AINSWORTH, jezebel meir

[jezebel meir ainsworth]

NAME: jezebel meir ainsworth.
AGE: twenty.
HEIGHT: five feet, nine inches.
WEIGHT: one hundred and sixteen pounds.
EYE COLOR: blue.
HAIR COLOR: black.
ETHNICITY: white.
LIKES:

cars. football. basketball. dancing. music. laughter. the beach. sand, sun, the night sky, shopping, flirting, being a tease, earning her own money but spending her parents, geometry, edgar allan poe – if he were alive, she’d sleep with him, the color blue, music from every era, anything seen worn during fashion week, tabloids, watching bad movies with friends, driving fast, being beautiful, playing piano, doritos, root beer mixed with mountain dew, vodka mixed with berry rain gatorade, being legal, being a vegetarian, her parents, her wealth, boys and girls, french fries showered in vinegar, and so much more.

DISLIKES: plenty.
SECRETS: sit her down, buy her a drink, and bel will tell you anything.
OCCUPATION: resort maid.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: sexual. emotionally celibate.
PLAY BY PLAY: megan fox.

PERSONALITY:

WHAT'S IN A NAME?
in revelation 2:20, a prophecy is uttered against a prophetess in the church of thyatira named jezebel. she is accused of inducing members of the church there to commit acts of sexual immorality and to eat food sacrificed to idols. the name jezebel has come down through the centuries to be used as a general name for wicked women. her biblical account depicts her as a scheming, manipulative woman who did more than anyone to promote an evil religion. thus, in christian tradition, a comparison to jezebel suggests that a person is a pagan or an apostate masquerading as a servant of god, who by manipulation and/or seduction misleads the saints of god into sins of idolatry and sexual immorality, sending them to hell. in particular, jezebel has come to be associated with promiscuity.

"gee, thanks mum."

A ROSE, BY ANY OTHER NAME, WOULD STILL SMELL AS SWEET.
even with a name such as jezebel, children aren't exactly promiscuous. sure, jezebel had her share of male friends. male friends who enjoyed suggesting they play doctor or house. did that make jezebel a seductress? god no. things didn't help when she had her period at age nine and her breasts came less than a year later. she had never heard that sexual activity induces your period, but a large sum of people were mentioning this soon after she had got it. she joined activities like cheer leading in hopes to make friends, but instead she was ridiculed. it was hard to be yourself - a tomboy with a love for music and laughter - when everyone was telling you who you really were - a trollop. at the first chance to leave, she did. here in hawaii, bel plays the jilting bitch, to keep herself safe.

PLACE OF BIRTH: miami, florida.
DATE OF BIRTH: may first.
FINANCIAL STATUS: upper middle class.
FATHER: edward riviella.
MOTHER: sandra ainsworth.
SIBLINGS: none.


HISTORY:

PROLOGUE
people see that sandra and jezebel share the last name ainsworth, while her father uses the last name riviella, and assume that their must be a rift in the family. no one notices the shining bands on sandra and edward's fingers. no one notices the way they smile at one another, like they couldn't live with out the other. all they bother to notice was that the mail came for mr. edward riviella and ms. sandra ainsworth.

shortly before edward and sandra met, sandra's mother died during a pained labor and sandra's little brother never made it into the world. so when she agreed to marry edward, she promised her father that she'd make sure the name ainsworth carried on. sounds beautiful, right? no one bothered to know that, though. they only saw the couple living together in a house with a child, with different names on their mail. that was probably the start of jezebel's troubles.

CHILDHOOD
things were fine for the first five years of jezebel's life. the usual activities filled her hours, usual experiences occured. soccer and softball games, school plays, a first kiss under the monkey bars, shoplifing a tube of lipstick from the dollar store, taking polaroids, being a daddy's girl... the usual things. the first five years were normal, the next five were a little off, and then at the early age of nine, bel started her period. something other girls wouldn't do for years. with puberty came danger and sex, according to the rest of the girls in her class. the girls who would make the next half a dozen year miserable for bel.

