GLASS, Ella Maci

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ELLA MACI GLASS.
you and i should meet.

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GAZE INTO HER KILLING JAR
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name: Ella Maci Glass.
age: nineteen.
birthday: december fourth.
band name: falling down hill 
position: rhythm guitarist/screams
play by: kaya scodelario

LOOK IN MY EYES.

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likes: 
-animals
-partying
-lavender
-laughing
-guitar
-smoking
-scented candles
-perfume
-swings
-swimming
dislikes: 
-rude people
-school
-spicy foods
-sea foods
-old people
-hospitals
-skirts
-boring movies
-working out
-snobs 
habits: bites her nails, tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous, avoids eye contact while in a conversation.
secrets: she's being abused by her boyfriend, 
overall personality: 
Ella likes to observe people. She into figuring out how they'll react to a certain situation. Watching people just seems to calm her down, not to mention it makes her feel intelligent when she knows someone's lying.
Ella's quite the partier, she finds it's something that passes time. She likes the way the place is always crowded with people, the music blasted loudly, and everyone's having a time. The way the music makes the floor viberates, and the next day your legs feel tired.
Ella likes to keep everything about herself mysterious, if people were to ask a question about her she'd avoid it and ask them a question, and if the noticed, she'd just make something up. Not that it mattered, anyway. Nobody was really going to stay in her life, anyway, so why should they care?

I'M AN ADDICT FOR DRAMATICS
i confuse the two for love

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mom: sherry greg
dad: kenton glass
siblings: marc glass
other important figures:
overall history:
Ella's life growing up had always seemed boring to her everytime she looks back on it. Growing up she always did what she was told, like school, chores, etc. She didn't like the idea of growing up and being remembered as one of the stubborn children who didn't do their homework, or was always in for detention. She wanted to be remembered as someone interesting, but after awhile, in her early teenage years, it wasn't all that interesting to be the girl who was smart, and pretty much a teachers pet. So, she turned to music. 
It seemed like something all teenagers turned to, so why not? There was all sorts of music out there, music that she, and anyone could connect to, really. That's what interested her the most of all, was that she wanted to find more songs, more songs that fit her, more songs that got everything she ever went through. Eventually, that turned into her want to express how she felt through her own songs. Unfortunatly, she wasn't much of a singer, or a song writer, unable to really come up with words that really seemed like her, so she turned to a musical instrument, the guitar. She loved the way it sounded.
But other than the music, Ella's life had become interesting the moment she decided to change into someone else. She began going to parties, mostly ones she'd over hear someone talking about, but she'd never really drinking or anything, just go to actually be there, and observe. Her mother was a psycologist, and was constantly watching everyone's moves. Ella herself picked up on that after awhile, doing it because she wondered what her mother was watching for. She realized that she was just looking for whether people were lying, or nervous or sad or anything, to make her own reaction easier for herself.
At parties she'd socialize, and soon enough, she found a crew that was into music as much as she was. All girls, which was cool, she was more comfortable with that, and eventually they formed a band, and she became the rhythm guitar, which was cool with her because she wasn't that great with guitar yet, anyway. 
Also, along with socializing, she found a boy that seemed perfect in her eyes. Everything was perfect, and she loved him. She couldn't stop thinking about him, all she ever wanted was him. Unfortunately, after awhile he began to show what he was really like. He began to get angry easily, whether it was because he drank, or because of everything she did wrong. At first it was just yelling at her, but then it started to be abusive. He'd hit her, mostly in the back, somewhere no one could see, and then he'd hit her so hard she'd fall over and he'd kick her. She always stayed quiet about it, didn't want people to worry about her, but she couldn't leave him either, he always threatened to kill himself.          
rp quote:

