Elle Bishop

The shrinks diagnosed me as a sociopath with paranoid delusions. But they’re just out to get me cause I threatened to kill them. RP account for Elle Bishop from Heroes. Please send me an ASK if you'd like to RP with me, but read my Rules of RP first. My...

[endiness]

[thatellebitch]

That sound… In your heart… What is it? M U R D E R.

[lonelytimes07]

[blog-tv-series-addicted-love]

All right, I killed him, okay? What is the big deal?!

Elle Bishop, Heroes

[textsfromprimatech]

[ultimatecosmicjoke]

"Do you validate? I keep getting tickets when I come in for my appointments."

“Do I suddenly look like a merchant? Loading and towing zones exist for a reason which I’m sure you’re well aware. Besides, even if I did, you’d never leave my office, would you?”

thatellebitch

[thatellebitch]

“You should be nicer to me. It’s not like I’m some welfare patient. My daddy pays you good money.” 

droliverthredsonmd

[thatellebitch]

Nobody Leaves - Dr. Oliver Thredson and Elle

[ultimatecosmicjoke]

Fidgeting and rustling fabric at his back made it difficult to resist the unwavering temptation to roll his eyes. She was so lively and energetic, almost childlike; he sometimes wondered if she’s actually a fourteen-year-old trapped in the body of a woman. It was either that or perhaps her behavior attributed to the effects of her lingering father issues. “I never said there is, however…” Oliver paused, a smirk flashing over his lips as the vanilla latte is scooped from the tray by one hand, the bag marked with the muffin in the other. “— the thought is certainly appreciated. Since I skipped breakfast this morning, I’d be tempted to entertain whether or not you really do have some way of reading my mind. That’s assuming I didn’t know any better, of course.”

The cushion of the leather chair released a soft, nearly embarrassing hiss once her bottom plopped down into it as he made his way around to reclaim his seat. Popping the top, the sweet aroma of vanilla and the frothy white layer coating his latte like sea foam over muddy water brings forth a muffled rumble from his stomach the moment cup reaches his lips. While Elle made herself comfortable, Oliver was watching closely, observing her carefree attitude.

He’d spent more than his fair share of people watching during this cosmic joke of a lifetime if only to observe and ultimately mimic certain behaviors in order to blend in. Some personalities were unquestionably intriguing; some utterly revolting and irritating while the other thirty percent of boring monotony faded into an easily forgotten background that left him rather blasé. But as he listened to her rambling on about home life, he had to admit there was something addictive about her personality. An addiction the doctor wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to resist allowing it to settle in and make itself at home in the rotting cavity of his thoughts.

The obvious confession of what her final statement implied lifted a single brow above the rim of his eyeglasses. Meager curiosity at best. He leans back in his chair, oblivious to the speck of foam clinging to his upper lip as he swallows and set the latte to the side. Thinking of her behavior and the fact that another wife has bitten the dust formulated an image of Elle hiding behind her father like a child, sticking her tongue out as each of his ex-wives take their leave. 

Daddy’s little girl, after all.

‘Still as vague as the broad side of a barn, I see…’ he thought, a tiny smirk threatening the corner of his lips. “First, I feel it’s necessary that I reiterate the importance of allowing your father to live his own life. And you live yours. By now, he’s sure to know you’re behind all of this. Now, why don’t we start from the beginning by explaining exactly what you’ve done this time, shall we?”

thatellebitch

[thatellebitch]

Elle tucked one leg under her as she fought to get comfortable in the leather covered chair. It wasn't that it was stuffed with rocks or razor blades. The problem as that she was too short to sit back without both feet hanging above the floor. It wasn't good look unless you were four, and if she tried to cross one leg over the other, which she knew looked great, she risked losing a shoe under Oliver's desk.

Damn, that might've been a great idea. We'd have to bend over to get it. Our foreheads could bump under the desk. Lips touching. Fingers in hair.  Then there was that dab of foam on his mouth. ..

