eliana andersen.

“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” on the verge.

[eliianas]

Of all the places that Eliana expected to run into extremely famous people in Los Angeles, the coffee shop a few blocks from her home was not on that list of places. Her day to day coffee getting experience was normally pretty standard, she ordered her decaf vanilla peppermint latte and a blueberry muffin and went about her day, there was nothing to it. However, today was not one of those days.

As she stood around at the left end of the building, waiting for her latte to be made, her eyes stumbled upon Bryce Books. Like, the  Bryce Brooks of SoCal Sunning and Sinning, the one whose life she had obsessively followed for the longest time. He was in her little run of the mill coffee shop, presumably to order coffee, like the coffee that she was drinking. They were going to drink coffee from the same shop.

Suddenly overcome with a large amount of nerves, she remained in her position by the counter, staring at the door. This could not have been real life. // @brycbrooks

[thelainformant]

Eliana A. spilling a drink on Gabriel I.’s shirt. Was it just an accident or a clever way to get the actor out of his shirt? Time will tell.

[thelainformant]

I want to read the stories that Eliana creates. Her characters and the plots already sound sooo amazing! 

[jesse-spencer]

[seanchungclub]

@eliianas @pcrkjinee

[masontowns]

eliana - the one you let get away.

glossy task. @eliianas

[eliianas]

gabriel-ingraham:

The shirt was starting to feel moist and disgusting, frustrating Gabriel only more. He didn’t have many options here but he just took a deep breath and began to assess the situation. “Listen… it happens.” He looked closer at the woman, the mask being enough to make her identity completely mysterious. But he was sure that she was as gorgeous without the mask as she was with it. “You’re fine, don’t worry,” he insisted as he started to take off the blazer. Placing it over the nearest chair, he started to unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt before pausing.

“I’m not sure if I can just strip down in the middle of the ballroom. But I can see if I can make some calls to see if I can just borrow something for the time being. But uh if you know anybody here that might’ve been carrying an extra blazer, be my guest.” He sighed before looking around again to assess the environment. He could probably pull off being shirtless for a few moments. It was a love gala after all. “Listen I think we should just make our way to one of those cabanas and figure it out there. I’m not trying to be seen wearing a red wine stained outfit but I’m also not trying to just walk around here shirtless like some douchebag.”

Finally stripping both pieces off, he started to make his way towards the cabanas in question. He had hoped the other would keep to her word and help him figure this situation out. “I don’t suppose you have a blazer on you?” he said as he finally looked back at her.

As she saw that the man in front of her was not as concerned as she thought he may have been, a wave of relief washed over her. Maybe he wasn’t that well-known of a person, maybe he was just understanding and kind, but whatever the reason was for him being humble enough to not yell at Eliana for her clumsiness, she was happy for it. 

The man began to unbutton the stained articles of clothing, and Eliana cleared her throat. It had been a while since she had been in this situation with someone, so physically vulnerable in front of her. Since getting pregnant and giving birth, she hadn’t had the time to think about anything else besides her daughter, so this situation was something different that she had almost forgotten how to handle. And now, there was a semi-undressed and attractive man in front of her, telling her that they needed to go some place private.

Eliana tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“That, um, works for me,” she said with a breathy laugh, pulling her cell phone out of her dress pocket. (That was her favorite thing about this outfit, the dress had pockets.) “I can look though my contact lists and see what I can find, if I can’t find anyone here who can help us I can make some calls elsewhere to see if we can get you some sort of special shirt delivery.”

“Unfortunately, I do not," she said as he turned back to her, sliding her phone back into her pocket after sending a few messages. “All I’ve got on me clothing-wise is this outfit, and while I think you could definitely pull it off, it would leave me without anything which puts us back in the predicament we were in in the first place.”

[eliianas]

ryleighjake:

Are You My Mother?

