“hi, um, weird question !!” elsie laughed nervously as she approached the other. “do you know where a gal can get her hands on the supplies to fix some drywall...?? and... do you know how to use them ??”
--- hey, you hear sweet dreams by børns playing over on the 3rd floor? that’s where elsie roland lives! i heard they moved in from portland, maine exactly 3 months ago. they’re very ambitious but also pretty reclusive. maybe that’s why davie keeps calling them the bibliophile. starlit is full of people, but this twenty-two year old is really going to liven things up around here!
hi i’m jae and i’m nineteen and a freshman in college !! i haven’t seriously rped in a hot while, but i’m really excited for this rp and to bring elsie to life. down below you’ll find her bio and some connections you’d potentially be interested in !! i’m gonna be out when we open, but i’ll be on mobile so please message me !!
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here’s a board. rolled up sleeves, wrinkled silk, faded pages on sun-kissed books, messy brunette hair, moth-eaten sweaters, a knowing smile, sneaking a treat when you aren’t supposed to.
the beginning
elsie was born in portland, maine via surrogate for couple clark and ethan roland. clark had lived in portland his entire life and worked for his family in a nearby small town where elsie spent most of her childhood. they weren’t poor, per say, but they weren’t living a luxurious life either. they were comfortable. ethan worked with clark’s family when they needed the help, otherwise he was a stay at home dad and focused on homeschooling elsie.
elsie was always considered bright. her dads always treated like her as they would treat an adult, leaving her a very mature child. she only ever hung out with her family, but the rare times that she did hang out with children her own age, it always felt weird. she never seemed to connect with them. as she grew older, this worried ethan and clark, and they decided that they’d send her to the public high school in the small town where her grandparents lived.
high school
oh no. truth was, elsie was terrified. it wasn’t a particularly large school, only about three-hundred kids. she even knew a few of them from her ventures around town, but she was still considered new. being a small school, she was quickly put in the spotlight, but almost immediately forgotten once a new kid from rhode island joined them her second semester freshman year.
spotlight off of her, elsie took to a small group of friends and the library. she wouldn’t have considered herself a prude by any means, but she didn’t care to go out to parties with her friends, instead choosing to stay with her dads on the weekends and play games or go to the movies with them. though they appreciated that she wasn’t a difficult teenager, they started really pushing her to leave her comfort zone junior year. as hard as they pushed, she wouldn't bend and would stay at her grandparent’s home when her dads would kick her out (lovingly, of course).
all throughout high school, elsie worried about two things and two things only. her job at a local grocery store and school. and because of these few worries, she was able to graduate top of her class and basically got to choose whatever college she wanted. problem was, she didn’t know where to go.
the party / the accident ( tw: drinking, death due to drinking and driving )
everyone wanted to see the valedictorian wasted. everyone. she wasn’t unpopular by any means, just quiet. with social interest and pressure increasing on her as high school came to an end, elsie finally agreed to attend the big last hurrah party hosted by the local theater kids and attended by everyone.
long story short, elsie got sloppy. when i say sloppy, i mean she had to be physically carried to the car. her friends were drunk, but she was wasted. by three am, they decided to leave the party and stay at a friend’s, and she and her three friends piled in the car. by three-thirty, she was in the hospital with a concussion and a very broken arm and collarbone. the friend in the back seat was miraculously unharmed, but her two friends in the front sadly passed away.
moving home
due to the nature of the accident and the small town in which it happened, elsie was able to walk away from the accident with only some broken bones and a titanium screw in her collarbone. despite the lack of major physical injuries, she did face many mental and familial repercussions. she moved back home with her dads, who felt incredibly at-fault for the entire situation, lost her scholarships, and found a small, undemanding receptionist job that required no degree.
the next few years were uneventful. she aged, worked the same job, lived with her dads, just lived low and kept to herself.
on her twenty-first birthday, a coworker that she had grown close with asked her if she wanted to quit and move away. in the heat of the moment, she said yes.
leaving
it’s so hard to leave, until you leave. she high-lighted that quote in the passenger seat of her friend’s car on their way to las vegas. she was afraid and wasn’t sure why she had said yes, but she wasn’t turning back.
starlit
what was it about the motel? she couldn’t put her finger on it as she booked a room. her friend helped her load her clothes and books into her room, and asked once more if she was okay to be by herself. for the first time in a long time, elsie felt confident in saying she would be fine.
i know this is rly dramatic, but dfljhfgjkg. i love her.
she lives on the 3rd floor, living off of the money that she made throughout high school and the years following, she'll get a job soon, she just isn’t interested right now and wants to focus on existing. she’s extremely reclusive and private, but if you manage a peek into her room, you’ll see an incredible collection of books flooding the floors and chairs, and you’ll wonder how she got them all in the room. catch her occasionally leaving her room to go to the pool, or even hitching a ride to the mall. despite being a recluse, she prides herself on knowing most things and knowing a large amount of people’s names, even if they don’t know her.
connections ??
neighbors !! they could be good friends, or maybe they just knock on each others walls to make sure they’re alive each day.
literally her ride or die. elsie hitched a ride with them to the store once. it was nice. now it’s just a thing they do.
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