She sighed loudly, pretending it was because her coffee tasted so good. No way would she let him know it was because she thought he was pretty or because the leather seat was winning the battle against her too short skirt. Her thighs would be so sweaty.

"Responsible for what? Hayden wasn't a good fit for the family. Daddy knew it. I hope he does better this time. Of course it might help if his choices weren't younger than I am. That's just disgusting." She shifted again and tore off a section of the cinnamon roll and popped it into her mouth, thankful for a metabolism that let her eat anything.

"I might have been a little intimidating is all." She batted her eyelashes, knowing the innocent act wouldn't work at all on Dr. Thredson, but force of habit made her try anyway. "You'd be amazed how scary it is to have someone threaten to drop a hair dryer into your bathtub. Who knew electricity could be so frightening. It's not as if I did it. I'm really not all that dangerous."

droliverthredsonmd

[textsfromprimatech]

[warcraftedits-blog]

[thatellebitch]

I'm sure they're yummy

droliverthredsonmd

[thatellebitch]

Nobody Leaves - Dr. Oliver Thredson and Elle

[ultimatecosmicjoke]

8:30 A.M.

Others find discomfort in being alone, even panic. The doctor? Oh, he basks in it. But only in the elevator can the doctor find solace; a cramped rectangular box of solitude where he can shut out the world and its inherent idiocy for just a few minutes out of his busy work day. The monster crawling about inside his head is ever present beneath his mask, thriving in gruesome thoughts that would place him immediately on the other side of the couch…. Unfortunately, this moment has come to an end all too soon. 

This would be their seventh session together. Although his patient’s progress has been minimal, she at least maintains a desirable knack for punctuality that he could almost admire. Now if only she applied that sense of determination towards her therapy, he would feel as though he’s at least done some good. Otherwise, she was ragged doll falling apart at the seams, waiting for him to sew her back together. The most problematic of issues? Hmm, let’s see….

A tendency to be manipulative to those around her, self-centered while living inside a bubble that only exists in her mind, just to name a few… But most of all? A current obsession and belief in superhuman abilities.

But you see, it’s more to it than that. So much more… Fact is, if he didn’t know any better, he could almost assume she preferred the imaginary companionship she believes to exist between them over her course of treatment by completely undermining the constraints within their doctor/patient relationship. And perhaps… he does too. Ah, who he was kidding? By the end of every session, Oliver found the leather toe of his black dress shoes crossing further and further over that bold black line that should never be crossed.

*ding*

And there she is… At her favorite spot near the window, surrounded in a golden glow of illumination as though she is the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. His approach is quiet, his steps but a whisper over the carpet and his eyes flicker to the coffee and pastry bag balanced perfectly atop her lap. Was she daydreaming? To garner her attention, the baritone of his voice is calm and even to break the silence, but low enough to avoid cause for alarm.  “I — hope this isn’t an attempt to bargain your way onto my prescription pad, Elle. If so, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed seeing as self medicating isn’t a way to resolution. But I think you know that, don’t you?”

thatellebitch

[thatellebitch]

"Can't a girl bring her shrink a mocha?" she asked as she unfolded her legs and tottered after him in her heels. "I brought you a cinnamon roll too or banana bread. I like either, so I'm OK whichever you don't want." Elle bounced on her toes while he opened the office proper. It wasn't that she was excited; it was because her feet hurt. Pointy toed shoes supposedly made your legs look longer, but damn they pinched!

"Or you can have the latte? It's vanilla. Seven months, and I don't know what kind you like better." Which she thought was very sad, because if she wasn't having him scrape the inside of her skull, she'd climb him like a scratching post. He was so pretty, and he was a doctor so he had to have enough money to keep her happy.

She waited for him to take a cup and a sack before dropping into the big chair across from his desk. No couches for Dr. Thredson—also a pity—because couches were so comfortable. Before she'd been to her first appointment, she'd practiced lounging on a few to make sure she looked good.