@eliianas

Jake was aware that he was one of many Persephone’s that night, but he had not seen a Demeter. Not one. Which was a damn shame if anyone were to ask Jake. He finally managed to get a piece of cake and was in the middle of hunting down a fork or spoon when he saw a woman seated at one of the tables. Her blonde hair was a halo with delicate flowers threaded through. He thought of his own flowers and skulls resting on top of his head. Maybe, she was the mother to his Persephone, he thought with a light laugh. 

It was the deadly combination of curiosity and teeny bit of liquid courage that made him want to ask. On a good day, Jake existed with an insatiable curiosity. On a drunk day, Jake was the type that went up to any and every person with visible tattoos in the general vicinity. While this woman did not have any tattoos that he could see, he wanted to know if she was Demeter so it was enough. He slipped through couples and made his way to the tables.

Approaching her table, Jake took one of the empty seats. He still never found a fork or spoon, so the slice of cake was lightly placed away from him. “So, I’m not exactly the perfect daughter, but I did try to cover the tattoos,” he said with a light smile. “Nice outfit and mask.”

The best part about being a vegan in Hollywood was that there were a hell of a lot of other people with similar diets. That meant that events and parties had to be accommodating, that there was something she could eat at every high profile event she found herself out. This meant that the cake was something she could eat, and she was beyond excited about it.

The man’s voice called Eliana away from her cake eating mission and she immediately laughed. “Who are you and how did my six month old daughter turn in to a tattooed man?” she quipped, shaking her head and pulling out the seat next to her for the man to sit in.

“Come join mother,” she said, barely able to keep a straight face as she did. After he sat down, she angled herself so that she could talk to him without craning her neck, letting her eyes take in his entire outfit. “You look great, do you go by a name other than Persephone?”

[eliianas]

nwestbrook:

Nina felt her mouth drop open, and while it definitely would have shown even past her mask, she was thankful that the outside world wouldn’t know who she was. Her astonishment, however, was impossible to hide.

“You made it?” Nina looked at the swoop of the mask, encrusted in pearls as it was, with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Eliana! Damn!” She laughed a little, and swallowed the urge to ask if she could touch it. “Well, if the world doesn’t need your writing skills, it definitely needs your crafting skills. You look like a fucking queen.”

That’s why it’s kind of embarrassing when Eliana points out her feathered shawl. Nina tucked her hair behind her ears, fingers bumbling against her mask and circlet. “Oh, its not–” She shrugged, and glanced back up at Eliana shyly. “Its not anything like yours,” Nina said quickly. “I just bought it from a guy I know. I thought about stealing a pair of the Victoria’s Angels wings, but it seemed like it would make having a good time being impossible. I mean, can you imagine trying to dance in that thing?”

Eliana had always been good at things that were based in creativity. From making paper mache busts in middle school to friendship bracelets at summer camp, artistic activities were just something that came easy to her. However, getting recognition for it was not something she was used to, and as Nina continued to compliment her, the red color in her cheeks grew more noticeable and defined.

“Can I just, like, shrink you down and keep you in my pocket for whenever I’m feeling bad about myself? I swear, you’re like my own personal hypeman and I’m obsessed with it. I cannot wait to work with you more,” she said, eyes sparkling as she spoke.

“You’re still a Victoria’s Secret Angel to me,” was her response to the woman’s words. And she meant it. Comparing two people was something that Eliana was unable to do, as she found herself finding the things she liked in everybody’s outfits, personalities, the things that made them who they were. “It’s your incredible personality that makes you even more beautiful to me.”

[eliianas]

gabriel-ingraham:

@eliianas

Gabriel was having a grand time at the masquerade ball - he had decided to call it quits for serial networking and made a conscious decision to have fun for once. The ambiance was perfect, the music was booming and he was making his way through the immaculately decorated venue rather quickly. The anonymity of it all also made it something that he could enjoy. Anybody could be anybody - it was like Halloween all over again. You didn’t know if somebody was famous or an absolute loser. Lost in his thoughts and his tipsiness, he wasn’t quite looking where he was going when he collided with somebody. Their colorful drink splashed all over his shirt and blazer and it happened all to fast for the actor to react.

