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Elijah Blythe

"I know that it's exciting running through the night, but every perfect summer's eating me alive."

0 · 490 views · located in Mountain Brook

a character in “More Sinned Against”, as played by PutAnotherX




age: 17
sexuality: Closeted Bisexual
birthday: July 10th
occupation: high school junior
hexcode: #f08572
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Elijah is bisexual. His sexual preferences have always been about fifty-fifty, but lately he's been leaning toward guys. He even had a three-month 'relationship' with a boy where they would only meet up at parties. He knows that his sexuality would never be accepted by his extremely devout Catholic parents, and he fears the escalation of physical and emotional abuse he would suffer if they ever found out.
rain & thunderstorms
wet, muddy fields
being home alone
indie music
meditative breathing exercises
herbal teas

talking to strangers
being in big groups
being alone
loud noises
playing violin
staying still too long
baggy jeans

constantly drawing and doodling
always daydreams at inopportune moments
prefers to drive instead of being a passenger
sleeps on his stomach
losing control
his parents
never escaping Mountain Brook
getting kicked off the soccer team

you are my sweetest downfall.
i loved you

Over the years, Elijah has transformed from a cute kid to a handsome young man. His looks have always leaned more towards 'cute' than 'sexy.' His nose has a bit of a bump where it's been broken a couple times, and his left eyebrow sprays up in the middle no matter how hard he tries to get it to lie flat. His facial structure is angular, but his youth lends him a softness around his cheeks. He has a dimple in his chin from a long-faded scar. He has dark brown hair with big, loose curls, and his dark brown eyes are wide and innocent. His skin is pale with warm gold undertones. He clocks in on the small side at 5'8" and 141 pounds.

Everyone knows Elijah as a sweet, good-natured guy, but he is also reserved and closed-off. He has a competitive streak when it comes to soccer and academics. He is responsible and hard-working, and he chases his goals tirelessly. He can be irritable at times. He has a low self esteem, but he hides it behind an easy-going attitude at school.

He has very neurotic tendencies. He's constantly in his own head, berating himself for not being good enough, despite straight A's and incredible athletic skill. He is well-liked among teachers and his peers because of his kindness and organizational skills.

Elijah also displays some of the classic signs of child abuse. He constantly seeks the approval of others and wishes to please everyone. He believes he can rescue people from harm. He often gets distracted. He has a nearly obsessive need to control his surroundings, and he tends to react to things in extreme, often excessive ways. The lack of privacy in his home leads him to be secretive and withholding.

there's more pain in love than we can find in hate.

When Elijah Grant Blythe was born, Amelia and Isaac Blythe saw it as the beginning of their perfect little family. What they didn't expect was an imperfect child. Elijah, through no fault of his own, was unable to live up to their very specific expectations as he grew, but that didn't mean that they couldn't "help" him be better. The two always made their displeasure known to their son, albeit in different ways. Amelia preferred the cold shoulder, a disapproving glare, and a sharp word or two. Isaac preferred his belt. At every transgression, Elijah was met with verbal, emotional, and/or physical abuse. Outside the house, the Blythes were the picture perfect Catholic family. Their child was well-dressed, polite, and well-behaved.

In elementary school, Elijah joined a soccer team and fell in love. It was one of the only ways he could escape his home life.

Elijah was about to begin middle school when his father moved the headquarters of his multi-million dollar tech company from Annapolis to Mountain Brook. He suddenly found himself living next door to a girl named Olive Paloma, and they quickly became inseparable. Despite the whispers around the neighborhood about their so-called romance, Elijah's feelings for Olive were only ever platonic, and he came out to her when they were thirteen.

He became Mountain Brook's soccer team captain and star player in his sophomore year, and he was offered a scholarship deal by the University of Virginia, depending on his continuing to get good grades and keep himself out of trouble. Later that same year, he began a strange, on-again-off-again relationship with a boy from the next town over. The two only met up at parties and never got past second base, but it was Elijah's first romantic experience. He broke it off for good after three months.

