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Elle Peterson

This was never part of the plan.

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a character in “Last of the American Girls”, as played by Imaveronica

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"Adventure was never part of the plan."

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Name:
Elle Amanda Peterson
Nicknames:
Ellie (by siblings)
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Ethnicity:
American




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"Looks are nothing if the heart is cruel."


Appearance:
Standing at 5'6", Elle may appear to be unathletic. However, blessed with strong legs and a quick pace, she can run rather quickly. Her outfits may be what keep her strength so under the radar. She dresses simple, usually in sweat pants and a jacket with some worn out t shirt underneath. Elle bares a tattoo on her inner wrist of 5 small silhouettes of birds flying towards her palm. Each bird represents a member of her family, and this tattoo is an important reminder to her of them. She has long wavy and constantly tangled brown hair. Elle resembles her mother, and it is something she is very proud of.




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"Act only on good thoughts and you will perform noble deeds."

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Personality:
Growing up dirt poor Elle has learned to take pleasure in small things. Whether it be acts of kindness, a free meal, or a conversation with someone new. She's always considerate and her heart is constantly open to giving out love. And in her eyes, generosity, hard work, and love are the three most important things a person can remember. Elle was a typically shy when it came to being at school, she never developed any really friendships, only with her siblings in which case she was loud and sarcastic. She could spend hours laughing at the dumbest things, and lamest jokes.


Talents:
Ability to lie on the spot -
Can fall asleep anywhere -
Is not afraid of risks -
Patience-
Running -
Weaknesses:
Takes things to heart -
Asks to many questions -
Believes the first thing she hears -
Fears:
The truth of her family -
She will loose a clear vision of right from wrong -




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"it's quiet uptown..."


History:
Elle was born in the heart of Brooklyn, New York to a poor young couple. Growing up the oldest of 4 she was given responsibility at a young age. Whether it be babysitting or cooking dinner for the night, Elle shined. As a child Elle strived at making her mother proud and taught her 2 younger sisters to do the same. The Peterson family lived in a 3 room apartment. Kept in tight quarters, Elle shared everything she owned with her sisters, it could be clothes, nail polish, or make up, they shared it all. Her brother, possibly the family favorite due to being the youngest of the four was often stuck in hand-me-downs. He got lots of winter jackets and jeans from his older sisters. Elle's father provided the income of the family, working as a night guard at a small bank in Brooklyn, while her mother waitressed part time during the day.

As Elle grew to be 18 years old, her father uncovered a secret to her. He had gotten hold of a family heirloom, a gold cross with blue jewels going up and down it, that was worth $50,000 alone. When the cross was flipped over, and a small latch was undone it opened up a compartment just large enough to fit a single folded piece of paper. On the piece of paper contained all the necessary information and codes to unlock a safe. Elle's father told her that the money in that safe could last a lifetime, and could fill all the needs they could ever think of. He also told her that all he had to do was sell the cross in order to get the money to fly to the safe, located Alsace, France. After that he then planned to buy back the cross.

As Mr. Peterson searched out the proper person to sell to over the span of 2 years, he came across the wrong group of people. When the realized the crosses worth, they threaten to take the life of each person in the Peterson's family if he didn't hand over the cross, with in that week. Instead of doing as told Mr. Peterson ran home and hid the cross. 3 days later, now 20 years old, Elle came home to an empty house, her family gone. Elle packed her things and left, aware of what her father had caused. She filed a missing persons case for every one of them and lived in shelters across the city, waiting. Several weeks later Elle concluded the fate of her family and set off to find and steal back the cross.




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Elle Peterson's Story

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"Come on let's go before she makes another move." Elle said giggling and bumping into Abby. They headed for the car and Elle slid into the passengers, already growing accustomed to feel of the car. She liked it though, the seat was soft and she didn't feel incredibly cramped.

"To the moutains!" Elle exclaimed pointing at the road.

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"Okay, I'm taking a break. I seriously need to stretch my legs," she said, signalling and pulling in. They were in the middle of nowhere, seemingly, but strategically placed picnic benches betrayed that illusion. She pulled in a few feet from one of them and climbed out of the car, stretching a little. "So, welcome to the mountains. If we keep driving, we'll probably find a town or something where we can stay the night but also see the sights. Unless you feel like sleeping in the-" She stopped talking, something cutting her off. She could have sworn that she'd heard a branch break, a footstep. She held a finger to her lips, listening to the silence. But, in hindsight, it was probably just an approaching car. Still, she reached into the car, retrieved her gun, and belted the holster around her waist.

