what’s in a name? | task #001
2008 - Eleanor ( noun. | EH-LUH-NOR ) - The Disappointment, The Failure
”Eleanor get down here this minute.” The familiar screeching of her mother’s voice echoed up the stairs where the young woman was pretending that the music from her headphones made it inaudible. But even the high notes of Avril Lavigne weren’t enough to drown out the incoming disaster. Why was it that her parents only ever called for her when she was in trouble lately?
“Shut up, mum. I’m coming.” The brunette didn’t dare shout it back. Her fingernails pushed into the flesh of her hands and left half-moon shapes when she stretched them out again along with a breath.
2011 - Ela ( noun. | EH-LAH ) - The Friend, The Familiar
“What do I call you then?” Mischief was sparking in the boys eyes as he leaned back on the sofa. He didn’t to mind her harsh remark that he shouldn’t call her by her given name. Despite herself she found it endearing.
“Ela.” Not pronounced like Ella with the l’s lolling on your tongue but instead with the emphasis on the E.
2012 - Cadet Harper ( noun. | /kəˈdet/ HAR-PUR ) - The Trainee, The Rookie
Eleanor wasn’t usually nervous but when she stood in front of the senior man in uniform who had the front desk she had to pull herself together to not break into a sweat or let her eyes drift wildly through the precinct. "Cadet Harper, is it?”
“Yes, sir.” Don't fidget. Be calm and cool. She repeated those words in her head as if they were prayer. It was the first day of her internship and she was going to make a solid, reliable and approachable impression. There was no doubt in Eleanor's mind about it despite her nerves. She even managed a smile when the desk sergeant asked her a few more questions before ordering a young officer to take her under his wing for the week.
2015 - Eleanor Harper ( noun. | /ˈɒfɪsər/ EH-LUH-NOR HAR-PUR ) - The Person, The Independent
“Crowns Police Station, Officer Eleanor Harper, how can I direct your call?” Having the front desk on a full moon night both amused and annoyed the brunette. Some of the calls that would get in as the clock ticked closer and past midnight made her day by being absolutely hilarious – the kind of call that you couldn’t wait to tell the morning shift. Yet on some nights the only calls that came in were of drunken teenagers that found it fun to make a prank call to the police about the werewolves they had seen or other myths of the night. Eleanor huffed when she remembered that a werewolf sighting might not be as far off in a town like Crowns. “No, we don’t sell vacuum cleaners, ma’am. We’re the police.”