Post by harlow on Jun 5, 2012 11:27:02 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ngx4hu.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] HARLOW ELENA SMITH  THE BASIC INFORMATION FULL NAME harlow elena smith NICKNAMES no designated nicknames. GENDER female AGE & BIRTH may 19th, 1989 / age 23 SEXUALITY bi-sexual CLASS middle class PLAYED BY el wood THE PERSONALITY No one quite understands why Harlow is the way that she is. She'd never give them reason to understand since she is so secretive. She literally will not speak a word of her past within the last seven years of her life. Sometime she mentions that she doesn't have parents and grew up in an orphanage in Vancouver but that's about as much as you will get out of her. Within the approximate five years that she has been in Caroline, those memories and thoughts have been shared with people although her emotions are typically hard to read. Often people will hear her say how she feels about something but then see a different reality in her eyes. She tries to be as polite as possible with people but a lot of the time her quiet attitude can be taken with a wrong approach. Because she is so quiet often times people think of her as snobby, as if she is too good to talk to them when really it is quite the opposite. Her insecurities has been something that drives people away. She doesn't speak a whole lot and it's even rare that you can get a laugh or a chuckle out of her rather than a brief "ha." Those that have only talked to her for a brief moment even doubt that she has much of a personality. For them a girl that hardly has a sense of humor makes her dull and uninteresting. For others they become intrigued and think of her as mysterious. If people do actually attempt to talk to her some more she is more than willing to share her opinions, dreams, and ideas but she has to be asked directly before she will actually give much of an answer. She prefers to hear other people's thoughts and opinions over her own. A lot of the time if she does meet someone interesting, usually people that had lived a fulfilled life, she will want to dive into them, learn more about them and ultimately become inspired. FAMILY TIES & HISTORY MOTHER maya smith (presumably deceased) FATHER alexander smith (presumably deceased) SIBLINGS unknown. OTHER elliot chambers STORY The story of Harlow is one that no one knows. Know one has ever went into the depths of her life, no one dares ask her, and there has never been a single hint of what could have possibly happened that ever fell from her mouth. The girl is far too secretive to ever let a person get to know her too personally. Part of it is fear, other parts of it are because she sincerely doesn't think that anyone would want to listen about her past. Ex-boyfriends and girlfriend's of hers have often asked but she always replies with the same thing "it's in the past, and you are my present." With vague answers such as this it is no wonder she has never been able to keep a relationship in tune for all too long. The only evidence that she has a past and didn't just suddenly pop into thin air, landing in Caroline is a small photo album that she keeps hidden under her end table. Not in the drawer, not under her bed, but sitting in the small hollow part of her end table next to where she slept. Few images were placed within the plastic while any others that she would never be able to stand the site of had been burned long ago. Inside that album the few photos that could be seen was one of who she had been told was her mother and father before she had been put through an orphanage. Personally, she didn't know and as far as she was aware her parents were nothing more than a bedtime story that the nun's at the orphanage told her about when she was sad. Other photos included another photo of her parents except with Harlow as a baby with them, her with a group of friends while she was in the orphanage, and a shot of her own child. The child was someone who no one knew about. Clearly, they did not live with her, and she had no idea where he even was. She didn't know if he was dead or alive. One might ask, why was she not in contact with her child? The reason was the headlining issue to her and her inability to inform others of her past. It haunted her for so long that the mere thought of it all crushed her and tore her to pieces. When Harlow was sixteen she found herself wanting to stray from the majority of the girls. They all seemed to have a different opinion of what they wanted to do. While they all felt that they would stay till they were eighteen and then leave to start their own life, she wanted to leave then, now that she was at her legal age. She wasn't alone, and this wasn't even a rare occurrence, but for Harlow being one of the older girls among very young children she found she couldn't relate to them anymore. A lot of the time she found herself around the groups of the guys. She would talk with them and play. One boy by the name of Elliot always seemed to take much more interest in her. It helped that he was also the oldest of the boys being seventeen, closing in on eighteen. For Harlow this was also appealing because he too would be leaving soon regardless of choice but rather also by age. The two of them instantly hit it off. Once it came to Elliots's eighteenth birthday he offered a place