Post by elizabeth on Jul 22, 2012 21:50:00 GMT -5
ELIZABETH STANLEY
full name elizabeth jane stanley
nicknames e, el, ellie, liz, lizzie, beth, ej (and anything else you can think of to call her)
type original
gender female
age sixty-three
birthday 22 june
group faculty
sexuality straight
occupation drama teacher
face claim meryl streep
alias amber
persona
absentminded, bubbly, careless, creative, ditsy, eccentric, energetic, friendly, gullible, honest, intelligent, loud, loyal, maternal, open, outgoing, patient, random, straightforward, talkative, understanding, vivacious
life
Elizabeth was born in New Jersey on June 22, 1949. Her father was a pharmaceutical executive and her mother was an artist-turned-housewife. She has two younger brothers, Roger and Dana, and they both still live in New Jersey. Elizabeth was very active in extracurricular activities during her high school years, but only because she wanted to maintain decent grades and she lacked motivation to do that on her own. To name a few--cheerleading, gymnastics, intramural sports, student government association, choir, drama club, french club... the list goes on and on. She didn't do all those things at once, but she did keep quite busy! She and her husband married the day they graduated from high school. Not long after that, they moved to Connecticut so Elizabeth could attend college at Yale. Yes, the Yale. She originally planned to become a lawyer, but she overslept the morning of her interview and figured she was destined for bigger things... like teaching drama. So she became a high school drama teacher. It wasn't long after she graduated from college that she found a job in Maryland, which is where she and her family have lived for many years. She and her husband have six children--five sons and a daughter (37, 35, 30, 28, 26, and 16). The couple is still happily married and their children are living lives of their own.
roleplaying sample a recent response to a thread
Money had never been an issue for the family. Claudia was a counselor and her husband had been a pediatrician. Between the two of them, they made more than enough to support their family of six and start a college fun for each of their children. Anthony had insisted on paying for himself. Joshua had used a small sum of it, mostly because he got scholarships and grants. Anna was really the only one of her children who would end up using the college fun. There was not enough to pay for the entire four years of college, but there was a lot there. They also had a savings account, in which they kept as much money as possible--"in case of emergency," Nelson always said. Claudia still did not feel the need to take money from the savings account, simply because this was not an emergency and she was not struggling to pay the bills or take her daughter to these doctor's appointments. No, money was definitely not a problem. What was a problem was time... and Claudia's sudden lack of willingness to get out of bed some mornings. She only did it for Grace. If that little girl were not in her life, she likely would have quit her job and stayed at home so she could stare at the ceiling all day. It was definitely not her, or at least it wasn't the old her, the person she used to be. The old her would have been smiling and responding to the doctor's suggestions with much more enthusiasm and with a greater willingness to take his advice. She cleared her throat.
The doctor almost seemed agitated when he explained that he did not know what was going on until she told him. She looked at him. She supposed he had a point there, but nothing had changed--and she had told him that. The little girl had always had more or less the same diet and play schedule. Nothing had changed, except for the fact that she was getting bigger and running around a little more. She still had trouble speaking, but that was obvious in the way she was sitting on the examination table, lost in her own little world. She was still not potty trained, which was also obvious because she was wearing a bulky pull-up. She had gotten better about it in the past year or so, but she could not control her bladder and found herself having accidents. So instead of ruining all of her princess panties and the bed sheets, Claudia had invested in boxes of pull-ups and plastic sheets, just in case. Claudia partially blamed herself for her daughter's lack of developmental skills. She wasn't home as much as she probably could be and she spent majority of her day--Monday through Friday--at the daycare, and all they did was teach her simple things and encourage her to play with other children. The woman looked down at the toes of her shoes, shifting uncomfortably.
"Nothing's changed," she stated. "I haven't changed her sleeping schedule, her play schedule, her diet... I haven't changed any of that." She probably needed to change all of those things, update them so they made more sense with the stages of her life. She should have updated it about six months ago, after their last appointment, but she had not done that. That was around the time Nelson had died in the car accident, and the last thing on her mind was an updated schedule for her daughter. The woman bit down on her lip and played with a loose piece of thread that held the examination table leather together.
Claudia was ready to leave even though her daughter seemed content sitting there on the examination table, kicking her legs rhythmically. The older woman reached for her purse and put it on her shoulder. She was about to lift the girl off the table and rest her against one of her curvy hips, but the doctor spoke and asked if everything was okay. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her eyes had widened slightly and it appeared as if she might cry. She quickly dropped her gaze to that same piece of thread she was messing with before. She began picking at it as she licked her lips and swallowed, trying to moisten her mouth and throat. Now she really wanted to leave and get out of there, anything to avoid the "are you okay?" question. But it was already too late. He had posed the question, wanted to know if things were okay, and she was obligated to answer it. After a moment, she lifted her eyes to meet his. "I feel like we're not talking about Grace anymore," she stated, pulling the long ponytail over her shoulder, running her fingers through the ends of it gently. A few strands of hair came out on her fingers and, like all people, dropped them to the floor. They landed softly against the white concrete tiles and she realized that somebody else would have to clean that up. She cursed herself inside her head. "Because Grace is fine. She's on the right track. She's developing okay."
Now she was rambling. She was trying to avoid the question in hopes that he might let her go, or at least that was what she hoped. But he continued to stare at her expectantly, awaiting a response. She had averted her gaze again and started playing with the thread of the examination table. Finally, she decided to just say it. "Nelson died." Her voice was quiet, barely audible. It took everything she had not to break down and start crying right there in the doctor's office. She inhaled deeply through her nose and released a shaky breath. "December. He died... in December."
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