly, i really just don't know. and it's so frustrating. i'd like to be able to tell you with confidence that i love to run every morning or that my passion is music. but i simply can't do that. not right now. if i ever get my life back, i'll be sure to let you know a lot more. i promise.



THE ETC,[/color]


just wait until i get my memory back. then maybe i can do this.
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How many days had it been since December's relationship with Alex had more or less ended? Only six? It had seemed like so many more. Maybe it was because she'd spent half the time just moping around in her room. She hadn't dared to put any pictures of them up on her walls for fear that her father would see them, and they'd never really hung out in her room. Which made it the safest place she could think of. It was the one place she could escape to that didn't remind her of him in every corner. However, it didn't stop her from thinking about him what seemed every second of every day. He was consuming her thoughts even though she'd told herself she was going to forget him. She was going to move on to people who wouldn't break her heart so badly. The problem was that she couldn't stop going back to him. The way his lips felt on hers or his hands in her hair. Inevitably she would go back to that moment. The moment where his lips were meeting someone else's. And each time she did, the hole in heart heart ripped just a little wider. Why? Why was it so hard to push him from her mind? Perhaps it was because he'd dug his nails so deep that it would take nothing short of a hurricane to uproot them once again. With everything he'd said and done, he'd been pushing his way deeper under her skin. She hadn't even realized how much of a hold he had on her heart until she tried to tear him from it. And the pain of this action was almost too much for her to cope with.

She didn't want to lose him. She didn't want to have to pretend he'd never happened to her. Because he had happened to her. Whether he'd realized it or not, he'd helped her, too. But now, now she didn't know what to do or what to think. He called her. Every single day. However, every day she didn't answer. He left voicemails that she ultimately never listened to. She just couldn't. She couldn't hear his voice, begging her to understand. She was just trying to forget him. As bad of a job as she was doing at it, she really was trying. Maybe it would have been easier if she had at least changed the picture that popped up every time he called. It was one of both of them. Happy. Each time he called, she would do nothing but stare at it until the ringing stopped and her phone informed her that she had yet another missed call. As the entire week went by, she did wonder if she'd overreacted. or if Alex really had been telling the truth. Despite what it seemed, she did want to believe that she'd been wrong. Never had she wanted to be wrong more in her entire life. The only question was, could she let herself be wrong? What if she was wrong, but then there would be another time. A time when he really was cheating on her. As she layed on her bed, she flopped face forward into her comforter. Her mind had been so busy trying to answer all of these questions in the past week that she'd barely gotten any sleep and she was just tired. Tired of worrying, tired of wondering, tired of being unhappy.

She didn't even hear her father walk into her room. Her door had been open as there was really no point in closing it, anyway. It wasn't like it was capable of being locked anymore. He spoke her name and she jumped up to her knees, eying him warily. It was never good when he sought her out. "Yes, Daddy?" She asked cautiously, absently sliding off of her bed to stand on the floor a few feet from him. She didn't know why this was her reaction. Maybe it was her subconscious wanting to get through with whatever was going to happen much sooner. "Would you mind telling me the meaning of these?" Her father then roughly shoved a small stack of pictures at her. As she flipped through them, horror pushed itself onto her features. These were pictures of her and Alex. Together. It was a day that they'd spent out and about. He must have had someone follow her. Fear gripped her throat when her eyes landed on the pictures of them holding each other... kissing. This was not good. She turned her dark gaze back up to him. "I.. I can explain." In an instant, a searing pain went through her cheek as her head snapped to the side from the force of his blow. "You damn well better explain. What will people think when they see my daughter, the whore, parading herself around the streets with some boy?" She took in a deep breath. "It's not like that. We're not even together any-" He grabbed her roughly by the shirt, causing her to drop the pictures and as they fluttered to the ground, she found herself hurtling into a mirror.

Ember was no stranger to this treatment, but that didn't mean it got better the more it happened. And she had a feeling that this time would be bad. The furious look in her father's eyes proved that. She closed her eyes to block out what came next, though it didn't help much as he let his anger out on her small frame. A blow to her abdomen sent her to the ground. She landed by the door and began her futile attempt at crawling away from him. He took hold of her hair and helped her along her journey, dragging her through the hallway mercilessly. She had to bite her lip to stay as quiet as she could. He then pulled her to her feet at the top of the grand staircase of their home. She simply stood, amazed that she even had the strength left to do that much. Fear was evident in her eyes as she looked up at him once again. "I hope you've learned your lesson." His voice was low and terrifying. And quite suddenly, she found herself heading for the staircase without any help from her own muscles. She fell, painfully and horridly slowly. At one point she heard something in her left arm crack. Her nose hit the side of a stair and she could feel the warm blood begin to run down her skin before she finally stopped at the bottom. The ringing in her ears did not drown out the sound of her father descending the stairs. He stepped over her and she couldn't be certain, but she thought he looked back to her before he completely walked away. Leaving her laying bloody, bruised, and broken on the floor.

She had no idea how long she laid there. Every single inch of her body was on fire. Her breathing was difficult and broken, coming in short gasping breaths. She couldn't move. No matter how hard she tried. She wanted to get up, to crawl back up to her room so she could try to sleep this off like so many times before. Nevermind that this was much, much worse or the fact that she was fairly sure that she had some broken bones. She just wanted to sleep. And that was when she heard it. A voice she'd been neglecting for almost a week. Alex. He was there. He was going to help her. For a moment, she could forget everything that had happened. For a moment, she was happy to see him. "A-Alex." She managed in a soft voice. She didn't know why he was there, but it didn't matter. She'd never been happier to see him in her life.
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