A few months before his classmate's death, Elijah's mother announced her pregnancy. The next week, he received an envelope in his locker with voyeuristic pictures of him with the other boy. His mother is now eight months along, and he still has not received any other communication from whoever took the pictures.

So begins...

Elijah Blythe's Story


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Character Portrait: Karin Matsuo Character Portrait: Alex Roberts Character Portrait: Lyn Montgomery Character Portrait: Blu Jameson Character Portrait: Riley O'Hara Character Portrait: Elijah Blythe Character Portrait: olive paloma Character Portrait: Willow Greyson Character Portrait: Derrick Matsuo Character Portrait: marley east Character Portrait: Dan Hanson
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A week had passed since the party. An intense week. Cops had been conducting interviews and asking questions, questions that not everyone could answer. "Who were you with?" "What were you doing?" Some people had alibis. Some had alibis that they didn't want to give. There was too many secrets that went unspoken, that even the cops couldn't be trusted with. Everyone had a secret, something they were hiding.

And the secrets weren't going anywhere either. They didn't disappear when they weren't an active problem. They were always there. Lurking in the background. Even if they weren't active problems, sometimes they still needed to be dealt with or covered up... or ignored.


Alex had a rare free afternoon to himself. His shifts had aligned in such a way that he finished after the lunch rush, and wasn't starting at the bar until 8. Part of him knew that he should go home, check on his parents, make sure they didn't have any more bills to pay. Or maybe he should answer some of his clients, arrange to meet them, earn the money to pay those bills. But after the week he'd just had, he just wanted to have some time to himself. And, well, to meet up with his friends. He was constantly on edge, waiting for that knock on the door, for him to be called aside at work, for somebody to stop him in the street. He'd thought about walking away from it all, changing his number, refusing to answer any calls from clients. Lie low. But he couldn't afford that. He didn't want to go back to taking every shift he could, running on four hours sleep every single night.

He sighed and sipped his iced coffee, running a hand through his still-damp hair. He'd gone to the pool for the first time in what felt like an age. It had felt so good to stretch those muscles again. And surprisingly, his many, many shifts at the coffee shop hadn't put him off coffee. Especially not iced coffee. Things weren't as good as they could be, but he was going to enjoy a rare afternoon off no matter what.

He picked up his phone and sent a few texts.

To: Derrick
Yo, man, I actually have an afternoon off work! Crazy, right? You around?

To: Elijah
Hey, dude, I'm off this afternoon if you want to come grab a coffee!

His thumb hovered over one contact name in particular, hesitating. He knew he shouldn't. He knew that their relationship wasn't healthy, that it messed with his head too much. But that didn't stop him from wanting to. Goddamn, having two sets of genes that increased his potential for addiction really messed him up. Honestly, it was surprising he wasn't more of a mess. He figured that not having time to breathe or think probably helped. He put down his phone and sighed, leaning back and looking around. It was then he spotted the cop across the street. His heart stopped for a moment as he swore the cop was looking at him. But then the cop moved on. He couldn't keep going like this. He wanted to scream, wanted to tell someone so they could help him. But how? How could he trust them, know they wouldn't go tell the police?

He picked up his phone again and had the text half written before he knew what he was doing. But when he realised, he didn't exactly try and stop himself.

To: Blu
You around?


There was always one way that Lyn dealt with frustration. But no matter how much her body and brain wanted it, she sure as hell wasn't giving in to it. Instead, she went to the gym, trying to sweat it out as much as she could. After the night of the party, she'd been on edge. Everyone had. But now she felt like she couldn't ever relax, like she always had to glance over her shoulder. And more than ever, she just wanted to stop thinking, stop... worrying. It was getting harder than ever to stay sober.

She could see the guy on the treadmill beside her was trying to show off, so she ramped up the speed and turned up the sound on her headphones. She didn't want to have to think about anything besides the pounding of her feet, the beat of her favourite workout playlist. And when her lungs were screaming at her to stop, she slowed to a walk and got off the treadmill. She retrieved her bag and pulled on her hoodie. When she got out, she pulled out her phone and sent a few texts.