Tears slipped down the boy's face, eyes stairing at the white ceiling. The room was silent, apart from the sound of him trying to hold back a sob. His eyes looked at the doctor's, an apologetic look filled them, either that or emptiness. His heart wanted to believe the man actually felt bad for the situation the boy was in. The man went through these kinds of things everyday, did he not? Having to tell someone their death date was set. It was horrifying. He only had a little time to think about it all, process it through his mind, and say good-bye to the people he loved. 
The doctor drew in a breath, scribbling something down on the clipboard, before turning to the other two adults in the room, giving them a nod, before exiting. The boy's mother had to use the foot of the bed for support, to keep her legs from giving out from beneath her. The boy pulled his eyes from the ceiling, letting them stop on his mom, only to feel absolutely heartbroken at the sight of her breaking down into uncontrollable sobs, while his father rubbed her back, trying to take all this in like a man, taking a deep breath, and standing tall. The boy watched, eyes stuck on his father, the tears stopping. His old man looked to the sky, and began mouthing something. After a moment, the boy realized he was praying. Praying for some sort of miracle. 
He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted out, he wanted it all to be over right there and then, so he wouldn't have to deal with this emotional torture. Tears built up in his eyes as he begun to rip all the things that attached him to any sorts of machines. He began to sob, tossing the thin hospital sheet that had been placed over his legs so it would keep him warm. How could he be warm if everything else was so cold? So empty and pointless? He ran out, the sound of his mother and father screaming out his name was silenced by the sound of his hard pounding hard against his chest. He could've sworn he could feel the tip of his father's finger touch the hospital outfit when he rushed by, but the energy that seemed to build up at the thought of getting out of there had caused him to get him out of there faster then his father could react. He sprinted down the hall, pushed by nurses, and just ran. He could feel all eyes on him, but his eyes were fixed on that elevator at the end of the hall. The his feet felt cold against floor, and the elevator was becoming closer and closer. Everything was a blurr, he pressed the button as soon as he got to it, and he ran his fingers through his brunette hair while he watched as nurses panicked and made their way for him. But the elevator came first. He went inside, fortunate that no one else was inside. He pressed random floor numbers, just wanting to let the elevator take him anywhere but where he was. He backed up against the wall, loud sobs escaping the lips of the teenage boy as he fell to the floor and brought his knees to his chest. He was alone. Cold, and alone, and there was no one to tell him it'd be okay because it wasn't going to be. 
The boy's breathing became heavy, as his sobbing stopped. He became weak, like his body had suddenly became tired. His muscles ached, like he had ran miles, and it was enough to make him fall to his side. His breathing went down to soft, barely audible breaths. His eyes slowly closed, but he could still see as doctors rushed into the elevator. Then, everything went black.

" Cut! " Eric heard someone shout. " That's a wrap! " Eric sat up, and took it all in. On the other side of the 'elevator' doors, was a large camera pointed in his direction. He smiled, satisfied with his work as he stood up, brushing his legs off from any dirt, if any at all, that may have been on his legs. He wiped the leftover tears from his eyes, sniffed in, and that was that. 
A tradgic tale of a boy who had something wrong with him, and in the end, he died in an elevator. Sure, it was merely an episode for a dramatic medical show, but it was one of those shows that actually got a lot of views. But it was only because Eric wanted a bit of extra cash so he could go shopping without worrying of how his father might feel about him apparently blowing his money away. That wasn't it at all. He was using his extra cash for shopping, so he wasn't blowing it away. His father was just obsessed with money coming in, instead of going out. That poor man. He obviously didn't know how to enjoy his riches. 
After getting dressed into his regular clothes, talking to the writter and dirrector of that episode, and shaking a few hands, he headed out, back out into his regular life. What time was it again? Oh right, early. Well, not early, but it wasn't passed noon, that was for sure. He had to get up so they could do the final shot for that episode, and after quite a few times, they had finally got it. But his day didn't end there. No, his day was far from over.
Eric walked in the parking lot, heading over to his car, and hopping in. Where was he heading? To a photoshoot, of course. Whether his sister would be there, he didn't know. Usually the two often shared the same photoshoot, just having a time and going insane infront of the camera. But lately it was different. She began to run off, doing hell knows what, or hell knows who. He had no clue lately. And Eric couldn't help but feel bothered by that. Maybe not completely bothered, because she probably disappeared for all the right reasons, but he couldn't help that for once, he wasn't apart of something in her life. They were twins after all. They did a lot together. 
He went to the usual modeling agency he went to, entering, and telling the girl at the front desk he had arrived and she told him to go straight to the floor his photoshoot was on. He had been told he'd be modeling for someone else other than him modeling for magazines and stuff. 
Eric went straight to the floor he had been told to go to, not a lot of people being there, a few, maybe, the people who were setting up as such. He glanced around, looking up at the clock and noticed he was quite a bit early.

I DONT WANNA KNOW ABOUT EVIL

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name/alias: Emily. 
age: fifteen.
experience: three years.
password: admin edit.

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this was made by heather. lyrics came from tons of bands, so yeah. dont steal or she will send boo the ghost to eat your face and your mothers face.