Eli Paxton

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

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unwanted || Lydiya &Eli

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Lydiya’s brows furrowed and she took the bracelet looking it over. A whistle escaping her as she looked it over. “This is a really nice bracelet.” She shook her head, her lip poking out, “nah, who really needs a receipt? They are for losers.” Her eyes widened and she smirked, “What man? Was he a douche? Do I know him? You wanna hurt him, I can help you with that?” She shrugged and nodded, closing the box and smiling. “Yeah, I’ll take it. Now!” 

She grinned at the woman, scratching her chin and mocking an Italian accent, much like the Godfather. “Walk with me. Tell me more about this a… this guy.” 

Eyes flashing, Eli knew she had found the language in which the woman spoke as the bracelet was plucked from her hands. Reading people, that was easy. And this woman was no different than a lot that Eli had come into contact with over the years. Money talked, and everyone knew that. But diamonds? Every woman loved diamonds. “You’re sweet, really. But I don’t think you’d be much of a match for him. Sadly. Or I’d definitely take you up on that tempting offer.” Though, hurt wouldn’t be where she ended it.

Lips pulling down into a frown, the reference was lost on the woman. “What’s there to tell? I met a man when I was young became a fool and married him. The story of many a woman.” Throwing her hair over her shoulders, Eli peered down at her nails, as if the biggest mistake of her life really meant so little to her. 

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Night Shift || Darcy and Eli

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dxrcy:

Darcy blinked slowly, as she took in what the other brunette had to say about her current predicament. She had been told that there would be times when people in the bar would seek solace in her and attempt to confide, and she had learned over the past few weeks that the solace some sought varied. What came out of the woman however was something she hadn’t been expecting. “Do you want me to hit him for you? I have a really good right hook…” Darcy said, her voice low as she leaned in a little. 

There was concern etched on her features as she tried to figure out if there was truly a way for her to help out or not. She doubted it, but if she could, she would at least try. The thoughts slowedhowever, when a question was posed her way. “It’s good, I’m still getting used to it though.” She replied. Darcy could handle the words of soldiers in a surgical ward during the second world war, but she couldn’t handle some of the things that spewed out of peoples’ mouths whilst they were drunk, and she was still learning how to respond properly, even after such a long time. 

Gabrielle raised a brow at the comment from the other woman. She didn’t look like anything extraordinary, though looks could definitely be deceiving. She was a prime example of that. But, the woman wouldn’t stand a chance, none the less. Many had already tried that little answer to her problem. “If only it were that simple. Pretty sure he can’t even be killed.” A frown crossed her features. That was closer to the truth then she really like to think about.

Raising a bottle to her forgotten bottle to her lips and took a long drink of the warming liquid. Happy to change the subject off of herself, she listened, no matter how boring the conversation would no doubt be. It did confirm that the young woman was new to town,  though, that wasn’t surprising. All the non-tourists were easy to remember. And a new face that was bound to be permanent, or at least semi-permanent, was easy to spot. “I was a bartender. Once. I do not miss it at all. Can get a little out of hand at times.”

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unwanted || Lydiya &Eli

Lydiya’s brow furrowed in confusion and looked at the bracelet, then the woman and repeated that process for a moment before raising her brow. “What’s the catch, because trust me. My sticky little fingers want that bracelet for money purposes but the real question is, are you going to call the cops on me after I take it, or is this something that’s legit. I’m not down for a set up, lady.” Her brow raised with more of a serious tone as she narrowed one eye looking over the woman to see if there was anything that could be shady about it.

“Did you steal it?” She finally asked crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not about the hot goods life unless I stole the hot goods.”

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A laugh bubbled out of her lips and she gave a shake of her head. “If I wanted to call the cops, I’d find a better way to trap someone than handing them a bracelet in the middle of the street.” Eli’s eyebrow raised in a manor that said as if. Dropping her arm with the outstretched box she gave a quick shrug of her shoulders. People were so untrusting now a days, though, she couldn’t really blame them. She’d be skeptical of someone just handing something like that to her as well.

“Do you want a receipt? Because I don’t have one of those. It came from a man that I’d rather not have things from.” Which was all the brunette was willing to say about that. It wasn’t a subject she like revisiting. “So do you want it or not. I’m sure someone else will gladly take it if you don’t.”

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Unwanted || Charlie & Eli

Charlie stood in line patiently at the post office, a stack of letters in hand. Holiday greeting cards to her old college pals and distant family members. It was polite to stay in touch, especially when one never knew what favors connections could supply. She traced the elegant calligraphy with her index finger as she tried to ignore the snippy woman in front of her. It never served Charlie to be unnecessarily rude to public servants. She had been fortunate enough to live a life of extreme privilege, working only for her leisure and not a paycheck.