To: Riley
Hey, you around, babes?

She wanted to text Karin as well, but remembering exactly what had happened at the party, she hesitated. She wasn't entirely sure she could face her. She sighed and shoved her phone back in her bag, pulling her hair out of her pony tail and downing most of her water bottle. This was all too much for her to handle.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Karin Matsuo Character Portrait: Alex Roberts Character Portrait: Lyn Montgomery Character Portrait: Elijah Blythe Character Portrait: olive paloma Character Portrait: Willow Greyson Character Portrait: Derrick Matsuo Character Portrait: marley east
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The day started off as any other for Karin. She was up by 6am even though she'd fallen asleep at 3, rolled up a geourgeous blunt, smoked it, made some breakfast for her and Derrick despite cutting her finger, and went off to her only class for the day. The morning seem to go by in a fog as her mind was in a different place. It has been since the party.

After class, Karin made a couple of sales then stuck her headphones in and walked herself over to her favorite record store. She browsed for a little, more lost in her thoughts than actually reading titles. It got so bad that she ended up just staring at a queens album for like 3 minutes, spacing out. What eventually snapped her out of it was the absence of music in one ear when someone passed by and accidentally knocked one of her earbuds out.

On the walk home, Karin couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to the floor. Everytime someone looked at her it felt as if they knew what she knew. Needless to say, she was tense all the way home and felt a little gross.


Steam rose while she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. The warmth felt nice on her bare skin but that nasty blemish of black and blue on the side of her neck was a horrid reminder in her eyes. Her fingers barely brushed over it as if it'll burn her if she did touch that part of skin. She wanted it gone already.

Suddenly there was a lump in her throat that she couldn't swallow. Everything was slowly crashing down on her after telling herself she was fine for a whole week. Memories from the accident had resurfaced after the party. Small hands gripped the sides of the sink, while her eyes pinched tightly closed. She didn't want to cry anymore. She was tired of it but her body refused to give her control over it. All she could do was cry and it frustrated her so much so that she ended up throwing a bottle and sitting under the shower.

It wasn't until she heard what sounded like Derrick call out to her that she then decided to get out. He startled her, enough to get a little jump outta her. Karin quickly composed herself, wrapping the towel around her. She splashed some cold water on her face before exiting to hide the puffiness under her eyes. Not wanting to worry him, Karin quickly went into her room. "Sorry, I was in the shower!" she called out, sparking up the other half of the blunt from this morning. A little pick-me-up and smokey courage to deal with everything right now.

Karin began applying her makeup when her eyes went wide, realizing she had left her clothes in the bathroom. In a hurry, she made another run for it before Derrick went in but almost smacked right into him instead. "Hey, there guy!" Recovery had been a success so Karin played it off and gave him her happiest smile and a peck on the cheek, trying to make it as quick as possible. She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment then disappeared back into her room.

Once dressed she chilled in her room with the window open, blowing smoke out into perfect O's while Derrick showered. A sigh escaped her lips. She wondered how her friends were or what they were getting themselves into. She saw E and Olive the other day, even Alex but for some reason, not Lyn. Was she avoiding her over what happened? Karin probably wouldn't know what to say to herself either. She stared at her name in the contacts, wanting to text her but if Lyn didn't reach out to her after all this, what makes her think she wanted to hang now?

"Hell no," she stated under her breath, pulling up a contact stored under the name of Darling dearest.

To: Darling dearest
Mars! You beautiful person you. What are you up to?

"Hey Rin, wanna watch some buffy?" Derrick poked his head into her room after knocking, making a little face at her. "Sure." She smirked, pushing herself off the bed and tossing out the roach, what was left of her blunt, out the window.


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Wiping the small collection of sweat from his eyebrows with the back of his hand, Derrick relished in the warmth of the afternoon sun. His clothes were a bit dirty, mostly his sweats with a mixture of sand, clay, and dirt from the baseball field. He finished teaching his small T-ball class of eight a half hour ago and until now, has been practicing with his boss, Tony. Tony is five years older than Derrick and took over for his father a couple of months ago. They didn't get along at first, having a bit of a disagreement in the way each of them taught but eventually, they peaced it out and learned how to get along.