THE IN-BETWEEN
sometimes jezebel likes to listen to the song fifteen by taylor swift and feel sorry for that red head named abigail. jezebel suffered through the same fate when she was seventeen. she had always been treated like one of those girls sleeping with their boyfriend in the back of a car, so she didn't see the harm in becoming one.

he was charming. he was the quarter back, he was an eighteen year old senior, and he had a car. by this time jezebel had been made a cheer leader and she fell in love with the idea of high school sweet hearts, the years cutest couple, prom king and queen. she had made fun of girls who believed in high school love, but there she was, believing. peter was his name - though his friends grossly dubbed him pepe toucher - and his younger sister, samantha, was a rebel who bel took a liking to. sam told her like it was, and when bel lost her virginity in the back seat of peter's car, sam told her she had just lived up to the names scribbled onto the bathroom walls about her. tramp barbie.

when she ended up pregnant, sam was who she turned to. things will turn out fine. he'll go to college and we'll get an off-campus apartment and we'll get married. it was what she wanted. she wanted the "and baby makes three" bullshit. sam tore it down. i know pete and even the sweet version of him won't do that. you tell him you're pregnant, and he'll make a fool of you. tell the school he knocked you up or tell everyone it's some other guys. he'd take everything you worked for. the abortion clinic made jezebel cry, made her throw up, and made sam rub her back and reassure her that things would be fine.

peter left her anyway, for college. sam and her family had a fight, and the sixteen year old showed up on bel's door step. i can't take it here anymore, bel. she took out a map and blindly pointed. new mexico. i can deal with that. she spent the night and jezebel had just thought sam was joking, but she was gone and never heard from again. jezebel was left to suffer through her senior year alone. the night of graduation, she pulled out a map. hawaii. she could deal with that.

ADULTHOOD
bel doesn't quite fit under the title of adult yet, does she? i don't think so, nor does she.

EPILOGUE
well, that's still being written.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

see below.

NAME: kara.
EXPERIENCE: four years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? the sister site.

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eloise had always been a smart person. skipping grades, graduating early, graduating at the top of her class, attending medical school while only seventeen, graduating medical school while only twenty two... she was smart. according to ever test she'd ever taken, she was smart. how did she possibly end up in new york city, pregnant, and alone if she was so damn smart, though? eloise pondered this question as she sat upon one of the many benches central park had to offer. she had chosen this bench purposely, so that she could watch parents of all ages running wild with their children. she wanted to see the good things that came of being a parent.

so far, however, she had only noticed a mother yelling at her little boy for eating a handful of dirt and dragging him away. she had noticed a small girl with curved eyes and high pig tails run, giggling, right into the low metal bar of the jungle gym. her mother had taken a long time to put her book down, stand, and yell at the girl for not being more careful. will i be so irritable once you're born? she had muttered to her stomach, her fingers brushing over her blouse. she wasn't showing too much as of now. she had never weighed more than one hundred pounds in her life, however, and the twelve extra pounds was killing her back, hips, and feet so far.

eloise sighed, pushing her dirty blond hair away from her face and standing. she couldn't sit here watching these sort of occurenses any longer. it would only make her scold herself further and regret things she knew one day she'd regret regretting. smart eloise would have graduated medical school and gone straight on to work in a hospital. stupid eloise, however, took on a job in africe where she could teach their doctors the way of genetics, while working to purify the drinking water. smart eloise would have never allowed the heat, the music, and the feel or the muscles in mimi siku's chest to seduce her. stupid eloise did. smart eloise would have said no or found one of the few condom's africa had to offer. stupid eloise didn't care. stupid eloise wanted to feel how good exotic, wild sex could feel. smart eloise would have stayed with the child's father. stupid eloise moved to the busiest, most unfriendly city the world had to offer. smart eloise thought stupid eloise was, indeed, very stupid.

eloise sighed again, wanting so badly to kick herself. she was walking away from the park when she heard it. momma! she felt the pressure a moment later. she felt herself stumbling a bit, but was caught by the strong hand of a man. eloise looked down to the small child hugging her calves. she felt her breath catch in her throat, her hand reaching down to push the boy's hair away from his face. she shook her head no, frowning. the child looked up to her for a moment and their eyes met, her frown turning upward. that was what she needed. she needed to know a child's hug would be worth it; that the good moments would be worth it. she licked her lips and watched as the small boy was picked up by the man who had caught eloise from falling.

it's fine, she smiled at the small boy once more, before smiling at his father. that's exactly what i needed. thanks little man. she reached forward to push his hair from his face once more, before offering the hand to his father. i'm eloise. elle or loo if you prefer.

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