Although she was halfway listening in on the woman at the front of the line speak she didn’t expect to be directly greeted. “Uhm..” She tucked her letters under her arm and opened the velvet box, her nose scrunching up. It didn’t meet her standards by any means. Charlie enjoyed priceless gems, jewels of the world’s most illustrious rulers. “No, thank you.” She sat the box on the post office counter. “Perhaps this nice lady would like it, instead.” Charlie was sure the flashy trinket would pay this woman’s rent for many months.

“Or..” Her teeth caught the edge of her tongue, withholding a snarky remark to the tune of You could sell it and use the money to have that stick removed from your ass.

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Eli didn’t really care what happened to the bracelet. It was nothing more than a burden in her mind. So turning and handing it to the woman at the counter meant nothing. With a shrug of her shoulders, she did just that, pushing the item in front of the other woman, she turned back to the woman she had first intended to hand it off too. Eyes traveled her, a frown on her lips.

First impressions were everything, and this one was less than great. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed. “It isn’t every day that someone turns there nose up at free diamonds.” The word snobbish came to mind with that thought. Folding her arms over her chest, she turned on her heels. “Guess this is over. I’d say it was lovely to meet you, but that’s be too much of an exaggeration.”

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Unwanted | Eli & Claire

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claire-davenport:

Apparently somewhere down the line of being Press Liaison for the mayors office, Claire had also picked up duties that would normally be done by an assistant. As she walked up the side walk that led to the small but impressively advanced post office, Claire had her phone to her ear, the voice of a reporter from the ‘Spiritvale Gazette’ ringing in her ear. “Yes, Carson, I understand that this is the third time the interview has been push-” She rolled her eyes as she was cut off. “Okay, Carson. Remind me to go with Madeline the next time we need a sit down. And don’t pull the ‘you wouldn’t dare’ like, because you and I have known each other for years, you know very well I would.” 

Claire pulled open the doors, walking in as her heels clicked on the marble flooring that covered the whole building. She was heading towards the P.O. Box reserved for the town hall, and specifically the Mayor himself. Claire smirked as the man on the other end told her exactly what she wanted to hear. “Perfect, I’ll be sure to tell him you’re excited to see him come Wednesday afternoon. Thank you again for your understanding and flexibility, Carson.” She said sweetly as she pulled her phone down, looking down to toss it into her bag, only to stop in her tracks at the voice of another. The woman before her had a box handed out to her and Claire just chuckled. “You know, there are nicer ways to give a gift. Claiming you ‘don’t want it’ isn’t a very good selling point.” 

The chirp of her phone brought her attention from the woman as she pulled it from a pocket and smirked at the text on it, all but forgetting about the bracelet in her still outstretched hand. Sending off a quick response, the phone was deposited back where it came from. Shifting her weight on her heels, she looked back to the woman. Typical. Someone was always looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“Wasn’t really looking for a selling point. If I wanted a selling point, I’d be selling it. And since I’m literally handing it to a stranger- Well, perhaps good fortune will befall someone else then.” Her hand fell, letting the box fall with it. What a pity. With a shrug of her shoulders, Eli rolled her shoulders. “You sure you don’t want it? It’d look magnificent with your outfit.”

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Unwanted || Acacia & Eli

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Long legs strode across the pavement of the sidewalk, their owner’s eyes wandering around the little shops in the hopes of finding something worth her time. The town was fucking useless and boring. The people in it were dull as dishwater and she couldn’t even shoot anything. Ash was MIA, Nico was being… Nico. Maria was busy bothering Roman, who was NO FUCKING FUN. Gia was tormenting Axel (which in Acacia’s opinion was the only fun thing to do). She was bored. Acacia bored was a bad thing. She hated this thing. 

On her way past one of the buildings, Acacia was accosted, a small box thrust into her hand. “Sorry?” She asked as she looked down at the box. It was a jewelry box, though from where she didn’t know. Nimble fings flipped it open to reveal a very beautiful and expensive looking bracelet. “Typically, I gotta take a gal on a few dates before she gives me something this nice and while its clearly my color -diamond, I haven’t got the faintest idea where to hock something like that in this town. Unless,” Acacia pulled the bracelet out of the box, spinning it around her finger. “It’s a down payment for some wet work.” Oh, how she wanted a job in this place. She doubted anyone would hire her. She wasn’t broadcasting who and what she was. 

She made to hand it back to the woman, an apology on her lips. “Killer heels, though,” she said glancing down at the woman. “Did you get them in this town because I’m in serious need of shopping spree and there is fuck all for fashion in this place.” 

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Eyebrow raise, her head cocked to the side, eyeing up the other woman, her curiosity had been perked. Having someone turn down the gift hadn’t been something she had even considered. If it hadn’t been from her estranged husband, there’s no doubt in her mind that she would have paired it with a killer outfit. At least once. Lips piercing, she folded her hands across her chest, not making to take the thing back. It would be giving in if she did. “Consider it your lucky face then, doll. Don’t even have to tell me your name to keep that little trinket.” 