"So what are we going to talk about today? Daddy's running interviews for step monster number three. Number two ran away….I have no idea why." She didn't bother to look convincing at all with that lie.

droliverthredsonmd

[mockingbell-archived]

[kreugcr-blog]

heroesladiesmonth : best ability

elle bishop - electricity

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[thatellebitch]

Elle Bishop in Every Heroes Episode: Four Months Ago … (Season 2 Episode 8)

[thatellebitch]

Nobody Leaves - Dr. Oliver Thredson and Elle

She'd driven around the block three times looking for a space near Dr. Thredson's office, and so far it'd sucked. Then she noticed someone pulling away from a loading zone in front of Starbucks. Far be it from Elle Bishop to look a gift horse in the mouth, she took the space. It didn't bother her in the slightest that she wasn't loading or unloading anything and/or that she would be inconveniencing anyone.  After all none of them were as important as she was.

Besides the sooner she got her session over, the sooner she'd be able to move her car. Also she figured buying some coffee for the cute doctor and herself would be good enough for them not to complain about where she parked. There was a good line at Starbucks and by the time she finally got her order her ankles hurt from standing in her heels, which she had to wear because a)she was short, b)they made her legs look great, and c)they were really expensive and she liked showing off her money.

Her concentration was too focused on balancing the compressed papier-mâché—or whatever—cup holder and the two venti coffees she had in it along with a pair of pastries in little brown sacks to notice the bright yellow ticket tucked into under her windshield wipers. Thredson's office was half a block away, and her heels tippy-tapped like machinegun fire as she raced across the lobby to catch the elevator with its doors open only to have it shut in her face.

"I hate this world," she grumbled as she tucked the cup holder against her chest to hit the button. She was late, by the time she stepped into the waiting room. No one else was there which was fine, because she was in a mood to shoot lightning from her fingers and send deathrays from her eyes at that point. She sat in her traditional corner chair and waited for Thredson to come get her. 

droliverthredsonmd

[italianeaglesct-blog]

On Hiatus

[thatellebitch]

I’m spread too thin in my RP, and Elle is not speaking to me at the moment. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but you can ping me on watchmakersylar if you want to talk. 

[thatellebitch]

Let's Be Bad Guys || Sylar/Elle

[beastlyinsides]

Sylar picked her up and flew out the balcony doors, soaring up into the cloudy sky. It was looking like rain, all grey. It seemed to match his mood too. The kill had been a little too clean, too much like taking down someone innocent. It wasn’t what he liked to do, so maybe there was even a twinge of conscience at work in his mind.

It was too noisy to ask what she’d like to eat, at least while flying, so Sylar set course for his old neighborhood and a small Italian place where he’d gone plenty of times back when he was Gabriel. He landed a few minutes later, setting them down in the alley next to the restaurant.

“Power hunting is fine. A fight might draw a lot of attention we don’t want… But I’m not completely opposed to it.” He headed round to the front of the building. “Here we are. Finest Italian food outside of Italy.” Not that he’d been there.

[thatellebitch]

The restaurant was cute and old, and Elle had a skip in her step as they made their way to a booth. She hung onto his arm as they went, only letting go when she had to slide across the old red vinyl. She liked going out to eat. Spend enough years in an institution and McDonald's is nice. A place like Sylar's restaurant of choice was magic. 

"OK attention is bad." She grabbed a breadstick out of the basket on the table and nibbled on the end of it. "That's true. Being careful means we get to have more fun." Although she thought it was a lot more fun not to care about being careful or anything like that, but she trusted Sylar. He was almost always right. 

"But for all the money we just got paid, that was just meh." She let out a sigh and leaned against him. "Maybe it was the lack of blood?" She glanced at the waiter, suddenly worried that he might have heard her. Ooops.

[thatellebitch]

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