Post by Elle Phoenix on May 3, 2015 17:07:13 GMT -5
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[attr="class","official-title"]Elle Phoenix
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[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]Amanda Schull
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[attr="class","official-header"]Tell us your story...
[attr="class","official-content"]Born and raised in Central City, Elle was the youngest child of Michael and Anna Phoenix, two professors at the local college. Her brothers, David and Matthew, were 5 years older than her, and twins. Despite the age difference, the three were close. They played together often, incurring many bumps and bruises, but nothing serious. The worst was a scar Elle earned at the age of 12. The three were playing on stone walls and she fell, landing on some scrap metal left behind. It left a nasty gash on the top of her left forearm.
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Elle studied ballet from an early age. Her talent for the art was obvious, as was her drive to better herself. She also strove to understand the choreography she was given to perform. This latter is a work in progress, something she has not yet attained. She works at it even now. She ran around with her brothers less the longer she took ballet lessons. After the accident at age 12, she realized that she needed to be more careful in the activities she did, so as not to truly injure herself.
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Elle used the same drive in her studies in high school, but was not nearly as successful there as she was in the ballet. She earned respectable grades - solid to high Bs with a smattering of As - but nowhere near the success her brother Matthew achieved. He excelled in math and science and went off to college on a full scholarship to MIT. Her other brother, David, did not as well as either of his siblings, more interested in cars and their workings than in schoolwork. He took automotive mechanic classes in high school and apprenticed out when he graduated. Elle attended a college known for its ballet program. She did well in her studies - physical therapy - but her passion was for performance. She auditioned for, as was accepted, to several ballet companies. She eventually chose one which gave her a minimal amount of time spent in the corps de ballet.
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She has returned to Central City, having learned of the death of her brother David in the particle colider accident. Her company had been touring overseas and it has taken her this long to make her way home. The current season now over, she has taken a leave of absence from her ballet company to spend time with her parents and her brother Matthew, who had returned to Central City just prior to the accident to work in his chosen field of computer science.
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Elle studied ballet from an early age. Her talent for the art was obvious, as was her drive to better herself. She also strove to understand the choreography she was given to perform. This latter is a work in progress, something she has not yet attained. She works at it even now. She ran around with her brothers less the longer she took ballet lessons. After the accident at age 12, she realized that she needed to be more careful in the activities she did, so as not to truly injure herself.
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Elle used the same drive in her studies in high school, but was not nearly as successful there as she was in the ballet. She earned respectable grades - solid to high Bs with a smattering of As - but nowhere near the success her brother Matthew achieved. He excelled in math and science and went off to college on a full scholarship to MIT. Her other brother, David, did not as well as either of his siblings, more interested in cars and their workings than in schoolwork. He took automotive mechanic classes in high school and apprenticed out when he graduated. Elle attended a college known for its ballet program. She did well in her studies - physical therapy - but her passion was for performance. She auditioned for, as was accepted, to several ballet companies. She eventually chose one which gave her a minimal amount of time spent in the corps de ballet.
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She has returned to Central City, having learned of the death of her brother David in the particle colider accident. Her company had been touring overseas and it has taken her this long to make her way home. The current season now over, she has taken a leave of absence from her ballet company to spend time with her parents and her brother Matthew, who had returned to Central City just prior to the accident to work in his chosen field of computer science.
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"Elle! It's time!" The stage manager's voice called through the door. Elle did not hear him, her gaze focused on her phone. She closed her eyes as she shoved the phone into the small drawer at the front of the dressing table.[break][break]
"Elle!" A knock sounded on the door, but received no response. "Elle, you really need to get your tail out here. They can't wait forever." The stage manager shoved open. He puased, taking in the defeated slump of her shoulders, the down-slant of her head. "Three minutes on Elle." He snorted. "Three minutes." He shoved the headset off his head as he closed the door behind him. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "What is it?"
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"He's dead, Jim."
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"Who?" Jim crouched beside her chair, to look at her face. Worry creased his face, echoed by the look in the dark brown of his eyes. Last he'd heard, her entire family was fine. No one sick. Not even a cold.
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"My brother David." Elle lifted her head to meet Jim's gaze. "The Particle Accelerator..."
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"The - what?" Jim frowned, confused.
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"An accident. He died. He was just - working on his car. God. He was almost done. Took 6 years, but he was almost done." She groaned, her head dropping again.
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"I'm sorry, Elle." He dragged the headset back into place. "Send Alice on." He grimaced at the squawking in his ear. "You can take it up with me later. Send Alice on for the rest of the performance." He proceeded to ignore the continued squawking as he took Elle's hand. "What do you need?"
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"God. Jim." She lifted her head again to look at him. She smiled sadly at him. "Go finish the show. I'll be okay for now."
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"You never were a great liar, Elle." Jim smiled back her. He rose to his feet. "However, I'll let that go because, sadly, while you can be replaced, at least for a night, I cannot. They don't understudy the crew."
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"Liar." She chuckled faintly.
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"Not entirely. However, as my absence is unexpected, things would be chaos." He smoothed a strand of hair from her face. "Do you want someone else?"
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"No. Just to be left alone until the end of the show. I'll explain then."
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"As you wish." He grunted, hearing a more frantic squawking over the headset. "I'll be back in a few."
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"I'll be fine."
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"Worse than before." He smirked, shaking his head. He left the room, however. Elle looked to her own reflection in the mirror.
"Elle! It's time!" The stage manager's voice called through the door. Elle did not hear him, her gaze focused on her phone. She closed her eyes as she shoved the phone into the small drawer at the front of the dressing table.[break][break]
"Elle!" A knock sounded on the door, but received no response. "Elle, you really need to get your tail out here. They can't wait forever." The stage manager shoved open. He puased, taking in the defeated slump of her shoulders, the down-slant of her head. "Three minutes on Elle." He snorted. "Three minutes." He shoved the headset off his head as he closed the door behind him. He rested a hand on her shoulder. "What is it?"
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"He's dead, Jim."
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"Who?" Jim crouched beside her chair, to look at her face. Worry creased his face, echoed by the look in the dark brown of his eyes. Last he'd heard, her entire family was fine. No one sick. Not even a cold.
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"My brother David." Elle lifted her head to meet Jim's gaze. "The Particle Accelerator..."
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"The - what?" Jim frowned, confused.
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"An accident. He died. He was just - working on his car. God. He was almost done. Took 6 years, but he was almost done." She groaned, her head dropping again.
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"I'm sorry, Elle." He dragged the headset back into place. "Send Alice on." He grimaced at the squawking in his ear. "You can take it up with me later. Send Alice on for the rest of the performance." He proceeded to ignore the continued squawking as he took Elle's hand. "What do you need?"
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"God. Jim." She lifted her head again to look at him. She smiled sadly at him. "Go finish the show. I'll be okay for now."
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"You never were a great liar, Elle." Jim smiled back her. He rose to his feet. "However, I'll let that go because, sadly, while you can be replaced, at least for a night, I cannot. They don't understudy the crew."
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"Liar." She chuckled faintly.
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"Not entirely. However, as my absence is unexpected, things would be chaos." He smoothed a strand of hair from her face. "Do you want someone else?"
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"No. Just to be left alone until the end of the show. I'll explain then."
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"As you wish." He grunted, hearing a more frantic squawking over the headset. "I'll be back in a few."
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"I'll be fine."
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"Worse than before." He smirked, shaking his head. He left the room, however. Elle looked to her own reflection in the mirror.
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