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Post by ELIZA JOY LIEBERMAN on May 14, 2011 23:03:15 GMT 10
-- ELIZA JOY LIEBERMAN !
-- NAME: Eliza Joy Lieberman -- NICKNAMES: Elle, Ellie, E.J -- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 29, August tenth -- BIRTH PLACE: Boston -- ORIENTATION: straight -- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Grade one teacher and hopeful children’s theatre maker -- PLAYED BY: ginnifer goodwin
-- PERSONALITY !
-- INSECURE: Insecurities have a way of consuming people, and as hard as she tried to sooth hers, Eliza was no exception. They are such cliché insecurities, shared by almost every woman in the world, yet for Eliza, it sometimes seemed like she’s the only one that ever feels badly about herself. She had always been a rather anxious child, scared to venture off by herself. The sort of girl who would literally burrow into her covers during a thunderstorm, thinking she’d be safe there. Those anxieties manifested in her as a deep need for acceptance. She tried too hard to get people to like her and was too hard on herself when she failed at things. Self doubt is something that was always on the menu for Eliza. She needed to learn to trust in herself a little more, instead of letting her fear of failure hold her back from life.
-- SARCASTIC: Eliza had always had a bit of a dry sense of humour. It could be a bit un-nerving the way she can deliver a teasing insult seemingly seriously. Especially when to look at her, she seems so sweet and undemanding. In fact, there had been times when people that haven’t known her and weren’t used to her sense of humour had taken her jokes seriously, which made Eliza feel horrid. She’d never gone out of her way to hurt someone. Though, she did hold her jokes in until she got to know people better, which saved a lot of confusion. Eliza appreciated wit, as opposed to site gags and toilet humour. Which was why shows like jack-ass and American Pie were just lost on her.
-- EMOTIONAL: Someone had once said to Eliza “You’re artistic, of course you feel things deeply”, and the comment had always felt so true. She felt emotions in extremes, and it was often a bit much for those around her. Though she had learnt that it wasn’t her emotions that she needed to change, just how she dealt with them. Instead of getting worked up and pushing those she loved away when she was feeling a low, Eliza had to learn to trust people, just as she needed to trust herself more. Though it wasn’t always that easy. The woman could still work herself up into a rather respectable panic attack in which she would freak out for a while. Though, she could gain control and find her rationality again.
-- GIVING: Eliza prided herself on being a very generous person. Her time, her money, anything she could. If a friend needed something, Eliza made sure she was there for them. She was the sort of girl that would bring over your favourite treats just because, or would see something while shopping and know a friend would just love it, so she’d get it. It wasn’t just material things either, Eliza was the sort of person you could rely on to cook you a week’s worth of meals when you were sick, and basically just support you through anything and everything. It would just be nice if she did some things for herself at times. She found that she would burn out easily, because she expected the same level of generosity from those in her life. Trouble was, not everyone was like that.
-- LOVES: Cats, Happy endings, Plays, Tennessee Williams, Classic Hollywood, The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, Diet Coke, Children, Cathartic writing, Pyjamas, Snuggles, White Chocolate, Snow, Long showers, Singing when no one is watching, Pie, feminine clothes. -- HATES: Birds, Wind, Really hot weather, Sea food, Obnoxious people, Loud and crowded places, Clubbing, Shoes (she will go barefoot as much as she can get away with), Lies, Pegs that don’t match, Tiny imperfections that once you notice will drive you insane, Singing in public.
-- HISTORY !
Growing up for Eliza wasn’t at all traditional. Her parents had split while her mother was pregnant, and her mother was the sort of woman who claimed she could do anything on her own so hadn’t even asked the man to be a part of his child’s life. So when the healthy little baby was born, it was just the mother and daughter. Sometimes her grandmother would pop in and nag, but the older woman didn’t live in Boston so it left the mother and daughter alone to make it their own way. Which was a good thing, because Sarah Lieberman was a law unto herself. Both her mother and late father had practiced the Jewish faith, and while Sarah made her daughter of her heritage and her people, the pair didn’t exactly practice. Growing up they both joked that they were high holiday Jews. Celebrating the holy days, but living their life in their own way every other day. Which was fine for Eliza- though a little confusing when they celebrated both Christmas and Hanukkah.