"I think we're good. Sorry, old habits die hard and all that," she said.

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Elle smiled as the car finally came to a halt. Seeing the mountains around her was incredible, but actually getting out of the car and stepping onto the soil felt so good. The air was thinner up here, and slightly colder. The view in all directions made up for the temperature though, it was breath taking. When Abby quieted Elle before she could speak and reached for her gun Elle stiffened up. However, a large truck drove by seconds later and Elle's mind was put at ease.

"We're fine don't worry." Elle said patting the other girl on the shoulder and wandering in towards the trees. "I'd say we've got like 4 hours till dark right? Plenty of time, before we have to drive somewhere with more civilization!" She continued to talk although facing away from Abby.

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As the truck drove past, Abby exhaled a little, feeling her shoulders relax. But even so, she kept her gun at her side. She reached into the car and pulled on a jacket. "Hiking sounds good," she said, starting to walk to catch up with Elle. "So, which way do you want to go? Follow a path or risk wandering through the woods?" She asked, glancing around. She still felt a little uneasy, but had to tell herself to just keep moving. It would pass with time.

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"We don't want to get to crazy, especially with this being my first time." Elle responded stepping out of the brush and onto a gravel path. "I honestly don't know what poison ivy looks like, or how to tell if a snake is venomous... So path it is!" She smiled breathing in the cool air.

They continued walking on getting further in, to the point where Abby's car was no visible. Elle had picked about a dozen leaves off the trees as she passed them and kicked nearly a thousand rocks. With her backpack pulled tightly to herself by the straps she ran ahead of Abby exclaiming "Oh take a picture of me, I'll face this way, so it's just my back." She stopped about 20 feet ahead of the other girl and facing away from her yelled back "Does this look g-" Elle's sentence was cut short, when she heard yells, only a few, but the voices were deep and they seemed to be on the same path.

Elle looked to Abby quickly with slight panic, hoping for the same reassurance she had provided to the other girl earlier before that it was nothing.

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Abby could only laugh a little at Elle, shaking her head at the other girl's excitement. Even if Abby hadn't gone up to the mountains all that much, she had gone for walks in the forest and so on with her parents, so this was nothing new. Every so often, she found herself glancing back every so often.

She barely heard Elle's request for a photo, having heard something that was very definitely not a truck. One hand went to her gun, glancing back at Elle. She put a finger to her lips, perhaps unnecessarily so, but she wasn't taking any chances.

And then she heard their voices. "They went this way!" Male, and angry. Too far away to tell if they were familiar or not.

"Run," she said, her voice hushed. "They're probably after us," she said, drawing her gun and starting into a jog. "Follow me. If we get separated, head back towards the gun. My phone's in my bag. If I'm not back after ten minutes, text Mikey, tell him everything, and drive. Get your ass out of there, and don't look back." She instructed.

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The longer they stood in that moment, the clearer the voices became. And suddenly Abby was giving instructions and they were running further into the forest, steering off path. Elle's heart beat had quickened and she prayed for adrenaline to help her through this moment.

"Okay this is probably a bad time to mention this..." Elle said taking deep breathes and speaking only loud enough for Abby. "But well, I can't-... I don't know how to drive." She panted sticking next to the other girl. As long as they didn't split up it won't be a problem, on the of chance they did, she could at least hide near the car. And who was Mikey? Her cop friend?

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It was almost immediately obvious that Elle wasn't quite as fit as Abby, which was just another in a long list of their problems. And then Elle dropped the bombshell- if anything happened to Abby, she was stuck here. Abby swore under her breath, glancing over her shoulder. "Alright, change of plan. Don't text Mikey, call him, and whatever you do, don't hang up. He can trace the call and find your location as long as you're on the line. And keep moving. Run, walk, crawl if you have to, just get away from here. If they're after me, then they won't bother pursuing you. It's my blood they want," She instructed, still jogging. A bullet shattered the bark of a tree a few metres from their heads, and she sped into a sprint. As she ran, she spotted a cabin up ahead. Probably expensive, possibly alarmed, but a hideaway. She darted to the side, intending on heading around the back. She darted behind the house, pressing her back to the wall, and listening.