Ricky also needed something to keep his mind off of the party. It was too much for him every time he came to the realization of what happened. It unnerved him to the core that his hands wouldn't stop shaking when it was his turn to bat. Eventually, he just focused on the ball so much that those feelings were pushed to the back of his mind for the time being.

"Damn, I didn't think you had it in you." Derrick laughed, stretching out his hand to a sitting, sweating and panting Tony. He laughed in between breaths and took Derrick's hand, getting to his feet. "You know me, I can't turn down a good challenge. Plus, you owe me a weeks worth of lunch now."

Derrick gave out a low chuckle and shook his head. "I still can't believe you ran the field seven times in under 3 minutes. You look like you popped a lung."

"Feels like I did." he laughed once more, slicking his sweaty blonde hair back and out of his face. "Speaking of food, you up for a burger?"

Derrick had already begun gathering his things and so was Tony. "Nah, not today. I'm feeling a little beat." he lied. "Alright then, take it easy. I'll see you Tuesdayday, you owe me food!" and with that Tony and Derrick went their separate ways. Truth was, Derrick didn't feel like going out at the moment. He just wanted to go home, see his sister and collect himself because now that he wasn't focusing on anything, everything was playing over in his mind and he found himself clenching and unclenching his fists on the walk home. He even froze at the sound of sirens blaring down the street, only when it passed did he breath again.

Unlocking the front door, Derrick entered his house, took off his shoes at the door and went straight into the kitchen, grabbing a glass half filled with Arizona sweet tea. He rounded the corner out into the living room where he found the t.v on but no Karin. His brows furrowed a little in confusion but it wasn't totally uncommon for Karin to leave the t.v on while she did other things. "Karin, I'm home!" he shouted, hoping to hear a response from wherever she was in the house but it didn't come. Events of that night played in his head again, only for him to begin worrying and getting sweaty palms.

He let out a sigh and shook his head. She's fine, she's probably in the shower. And to pull him out of his thoughts on cue was his sister's voice, coming from upstairs. There was a sort of relief that came over him and his shoulder slumped a little, relaxing. "Sorry, I was in the shower!"

Finishing the juice in his cup, Derrick gave it a quick wash in the sink before jogging up all 27 steps. The first thing to hit him was the familiar sweet and pungent smell of weed mixed with soft perfume. Karin was buzzing about in her towel, in and out of the bathroom and her room with her little makeup bag and half a blunt hanging off her lips. "Hey there guy!" she exclaimed happily, quickly stopping in front of him and pushing up on her tippy-toes to peck him on the cheek and continue her running around. Derrick noticed the pink around her eyes and nose though but didn't say anything. She hasn't been feeling 100 since the party and he's sensed it.

"Going out?"
Derrick pushed the door to his door open, he never has it fully closed. "Not that I know of. I just wanted to dress up nice today." Karin shrugged, passing by his room and into hers. "Oh, and bathrooms yours."

Settling his things down, Derrick began stripping himself of anything that resided in his pockets including his watch and whistle. He picked out some clothes, and off he went into the bathroom to wash off the dirt and sweat. After that 20 minute shower give or take, he found himself lounging on the couch next to Karin. They were watching old re-runs of Buffy the vampire slayer, arguing over which was the better couple. "Really? Giles and Jenny were way cuter than Xander and Anya, no offense," she added, exaggerating an eye roll with a grin pulling at the ends of her lips.

"What? No. I-I just think they're cuter than four-eyes and snapped neck, no disrespect. " Karin faked a gasp and pulled her hand to her chest feigning offense. "You did not!" The both of them laughed it off and settled back into the show when Derrick's phone let out a ping. He pulled it out of his pocket and swiped his finger across the screen to unlock it. There was a text that he had half written out, earlier that day to Willow that he never sent and a new one from Alex. He instinctively tried to hide a small smile creeping across his lips, a friendly face was something he needed right now. That and getting out of the house.