of solitude, where Harlow could live while she earned herself enough money to find a place of her own. Happy to have a real friend in the world she accepted and took her few little things she actually kept with her at the orphanage and moved in with him. For the time being they lived together in a small studio apartment, since it was all that they could afford. Harlow worked at a diner just down the street from the place and Elliot was constantly locked up in the apartment painting, writing, and taking photos. It was strange how artistic he was and Harlow loved to be around it. He had even designed her first few tattoos that she got on her shoulder blade. Often times he even asked her to model for him (few of these photos remained in her little photo album). Regardless of what many people asked them or assumed them to be their relationship was completely platonic. As far as Harlow was concerned neither one of them actually had feelings for each other. Hell, Harlow even slept in a cot while Elliot had the bed. But as months went on there felt like there was a slight change in the air. When Harlow celebrated her seventeenth birthday it was one that was spent just between her and Elliot. They sat in the diner that Harlow worked at and shared a slice of cake together. As something they both had learned to do, they typically sat in silence, listening in on nearby tables in the conversation, every once in a while finding themselves laughing over little petty things that the community seemed to discuss within itself. Once they were done eating cake, Elliot went into a liquor store, bought some wine for the occasion and the two of them went upstairs. Specifically Harlow remembered him saying something like "this is the last year i'll have to buy you alcohol," she remembered laughing and not thinking too much of it. Each took to their own glass of wine and talked casually about how birthdays really felt like every other day, how the only difference was this hollow feeling where you know you are supposed to celebrate something. Somehow between their laughter and typical conversation they ended up to the point where Elliot said, "You know, love, you are beautiful." Blushing, Harlow said thank you and shrugged it off. It wasn't everyday that she received a comment from anyone, especially not Elliot but she didn't think much of it except that he was stating something nice for the sake of her growing a day older. But it seemed that Elliot meant something completely else. Before Harlow even knew what was going on, Elliot leaned in and kissed her. At first she let it happen, returning the kiss. When the pulled away she looked at him about to ask him what that was for but then "Shh, it's okay, don't worry about it," He smiled, clearly pleased that she had accepted his kiss, so he kissed her again. This continued on up until Harlow heard the sound of him undoing his belt. She pulled away and laughed for a moment to hide how shaky she was actually feeling over the entire situation. But Elliot closed her mouth and continued to take off his clothes along with hers. This is when the struggle started to happen. "Calm down, i love you Harlow, please let me show you how i love you." Those words forever haunted Harlow. Not a day went by when she thought of Elliot's sudden confession of love that lead him into her rape. "tell me you love me too," Harlow started to cry, she didn't know what feelings she had for him. She loved him, but not like that and she didn't think she could ever actually love him like how he wanted her to love him. He slapped her across the face, "Tell me you love me!" he yelled at her. "I LOVE YOU," she screamed out at him, tears flooding as she knew the words were completely hollow. Pleased with the answer, Elliot continued to explore the hours that Harlow forever has engraved to her brain. As night fell, Harlow remained awake. She hadn't said a word to Elliot. She was too shocked. Elliot was asleep next to her, looking rather peaceful with the whole situation. Harlow wasn't sure if she should feel disgusted or if she should feel like she had shared a night with someone that could potentially be her own true love... not that she shared those mutual feelings. She weighed her options in that moment. She could stay here, living with Elliot and explore his feelings more... maybe things would be less violent. Or else she could leave and attempt to forget that any of this happened. The second option seemed like the best. Carefully, she rolled off of the bed, gathering a few of her clothes, stuffing them into her purse where her wallet already was. Quickly she gathered what she could before leaving the place. Luckily for her there wasn't a whole lot that she had on her. Besides her clothes the only real things she had with her was her wallet and the small photo album. She went to Elliot's desk where a few drawings and photographs were laying around and grabbed the photo album that had been stacked in the corner. She noticed a few photos of herself on the desk and on a whim took some of them, throwing them into the album and shuffled over to the door, quietly closing it. It was in that moment, where she was closing the door that she felt the worst. Someone who had acted as her best friend for so long was going to wake up to find her done. It hurt her to think of how much pain he would be