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Elle nodded quickly, saving her breath, as Abby reexplained the plans. The shot of a gun sounded behind them quickly caused both girls to excel in speed as the ran. Elle saw the cabin just as Abby did and followed after the other girl in its direction. However, the brunettes speed could not complete with her friend's, and in seconds she was running on her own bound for the cabin.

The first thing she spotted was a rail of stairs going up to the second floor of the cabin. Elle,ran around the staircase and underneath lay a pile of wood about 6 feet tall. She sandwiched herself between the pile and the wall of the house and got as low as possible.

Making little noise, she caught her breath and pressed her eyes shut tight, practically praying for invisibility.

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She held her breath as she heard footsteps approaching, but released it as they moved away. After a few seconds of silence, she started rooting in her pocket, praying that she had left it in this jacket after all. Her hands closed around the fabric pouch, and she grinned. Silently, she made her way over to the door, and knelt down, pulling her lock picking tools out of the pocket and getting to work. Breaking a window or kicking the door down would be easier, but much louder and more noticeable. So instead, she picked the lock and let herself into the house. All the while, she kept both hands on her gun, keeping her breath and her footsteps as quiet as possible.

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Elle was shrunk down behind the wood pile, waiting, her eyes shut tight and her face down, who knows how long until the footsteps and voices finally moved along. They seemed to walk around to the other side of the house and Elle slowly stood up straight. Abby was no where, and that was a problem because in all honesty she couldn't make it much longer without the other girl, she needed her. Abby was strong, brave, and most importantly she could make a plan. With no Abby, Elle was defenseless, and had absolutely no sense of direction.

Elle slid out from behind the wood pile, and pressed herself against the side of the house. She started quietly along towards the backyard, which seemed like the safer option. Just as she peaked around the corner, to see an empty yard, someone yanked on her arm violently pulling her away from the backyard view. She turned almost to quickly to see a tall dark man standing over her, a gun in the hand that wasn't wrapped around Elle's upper arm.

"Where's the other one?! Where did she go?" He voice, gravelly as it was, shouted the questions at her furiously. Elle shook in his grip almost to stunned to respond. "I don't know! I don't know!" Tears of fear fell down her face, if such a thing existed. The man's grip tightened even further and he held the gun up to her temple. The cold metal was warning enough."A car, a black car, with no top...d- down the mountain, I'm supposed to go there!" Elle cried.

Did Abby say to meet at the car? Or don't go by the car... Or.... move the car? All thoughts were lost on her.

Another man was approaching in the background of what was becoming hazy to Elle. "Her car, the black corvette... This girl was meeting her back there. Check the perimeter one more time with the others then start heading that way, she's probably already on her way to the car." The man holding her arm instructed. The opposite man looked to Elle "What about her?" He questioned. "Put her out and leave her, clearly she wasn't important enough for Abby, let's not waste time." The first man quickly responded nodding to his partner.

Clearly she's not important enough. Echoed into Elle's brain. The first man turned towards her, released his grip of her arm and taking the back of his gun, swung it into Elle's temple.

She fell to the ground and everything went black.

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As the lock clicked and the door swung open, a man's voice suddenly started yelling. She darted into the house and shoved the door behind her- not completely closed, though- she left it open just enough to hear what was going on. They were yelling about her, and she heard Elle yelling back. She silently swore to herself. They should have made up a false story or something, something to lead them astray. And then Elle told them about her car, where it was. She swore again, waiting for silence to fall. She pulled on her jacket and pulled her hood over her head, tucking her hair into the hood. She was planning on either heading straight for the car to confront them, or finding Elle to... Well, find a way out.

But as she turned the corner, she found Elle on the ground. She swore, not so silently this time, and bent down to pick her up.

She moved Elle inside and scribbled a quick note.

"Stay here. If I don't come back within a few hours, call this number and tell him everything that happened. Don't go wandering the woods, it's not safe."

She didn't sign the note, just left it by Elle's hand. And then, readjusting her hood and checking her gun, she headed back out into the woods.

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As Elle woke up, she felt a pounding sensation in her head, instantly she raised her hand to her eyes and rubbed them gently. As things became clearer she realized she was laying on a couch inside the cabin she had been outside of earlier. Elle groaned trying to pull herself up to a seated position.

"Hello?" She called gently looking around the empty cabin. Nothing. She tried to stand up, but her brain told her no. As she shifted positions a piece of paper fell off the couch to the floor and Elle bent down slowly to pick it up.