Peering down, Eli’s shoulders rolled as a smirk graced her lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. Heels like these could never be found in this rinky dink little town. I got these in Paris. Or Mulan. Possibly New York. It’s been a hot minute since I got them. Shopping trips tend to blur together after a while.” Now, this really peaked her interest. The woman had a good eye, that was for sure. 

“Sadly, I think you may have to go to Denver to get anything worth while around here. I tend to get things shipped to me, though. What size are you?” Smacking her lips, she reached up rubbing at the corner. Just a bit of her lipstick had smeared, which she fixed.

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Unwanted || Lyric & Eli

Lyric walked swiftly through the streets of downtown Spiritvale, smiling at a few familiar faces along the way, stopping to kiss a few cheeks. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t seem to spend her free time not at the cemetery. Every single moment she had free, she tried to spend it with Copeland, but of course her daughter had a life of her own, one that Lyric watched carefully but from afar. She trusted her daughter and knew that no matter what would happen, eventually she’d come to tell Lyric what was going on in her life. If Lyric knew anything about her daughter, it was not to push her.

She felt her phone buzz and reached into her bag, flicking open the wallet case of her phone and smiling at Copeland’s message. Quickly, she texted back ‘Okay. Have fun. Love you. Hot chocolate tonight?” That was when she heard a voice and saw a woman standing in front of her with a piece of jewelry that made Lyric’s eyes bug out of her head.

“Woah….” She said, her green eyes moving up toward the person in front of her. “Are you serious? Whoever gave you this must have really really pissed you off for you to give something like this up. I mean…”  

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Eyes bored, she let pulled the bracelet out of the box, letting it twirl around her index finger. It was a symbol, a sign of everything she had hoped to leave behind so long ago. Sadly, Eli knew better. Though, that didn’t mean that she would admit to the utter failure that had become her constant attempt at letting that part go.

“Husbands can be a fickle thing. And I’d rather see the world burn than accept something from him,” her voice was cold, faraway in a sense. Extending her arm once more, she dangled it like candy waiting to be snatched. “I’m very serious, in the giving it away. I’m sure the receipt’s in the box if you want proof that I didn’t go out and steal the blasted thing.” Tilting her head to one side, her eyes took in the woman. It was an offer than not many would pass on. Why would they? It was free.

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Night Shift || Darcy and Eli

There was a low hum in the bar, the rush had come and gone, and only some of the patrons sat watching the hockey game on the television, while the others whom she wasn’t as used to seeing frequent the Gaslight, chatted up those that had accompanied them. Darcy stood behind the counter with a cloth on her shoulder, brown eyes flitting over the back of the bar, as she tried to figure out what she could get to next. With a sigh, the brunette lifted her gaze and scanned along the drinks that sat atop the top of the bar, most of them were still filled. Then, as if on a whim, she began to make her way down the bar to the person seated at the end of it, and offered them a warm smile as she approached. “How’s your night going?”

The question was innocent enough, but she hoped that there was no bother in it. She was bored, but that wasn’t anything unusual. Keeping her mind occupied, however, allowed her to keep from getting distracted by daydreaming of the ecstasy that was warm blood hitting her tongue.

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Gabrielle didn’t tend to go to bars. They weren’t her style. She much preferred being at home, though, on the occasion she would go out. The beer did nothing for her, but over the years the taste was familiar. Sitting alone, like she did when she would go out, she had expected the night to go much like it had any other night. She was in a mood. Her beloved husband, a man she hadn’t had a conversation with in over a century, had once again survived the attempt on his life. This little dance the two of them were doing had grown old, she just wanted to be rid of the man. So she ordered a few shots, quick to down them, before letting her head fall forward. 

Glancing up at the voice, her eyes rolled slightly, though she wasn’t really annoyed about the intrusion. “It’d be better if my husband could take a hint. But I don’t see that happening any time soon, so,” she bit out, her voice cold as her eyes flicked away from the woman. “Enjoying the job at the bar?”

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Unwanted || Open

Perfectly manicured nails clicking on the counter of the post office, Eli had a frown on her lips as she waited for the package that just couldn’t be delivered to her home. Without even seeing it, she knew who it was from. Her estranged husband, as divorce was not an option, had survived the latest attempt, sadly. “Miss Paxton? Can I get you to sign here?” the lady asked as a full on scowl form on her face. “It’s Mrs.” She bit out, jerking the pen out of the woman’s hand and signing the paper.

Taking possession of the little box, the woman bit back a grown at the size of it So it hadn’t even been close. Eli was really losing her touch when it came to the hired help she sent after her beloved husband. The click clack of her stilettos echoed around the room as she pushed her way outside. Opening it to see a diamond tennis bracelet nestled in black velvet, Gabrielle rolled her eyes before stopping in front of the nearest person. “Take this. Pawn it. Give it to someone. I don’t care, I just don’t want it.”