“Fuck!” It was his first reaction, as much as he didn’t want to curse. He looked down at his clothes with a frown on his face. It was absolutely ruined - he couldn’t see himself recovering anytime soon. “My bad,” he mumbled to the other person, still focusing on his outfit more than anything. He looked up again to meet the gaze of the masked person. “I… I really don’t know what to do about this. Do you think there’s a venue policy against going shirtless or something because I’m really going to look foolish with this stain on my outfit.” He really picked the wrong time to wear white. “Happy Valentine’s Day, eh?”

Eliana had made sure to leave the babysitter with enough breast milk to last until morning. She wasn’t sure where the night would take her, what the party had in store for her, so she took every last precaution to ensure that her baby would be well nourished while she was gone. That meant that alcohol was something she could drink as the night went on, and the taste of the red wine traveling down her throat was something she had sincerely missed.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t paying attention and the man who bumped in to her wasn’t paying attention and her red wine ended up spilling all over his shirt. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. No, no, no, that was entirely my fault. I can give you money for a new shirt or find you something else to wear, I feel so bad, I’m terribly sorry.” She was freaking out a bit at the fact that she didn’t know who exactly the man standing in front of her was. He could be someone incredibly important, and she could end the night in far more trouble than she intended to be. Blue hues were wide and clearly concerned. 

“I’m so sorry if I’ve ruined your night, I feel awful.”

[eliianas]

nwestbrook:

@eliianas

There was a certain mystery that hung around Eliana Andersen. Unlike most of the writers that buzzed on the age of Hollywood, she did not seem to seek out fame or break into the bright, glittery spaces. She just seemed to walk into them, taking every open door as her due.

Nina was fascinated, and could certainly see why everyone felt the urge to give Eliana everything she wanted. The woman was gorgeous, and brilliant, and seemed to see the best in the world. Her optimism made you want to be the person she saw you as, and Nina was no exception. It made her a better actor, certainly.

But frustratingly enough, Eliana and Nina seemed to be in parallel orbits outside of work, just distant enough to never meet. It was hard to know someone when you only spoke only Delilah’s watchful eye.

So when Nina saw her there, in the garden, a vision in dusk pink and pearlescent white, she was drawn to her, her feet moving without her permission.

“Your mask is a dream,” Nina sighed in lieu of a greeting. She was suddenly very regretful of her decision to go for a simpler outfit– Eliana looked like a real goddess. “Where did you get it?”

Eliana wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go to another party. After the drama and the break in at the last party she had been invited to, she wasn’t entirely sure that this was the best place for her to be. However, with the movie beginning to be advertised and the buzz around her book picking up once more, her agent told her it was the best option in the moment for her to go, so she scrapped together a last minute outfit and got herself to the hotel.

She hadn’t expected anyone to compliment her on her department store dress and A.C. Moore based mask, so when Nina Westbrook walked up to her to comment on her outfit, she was glad she was wearing a mask. The blush on her cheeks at the compliment would be hidden and her true reaction to the woman’s words did not have to be witnessed by the woman in question.

If only people could wear masks more often.

“Thank you, that means a lot. It’s amazing what local craft stores have to offer. I’m a wizard with a hot glue gun.” She chuckled, hands sitting in the pockets of her dress, her favorite part of the ensemble. “I love your wings, the detail on those are absolutely incredible.”

[seanchungclub]

Eliana, @eliianas

     Valentine’s Day is believed to have been a celebration a number years before in the midst of the Roman Empire. A feast of Lupercalia would be enjoyed by the wealthy men, feasting upon goats and dogs. The celebration, though, was of gruesome origins. Women would stand in bare flesh volunteering for the men to scorn them—humiliate them—with whips against their pale complexion, only to later be coupled from a lottery. As women are animals to be sold. A horrid celebration passed off as a romantic day today with chocolate and kisses. Despite the origins, though, today serves to be a better celebrated monument simply because you were born twenty-seven years ago. No longer do I recall the history of the disgraceful Roman Empire. I think of a woman somewhere in Austin, Texas, delivering a beautiful baby girl who would one day be the mother of my daughter, Ariella. Our daughter, that is.  