Abbey... Elle began to panic reading the note. A few hours...? Has it been a few hours? Has it been minutes? Days? She turned to see a home phone rested on the side table along with a clock. She must have been out an hour minimum. Elle laid back down pulling the couches spread blanket over her. There wasn't much she could do for now, except wait.

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Once Abby left the cabin, she took into a sprint, heading for the car. Every so often, she slowed to a walk, listening to her surroundings. Mostly, it was silence. Every so often, she could hear them yelling at each other in the distance. If it was the thugs she thought it was, they weren't exactly the brightest crayons in the box. She'd be able to outsmart them pretty easily. The only reason they'd managed to avoid capture was probably sheer stupidity.

There was no sign of them when she reached the car- but as she went to start the ignition, a voice cut across.

"Move and a bullet goes through your head."
"Frank," she said jovially, climbing out of the car and putting a hand on her gun. He lifted the gun a little higher, but barely reacted as she closed the car door and leaned against it. "What are you doing up here?"
"Looking for you, you little rat," he snarled. She raised an eyebrow, laughing a little.
"What are you on about?"
"The cops! You told them everything!" He yelled. She feigned shock.
"What? The cops busted all of you? Jesus, I knew they were onto me, but not you guys as well. How many got out?" She asked. Her plan was working- his gun wavered and dropped a little. God, stupidity really was a weapon.
"You don't care! You ratted us out!" He yelled.
"Dude, I've been on the run for a few days now. If I had ratted you out, don't you think I would have at least bargained for immunity?" She asked. She had- but he didn't know that. His gun dropped altogether- and that was when she lashed out. She slammed the barrel of her gun across his forehead, and he crumpled.

And that was when she took to waiting. His partner wouldn't be far behind. And sure enough, he stumbled out of the woods a few seconds later. "Frank?" He called. Abby stepped from behind and knocked him out as well. The thugs taken care of, she drove down the road a little and pulled the car in at a more inconspicuous spot- one where her car wouldn't be the only one there, where it wouldn't be suspicious. She grabbed the most important of her belongings out of the car and hiked back up to the cabin.

She hadn't completely shut the door behind her, so it was easy to get in. But as soon as the door was shut again, she locked it and pulled the curtains around it.

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Elle had closed her eyes again and pulled the blanket up to her chin. When she heard the door rattle open she shifted slowly to a sitting position instantly relieved to see Abby closing curtains around the house. She sighed in relief laying her head against the back of the couch. Elle couldn't help but feel guilty for her actions earlier. She had been anything but helpful so far.

"Abby- god I'm so sorry." She said softly rubbing her head. "I was never meant to do this stuff, I haven't ran high school track in 2 years, I'm not good at planning. I panic in most situations and I bruise easily." She said pushing her hair behind her ear. "And you know what, if I had to choose a career right now I'd probably be a grade school teacher- can you imagine one of your grade school teachers running through a forest...?" She was rambling, out of stress sure, but being honest was important. She was not built to be a CSI agent and she hoped Abby would be able to understand that.

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Elle had closed her eyes again and pulled the blanket up to her chin. When she heard the door rattle open she shifted slowly to a sitting position instantly relieved to see Abby closing curtains around the house. She sighed in relief laying her head against the back of the couch. Elle couldn't help but feel guilty for her actions earlier. She had been anything but helpful so far.

"Abby- god I'm so sorry." She said softly rubbing her head. "I was never meant to do this stuff, I haven't ran high school track in 2 years, I'm not good at planning. I panic in most situations and I bruise easily." She said pushing her hair behind her ear. "And you know what, if I had to choose a career right now I'd probably be a grade school teacher- can you imagine one of your grade school teachers running through a forest...?" She was rambling, out of stress sure, but being honest was important. She was not built to be a CSI agent and she hoped Abby would be able to understand that.

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Almost as soon as she got in, Elle was talking at her. Abby let her finish, holding up her hands. "Elle, it's fine. You didn't know what you were getting into," she said, walking over to the couch and dropping the bags on the ground. "But we need to develop a contingency plan. Something for you to tell them if they get a hold of you again." She pulled down her hood and sat on one of the arm chairs. "Just... don't tell the truth," she said, laughing a little.

"I'd offer to let you go home, but you can't do that, can you? You've still got people after you." She sighed, shoving her gun into her holster. "Elle, how on earth did you get yourself into this mess? I mean, I go looking for trouble, it's in my nature. But you don't seem to be that type. Couldn't you have found some other solution?" She asked.