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New Skins || Maria & Eli

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Spiritvale certainly had proven exciting.  

Ever since moving in to the supposedly sleepy tourist town death and destruction had been plaguing the place non-stop.  Even if she couldn’t ‘see’ it per-say, she still knew shit was only a hair away from hitting the fan.  But, bloodshed and tension hadn’t slowed her down in the slightest when it came to getting her latest business up and running.  If anything the fact that everyone in town was stressed the fuck out only seemed to boost her business - the yoga studio was rarely empty with people desperately seeking relaxation in any way that they could.  

Sunday was one of the rare days that the studio hours were cut short, mainly so she could do maintenance and have a little breathing room.  The inane chatter of mortals drove her mad some days and she was hard pressed not to throw off her charm and swallow the offenders whole.  Ah, but it was Sunday and she was blissfully alone, sitting in front of one of the massive floor to ceiling windows in a full-lotus position with a spread of paperwork in front of her.  It was all in braille of course - really it was delightfully handy in stopping nosy customers from reading over her shoulder.  The vast majority were dull tax forms or patron applications and information that needed sorting and entering in her work laptop, but there was the odd letter from  old friends around the globe that still wanted to keep in touch with their favourite snake-woman.

When she heard a soft footstep from behind her she wrinkled her nose in distaste, shoving the papers off of her lap and fluidly shifting from Full Lotus into Kapotasana.  Her lower legs remained flat on the floor facing forwards, but her back arched backwards until her forearms were planted on the floor behind her feet and she was staring directly at whomever had wandered into the closed studio, albeit looking at them upside-down.

“Y’know it’s really rude sneaking up on a blind woman,” she deadpanned, looking none to pleased at her unwanted guest.  “And also, are you blind?  Because the sign on the door says I’m closed.”

Eli had walked into the yoga studio with every intention of trying to find an instructor. The stress of her former life always lurking in the background as she tried to move on from past events, yet nothing seemed to help. And if it did, it didn’t help for long. Her eyes had easily zeroed in on who could only be the owner of said establishment. She paused for a moment, before walking forward, heels clicking with every step.

There was nothing the vampire hated more than unnecessary rudeness. “Pity then, that I didn’t see a closed sign anywhere on the door. Hm. Seems like you should really make sure something like that is actually there,” Eli snarked, not even sure that the sign hadn’t been there. Maybe a nice flashing sign would have gotten her attention and deterred her from entering- though probably not.

“And here I was hoping that you would be a semi-competent teacher. Looks like I’ll just go somewhere else for instruction. I hear that the internet is a wonderful place for something like that.” Arms folding across her chest, she let her eyes focus on the woman bent over in front of her. Head tilting slightly, her brow rose in confusion. “isn’t that uncomfortable? Surely you can’t just stay in that position forever.”

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Faceclaim: Karla Souza Name: Gabrielle “Eli” Paxton Age: Appears 27 (300+) Species: Vampire Occupation:  Event Coordinator How Long Have They Been in Spiritvale?: This time? About a year

Growing up the daughter of married man and his housekeeper, Gabrielle grew accustomed to the hateful looks her step-mother and step-siblings often gave her. So when he purposed a match between her and one of the men who roamed in the same circle of friends as him, Gabrielle jumped at it.

The man, Lorcan, seemed to be everything that her father was. Lorcan was charming and sweet and it wasn’t long before she was head over heels for the man. It didn’t take long for his dark secret to come to light. But with the option of spending an eternity with him, knowing that he was a vampire wasn’t quite as daunting. Eli spent the next several decades as nothing more than his thrall. With empty promises of when she’d be changed. Let yourself age a little more. Or Let the world recover from the war we are fighting. Still, she stood by him.

A rival of his, Mathias, cornered her one day, and compelled her not to move or cry out as he drained her of blood before leaving her on his doorstep. When she awoke, transformed, her opinion on being a thrall had changed. She was further enraged to learn that her dear sire had compelled and then killed her family in hopes of keeping her separated from them. I’m her eyes it was the ultimate betrayal.

Mathias took Eli under his wing when she failed to kill her sire, memories over the past several decades tainted by what he had done. Slowly, her humanity leaked away as she grew cold towards humans. They became little more than a toy to pass the time with. Departing from Mathias, Eli ventured out on her own, determined to feel something other than rage and hurt again.

Vindictive self serving, and a lack of control (where blood is concerned), are three things that describe Eli almost perfectly. Never one to let a wrong that has happened to her go, she’s always been a play to win not to get even kind of girl. If you become one of the few she allows in, she will protect you, as long as it benefits her own desires.

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