Religious confusion was really the least of Eliza’s worries though. Sarah was not an easy woman to have as a mother. She was over-dramatic, crass and rather self centred. The woman never hesitated to inform her daughter of any faults she had, or make jokes at her daughter’s expense that, while may have appeared to be light hearted, were actually kind of hurtful to the sensitive young girl. The woman also wasn’t greatly maternal. She lived for her own needs, and found it bothersome that Eliza needed things. All that being said though, they loved each other. While sometimes Eliza had to take on the role of the mother as opposed to the child, and they fought like no one’s business, she loved her crazy mother. The relationship they had would never be perfect, but it was all they had, and it was sacred to them both.
Always having a fondness for children, Eliza decided early on in high school that she wanted to teach primary school, and she had started working towards that. The young woman went to college in Boston, and even got her masters. However after her first few years of teaching she was tired of the city. Which was why she followed Ellis’ footsteps to Capeside and made a life for herself there. A life that included a romance, if you could call it that. She’d never been very good at her own love life, and tended to over think everything and push Mr. Capeside away. However he kept coming back. Then the unthinkable happened. She fell pregnant, and just like her mother had, pushed the man away without even telling him. God, she hated it, but it seemed like she was fated to live her mother’s life..
-- SAMPLE !
Weak. Eliza Lieberman was weak. That was the only way to describe it. What else was she supposed to say about it? The first time she had seen Roque in more than just a fleeting way since they had ended it and.. Look what had happened. Was her resolve really that bad? Apparently so. As stubborn as she could be, it didn’t seem to translate to situations like this. It was like when she told herself she wouldn’t drink diet coke anymore. She always seemed so strong willed when she vowed it, but soon enough she was craving it and her resolve crumbled easier than it should have. At least she’d put up a bit of a fight with Roque.. Sort of. She’d told him to push off hadn’t she? That meant something.. Or it should. God. Weak. When she wasn’t kidding herself she would admit that it had been really easy for the man to convince her to sleep with them, and then spend the night.
It had been... Well. Damn. It had been freaken amazing. Eliza hadn’t been with anyone since breaking up with Roque, and as the man had said... it did kind of feel like coming home. Dammit. She hated that it felt like that. It wasn’t supposed to feel like that. Eliza had put a lot of effort into trying to neutralize any feelings she had towards Roque, but it seemed the man could easily have her come-undone. It wasn’t fair. At all. As far as she knew, Roque was just in it for the fun or the good lay or whatever the hell he was in it for. Yet there was Eliza, girl who became a complete mess at a few well chosen words and the mere smell of him. God. She was weak. She was a stupid, weak little girl who should have just kicked him in the groin and run away, never looking back. She was good at running wasn’t she?
Squeezing her eyes closed to keep the sunlight from invading her lids. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know where she was or what had happened. She could feel his warm, strong (and maybe a little hairy) arms around her, hear the steady beat of his heart as she nuzzled further into his vast chest, and smell the unique aroma of his cologne, the soap he used, and his natural scent. It shouldn’t have felt this good. She shouldn’t have loved waking up in his arms. This wasn’t just about Eliza anymore. If it was just her, and she wanted to keep running back to a volatile relationship well that was fine, that was her own choice and she was only hurting herself. Now though, now she had a whole new little life to think about and if she kept doing.. this.. well Eliza wasn’t the only one who was going to get hurt, and she just didn’t want to put her child through that.
Brushing her fingers across her stomach, Eliza swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. This was a bad idea, and she needed to leave before she made any more bad ideas. Pressing a gentle, sad, kiss to his chest. She was really going to miss his perfect chest. Trying not to make any noise, she sat up. Part of her felt a little guilty doing this, but the bigger part of her knew if he woke up she may not leave. Carefully, she de-tangled herself from the man before silently getting out of the bed. Crap. Where had her clothes ended up? Trying not to swear, she started to search her her clothes. Panties... Panties. Ha! Check. Quickly, she slipped her underwear on before continuing her search.
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: nikki -- AGE: 0.0067 -- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: huge character whore -- HOW YOU FOUND US: in pie
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Post by * TRENT THE GOLDFISH SPY on Aug 7, 2011 5:42:30 GMT 10
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