To: Alex
How'd you pull that off? And yeah, coffee? Well... in my case, tea and coffee?

To: Sleeping Beauty
Hey there you! :p doing anything later on today?


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The heat was oppressive, and the humidity even more so. Even the breeze was stale and stifling. Elijah had lived his whole life in hot, humid weather it seemed. He laid on the porch of his family's house, melting into the perfect gray wood slats with his bare feet on the steps. His eyes closed as he dreamed of a thunderstorm, thick and cool and angry, to chill the wind even just a little.

His father was at work still, and his mother was on bed rest for the week. Elijah'd spent most of the day taking care of her, bringing her whatever she asked for, but she'd finally fallen asleep, allowing him his own chance at rest. His phone buzzed. He groaned, but he checked it anyway.

From: Alex
Hey, dude, I'm off this afternoon if you want to come grab a coffee!

His heart rose up into his throat, but his hands were already typing up a reply without permission.

To: Alex
I can be there in 10

His steps were soft in the house. The air conditioning felt heaven-sent, but not good enough to keep him inside. The note he left for his mother on her bedside table, careful not to wake her from her sleep, was simple:

Out with friends
Text if you need anything

He pulled on his shoes, hopped on his bike and took off toward the coffee shop.

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Willow tapped her fingers on the faux-marble counter top of the box office. The tiny fan and the AC box cranked noisily as the last couple minutes of her shift wound down. The thick cotton polo was too heavy and dark to be wearing in the summer, as were the black slacks and thick-soled shoes. If she had known she would be working in the box office that day instead of behind the concession stand, she would have worn shorts and flip-flops instead. The customers could never see lower than her torso from behind the glass.

Voices came through robotic and muffled as the last hipsters she would have to serve today requested tickets for some pretentious indie French snore-fest of which the theater had decided to give a limited showing due to the few but very constant and annoying requests. Willow handed over their tickets with a plastered-on smile, all but bolting out of the stuffy box as soon as they walked inside the golden double-doors. She made a beeline for the break room to punch out. The clock read two minutes past her shift's end. Her phone beeped softly. She never bothered to turn it on silent at work because of her bosses' lenience.

From: Ricky
Hey there you! :p doing anything later on today?

She smiled to herself and gathered her bag from her locker. She typed quickly as she practically skipped to her car.

To: Ricky
Just got off work. You got ideas?

Her car took almost no time at all to cool down, the air conditioning blessedly pumping out fresh air like its mechanical life depended on it. She was home in less than 10 minutes, and she changed into her sundress of the day and collapsed onto her bed, phone in hand.


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xxx"never said that i would be your lover,
xxxnever said i would be your friend
xxxnever said that i would take no other
xxxbe your lover, never said."

Alex glanced up at the sound of a familiar voice, his face breaking into a grin as he spotted Dan. Now that he was able to cut back on his hours, he was seeing less and less of Dan. He was one of those people that Alex liked being around for a bunch of reasons. "Hey, man! Yeah, guess our shifts just haven't been lining up, it's weird. So how are you? What are you up to?" He asked, sipping his coffee. His phone buzzed with a few texts, and he quickly glanced at them, firing back a few replies.

To: Derrick
Idk. Witchcraft? Already here, see you soon :)

To: Elijah
See you soon!

To: Blu
Will do x

He honestly hadn't expected everyone to be able to come right then, but he also wasn't going to complain. Even if he was constantly around people, his schedule sometimes left him feeling a little isolated. It had been a little different when he'd been in school, but after he'd graduated, he was just working more, trying to earn more money, pay the bills, keep food on the table... With no qualifications besides his high school diploma, he wasn't exactly going to get any better jobs that weren't completely mind numbing. Sure, he hated having to work so much, but at least he half enjoyed what he did. Or, well, most of it.

"Sorry, just had a few texts to answer. A few others are coming by, got to make the most of this rare afternoon off, it doesn't happen much." He added with a grin.