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Elle watched Abby walk around to sit in a nearby chair, listening and she confirmed that it was okay, they'd be okay for now. Then Abby brought up the other girls situation.

"Look when I was deciding to do what I did I had nothing... The same nothing I still have. No more family, no money, no home. When you feel like you have nothing to loose life threatening things don't seem to big anymore. I pretty much had nothing to loose, so I went for it." She sighed, remembering her thought process over the last month. "If I died trying, no one would notice, but if I got the cross and got out of there I could start over somewhere else. Start fresh."

She pulled her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. "It's to hard to keep living when all your living for is minimum wage and a shitty housing situation. I guess it was an all or nothing situation." She finished.

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Abby sighed, shaking her head a little. "You don't have to stick with me, you know. I won't hold any grudges. You've seen how ruthless those guys are, and they're not above using you to get to me. Trust me, I worked with them for long enough. I mean, I'm going to get in contact with Mikey at some point, tell them where we saw them, and hopefully get a status update. But still, you're putting yourself in unnecessary danger by sticking with me."

She laughed to herself a little. "You wanna know why I got into this? Why gangs were so appealing? Because I didn't have to be all prim and proper all the time. My family went from rags to riches practically overnight, and I had to change myself. But with the gang, there was none of that. It was an act of rebellion, and just look where it got me!" She remarked, spreading her arms a little.

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"So you really did chose this?" Elle asked furrowing her eyebrows. "Your parents were suddenly able to give you everything and you rebelled against that?" She questioned, as if unable to understand the concept. Elle pulled the blanket over her shoulders adjusting her position.

"And I don't want to ditch you." She shrugged. "I like you."

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"Nah, don't get me wrong. I loved having everything, it was just... I always had to go to these fancy dinner parties in dresses that weren't really my style to talk to people I barely knew about things I didn't care about, while eating food I didn't really like. I could never swear in public. I loved having nice clothes and knowing I could go to the cinema with my friends without worrying about the cost and going to a private school, it was just... everything that came with it. I rebelled with the expectations of my status, not my status itself," she explained. She was really starting to feel entitled and a little guilty.

"You sure? I mean, you're going to be running from twice as many men with guns," she replied, grinning a little. "I know I'm fabulous and all, but..."

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"I'm cool with it. Remember, we're in this together." Elle smiled half heartedly. Her head was still in pain from being hit. The house was quiet, Elle liked it. She wondered how long the cabin would be empty. Maybe there was food in the pantry somewhere. She would definitely be able to think better with food in her stomach.

"Do you think they have pasta?" She asked suddenly, looking over her shoulder towards the kitchen.

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"Probably. You can go look, though, I just saved your ass. I deserve a break," Abby responded, swinging her legs over the edge of the chair and leaning her head back. The lack of adrenaline suddenly left her feeling a little exhausted, and also a little hungry. She was used to it, though. Adrenaline rushes were nothing new for her, and neither was the come down. "Cook me some as well if you are cooking," she said. "Please," she adds, grinning at Elle.

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"You did nothing of the sort." Elle said scrunching her eyebrows, instantly taken back by the other girls words. She prepared herself for a rebuttal. "First you ran off without me while we were being chased then I got hit unconscious -which I'm still recovering from thanks for asking. Only after that did you leave me in this cabin alone." There was a pause before she finished and Elle let out a loud huff of breath. "So no, you did not save my ass in the slightest." She snapped standing up slowly. Elle moved around the couch towards the kitchen. A pang of annoyance flowing through her. She went to the pantry and grabbed the first box of noodles she saw, chicken flavored ramen. The brunette rolled her eyes at Abby's request for food. "Whatever you say Brook Hill..." She muttered under her breath and pulling out a pot from the cabinet.

Maybe the assumptions about Brook Hill kids weren't to far off after all...

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Abby folded her arms as Elle spoke, raising an eyebrow. As Elle made her way into the kitchen, Abby followed. "Okay, well, next time, I'll leave you to deal with it yourself and see what happens. No plans, no rendezvous, no information. Maybe that way, you won't put us both in danger by spilling our meeting point," she retorted, leaning against a cupboard. "And would you rather that I shut us both in here instead of taking them both out? While you were unconscious and unable to defend yourself? Would you prefer to wake up in the middle of a firefight? Because, trust me, I can let all of those things happen next time. This isn't Brook Hill talking, this is two years in a gang talking," she continued.