when he noticed, and the potential of the rage. But she couldn't stay. She couldn't when things already seemed scary to her after only a night. She never asked for this. She never asked to be raped. First, she found her way to the bus station, looked at her options of where she could go to from Vancouver. She wanted it be as far as possible, scared of what might happen if Elliot somehow would be able to find her in a nearby town. On the schedule she noticed one bus leaving in the next twenty minutes. She made her way to the ticket line, practically empty at that time of night, and asked for one to Kelowna for the time being. She settled there for a short while, waiting for her work to forward her the check. She realized how dangerous this was because Elliot could easily ask her old employers where they sent her last check. But when she got it she was ready to leave, there was just one thing that was holding her back. It had been two months that she spent in Kelowna and during that time she had come to realize that there was something more wrong with her. She had quickly concluded that she was pregnant, without a pregnancy test. She didn't need one, she just simply knew. There was no way that she could be this late and there was just something inside of her that didn't feel quite right. Approximately she was a three hour driving distance from Vancouver. She didn't know if Elliot would actually take a bus to go find her or exactly what he would do but she was so scared that she felt like she had to keep moving. During her pregnancy she moved around frequently, taking jobs where ever she possibly could. She never stayed in one place too long although often she was begged to as people were scared for her exhausting herself as well as her child. Pregnancy wasn't exactly the easiest thing for her to hide. Some people even took pity on here and left extra change. Occasionally she would have to make up stories. Elders would ask who the father was or where he was and she would have to say something like "he's in the military" or "he's with his sick mother" or something that would take their mind off of the matter. She was able to be curt enough that they didn't dig too far into it but with each time she moved she had to re-explain herself. On her final move she went to a planned parent hood where she told them she had every intention on giving her child up for adoption. As terrible as it sounded the last thing she wanted was to constantly carry a child that would remind her of Elliot... and of her rape. She didn't know how she would feel after she actually gave birth to her son. She didn't realize, no matter how much she was warned, that once she signed the agreement that she wouldn't make contact with her son that there would be this weird, hollow feeling inside of her, worse than any moment in her entire life. Quickly after her son was born and she was stable enough to be released from the hospital, she wished him a final goodbye, not waiting to meet any of his new guardians and she packed up her stuff ready to leave. From there she looked for the next place that she could move forward too. The one place that rang with 45 minutes until the next bus came along was Caroline, the place she decided she would force herself to stay in for a while. She hadn't even heard of the town Caroline, she didn't know what to expect when she got there but it was the anonymous flair that drew her in to want to go there to settle down for the time being until she had another reason to pick up and go somewhere else, she hoped not for a long time. When she arrived in Caroline she was greeted by a lot of the older residences before she was greeted by anyone quite her own age. Everyone seemed to be almost too supportive with helping her move in, constantly offering to move any of her stuff she needed to bring in, asking about her day, and in general trying to pry her open a little. She, of course, made and excuse. She didn't have anything for them to help her with except maybe get a job but if she asked for help with that then they would try to pick her apart for what she had experience in. Even though it was a basic question, she didn't want the entire town to know her personal resume. She found a place in the middle class section of the house, having saved up a decent amount of money over the years. At first she settled in by working at another coffee shop, it was what seemed to work for her the best until a few photographers asked her if she was interested in modeling at all. This reminded her a lot of Elliot. At first she was a little delicate over the matter sating that she needed time to think any offer like that over. Eventually, because she worried that money would start getting tight she did start accepting the jobs as a model. Most of her jobs aren't even a huge deal, mostly to help photographer's portfolio or else for her to build up her own if she was to ever go into modeling as a career but she still keeps working at the coffee shop and maintaining her life in the middle class. She wants to build from the ground up and with luck she hopes that she will be able to succeed in doing so and continue living her life. ALL ABOUT YOU ALIAS brandynnleigh AGE & EXPERIENCE i'm the admin -.- ANYTHING ELSE wake up at 3am... can't get back to sleep so this is what happens. AFTER ALL, WE'RE ACTORS ON A STAGE |