     There are few people I hold dear to my heart, for my reservations complicate the notion of befriending many individuals. But, years before, when I met you, you became a wonderful companion, and we continue to be friends today. You made me the happiest man alive by birthing a daughter, and I could not ask for more. That is why you deserve to be celebrated, for a good person deserves that.

     Long before I knew you were pregnant, we were sitting on the couch, and you told me that you would volunteer at an animal shelter. Animals were your companions during the longest days. I still remember that smile you plastered, your dimpled cheeks, and the light in your azure hues. You spoke of a kitten at the shelter who would run toward you whenever you volunteered. Your skill of manipulating the English language spoke beautifully of the soft purrs and the playfulness of the kitten. I am aware that your days can be rather lonely when Ariella is to stay at my place. That is why I located the shelter you would volunteer at, and a kind lady pointed to me the cat that was kind to you. Inside your room, you will find Ollie. Hopefully he has not made a mess in the room. 

     I hope you enjoy your day, and I do pray that this year will treat you well. The mother of my daughter deserves that. 

[lagerthavalkyrie]

Christmas trees!

[thelainformant]

Eliana Andersen is the most beautiful blonde in all of LA. Where’s her modeling contract?

[resourcesfortheavergaeroleplayer]

Send "be honest" followed by a question and my muse will be forced to answer with 100% honesty

[eliianas]

message @ arkin

Arkin: ok

Arkin: i really want to ask what you did with the eggs

Arkin: but i'm also scared to ask

Eliana: everything started out so perfect

Eliana: the future of this dinner looked bright

Eliana: and then, everything changed when the fire nation attacked

Eliana: arkin, if i have to eat another amy's frozen dinner, i will lose my mind and pull my hair out

Eliana: share your secrets with me, give me whatever magic spell you use to make your food look so gosh dang pretty

[eliianas]

message @ arkin

Eliana: um so i tried to make the recipe that you sent me and

Eliana: well

Eliana: one sec lemme show u

Eliana: [Attachment: 1 image]

Eliana: i think it looks like roadkill. pls help. gordon ramsey would not approve of me.

[eliianas]

v-stone:

Lately Veronica had been missing her family. Sometimes it wasn’t the family members themselves but the feeling of family, the warmth in her chest, the peace in her mind, the relaxation in her body when she was around her siblings. The feeling family brought her. And although there wasn’t a complete substitute for the feeling of family, there was something close in LA. Well, close enough. And so, sick and tired of the sluggishness she had been feeling Veronica ordered a pizza, grabbed her favorite Disney DVD’s and made her way to Eliana’s place, one of the only places that helped, somewhat, abate the feeling of being alone.

Getting out of her car, grabbing all the things she’d brought (which included a gift for Ariella, she couldn’t help herself when it came to spoiling the little girl) Veronica made her way to Eliana’s front door, trying not to sag under the weight of everything she’d brought, and rang the doorbell.

@eliianas

Eliana’s week had been busier than she was used to. Between casting meetings and producer meetings and just, any meeting in general, she was being thrown into a whirlwind of things she wasn’t used to. Finding a babysitter to look after Ariella while she was gone wasn’t difficult, her daughter was well behaved and Sean made sure that Eliana always had the money to pay for the best caretaker money could buy, but it was not being able to spend as much time at home with her daughter that was the really difficult part.

So, whenever she wasn’t out working, she was at home, curled up on the couch with her daughter on her lap or napping on her chest or somehow otherwise connected to her. This evening in particular, Eliana was reading to Ariella, the book Goodnight, Moon being carefully balanced on one leg with Ariella one the other, when the doorbell rang. She put the book aside, scooping her daughter up into her arms and carrying her to the door.

When she opened it, the grin on both Eliana and Ariella’s faces matched; large, ecstatic, and full of joy. “Veronica!” Eliana said, “come in, come in, oh my gosh, it’s been far too long.” Ariella’s arms reached out towards the brunette and Eliana laughed. “Ariella seems to agree with me on that front. Hold her for a sec, will you?”