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Elara Pierce

"I can't be perfect all the time."

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a character in “Smile for the Paparazzi”, as played by Grumpy-Converse

Description

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Name:
Elara Pierce

Role:
Cousin Of Family

Age:
Twenty

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Likes:
~ Music
~ Being Liked
~ Understanding People
~ People That Can Hold A Conversation
~ Reading
~ Going On The Laptop
~ Writing
~ Kissing In The Rain
~ Power-Outages
~ Candles
~ Lightning


Dislikes:
~ Overconfident People
~ Being Yelled At
~ Being Ignored
~ Being Given Out To
~ Bugs
~ Rats


Fears:
~ Bugs
~ Rats
~ Being Alone
~ Snakes
~ Ghosts


Dreams:
Elara dreams to some day become a professor, and to teach the next generation of the wisdoms of the world. She has no desire for publicity and attention and being related to the famous 'Pierce Sisters,' she gets far too much in her opinion. If she was not to become a professor, she would hope to become a psyciatrist, and a good one, not one of those people who everyone thinks is creepy.

Personality:
Elara can come across as scary, with her jet black hair and dark make-up. She sometimes does things for attention -- not from paparazzi, but from her parents, as she often feels like her whole family is too obsessed with her cousins. Her mother constantly pressured her to be as talented as her cousins, but the only talent she found was her knack of stealing and pick-pocketing, and soccer. She can play the guitar, as her mother brought her to lessons, but she wouldn't be considered an expert. She can be quite shy at times, but other times loud and obnoxious.

Background:
Elara grew up as an only child, and at the beginning of her childhood, she was slightly spoilt. She was a straight A student, and her parents had every right to be proud of her. When, however, her cousins became famous, her mother became instantly jealous of Mrs. Pierce, and tried to make Elara grow up to be better than them. Uner the pressure, Elara's grades started to slip, and she dyed her beautiful blonde hair into a raven black. Her father was never a very big part of her life, as he went to work at seven o'clock, an came back at eleven. She often felt lonely because of this, and always hoped her parents would have another child.

Appearance:
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So begins...

Elara Pierce's Story

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Character Portrait: Elara Pierce Character Portrait: Nathan Gilbert Character Portrait: Lydia Louise Pierce Character Portrait: Jane Kathryn Pierce Character Portrait: Emma Rose Pierce Character Portrait: Hadley Amelia Pierce Character Portrait: Taylor Rose Pierce Character Portrait: Christian Lane
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Elara Pierce

Elara sat on the bench, her mother, Tracy, beside her as the funeral drew to a close. "Sit up straight," Tracy hissed in her ear, and with gritted teeth, sh did what was asked. She heard someone drone on from the podium, and had no intention of listening. She hated this funeral. Not that she didn't hate all funerals,but this one especially. Loads of different celebrities had come to the funeral, all pretending to weep quietly into their tissues, she saw little real tears shed. Elizabeth and William deserved better than that.

"Thank you all for coming," Elara heard someone say, and she blinked twice, looking up. "Is it over?" she asked her mother, who, as soon as the funeral had ended, had tried to strike up a conversation with the celebrity sitting next to her, though Elara didn't recognise the tall porcelian woman herself. Tracy waved a hand at her, telling her to leave her alone. Elara rolled her eyes and sat down yet again. Her mother had the car keys.

"I'm so sorry for your loss," the woman said sadly. "Sorry for my- oh! Yes it's devastating, for the whole family. Even though I wasn't blood related to them, I always felt very clo-" Elara didn't want to listen to her mother going on and on about how sad it was for the Pierce parents to die, so she slipped her hand into her mothers brown leather purse and took out the keys. She showed them to her father, John, who was sitting on the opposite side of her, watching as everyone went past. He, atleast, seemed truly devastated. Of course he was. It was his brother that had died.

John gave a small nod at the keys and stood up, letting Elara slip past him first, then following after her. They were almost out when she heard her father whisper in her ear. "We had better at least give our condolences to them before we leave." She looked to where her Dad was pointing, and saw the Pierce sisters, Hadley, Jane, Taylor, Emma and Lydia, and their boyfriends, though she didn't know their names. Elara gave a mental groan as her Dad took her hand and guided her over to the family.

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"How much longer until they get home?!" Jane had asked, perched on the arm of the couch that Taylor sat on. Her older sister was lost in whatever movie she had been watching and didn't bother to answer the first few times she had asked about her parents' whereabouts. William and Elizabeth were on their way home from some premiere in Europe. They had left early so that they would make it home for the first day of summer for their two daughters who still lived at home, after a long school year. "Taylor, stop being so mean," she whined as she leaned over to nudge her sister. Not being given proper attention did bother Jane, especially since their parents had given the nanny the night off, so she had no one else to talk to.

"Oh my God, Jane. Can you leave me alone?" Taylor had started, pausing the movie as she glared over at the younger girl. "They said that they would be home thirty minutes ago, they're probably just running late. Can't you like, go to bed or something?" she finished, not waiting for her younger sister's answer as she flipped the television back on and tuned her attention back to the program.

Jane frowned but did as her sister said, slipping out of the room and back upstairs to her bedroom. When morning came the next day, she learned that only minutes after going to bed the previous night, her aunt and uncle had come over, sharing the news of the car crash with Taylor as they phoned their three oldest sisters.


Now, she sat in the many rows of chairs as a procession went on. People took turns speaking about how loved and cherished William and Elizabeth were, in front of the crowd of wealthy and famous mourners. Her hand clutched her oldest sister, Lydia's, and she had her face buried into her sister's arm for most of the ceremony. She didn't want to look around at all of the strangers and the people she knew. She didn't want to see the caskets that her parents limb and torn bodies were hidden in. None of this was real, it was all a dream, she tried to convince herself.

It seemed like it was an eternity before the funeral came to a closing and Jane stood up, wiping the wet tears away from her face. She grabbed onto Lydia's hand again, looking over at her boyfriend, Christian, who was talking about leaving, and Jane was glad that they would be going soon. She turned her head to look around at the other people who were in attendance, only to find her uncle and cousin, Elara, nearing them. Her cousin was ten years older than Jane and while she was nice, during family parties Jane never really hung around the older girls so what she knew most about Elara was how scary she sometimes looked. Kind of like a vampire, Jane had always thought, with her black hair and dark makeup. She was still pretty but in a strange type of way.

Jane didn't have anything to say. She just wanted to leave, so she clutched onto her eldest sister and simply waited.

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Taylor sat, slumped in her chair, her blue eyes pressed shut. She dared not to open them during the long ceremony, for she knew that if she did, a stream of endless tears would leak from her eyes and that was the last thing she needed. The past three days she had spent locked away in her bedroom crying and she didn't need to do it here where there were other people. They did not need to see her in such a vulnerable state- she wouldn't let them know that she was weak, even if it would be understandable.

The people who went up to speak in front of the large crowd of mourners were boring enough to put her to sleep, and if her mind wasn't racing with the thoughts of how quickly her life was changing, she might have. Only days ago she was finishing up final exams for her sophomore year, discussing with friends about how wonderful the summer would be. They were planning late nights, parties and road trips; a summer that would be twenty times better than any in the past. Then it happened. She was sitting in the family room, content after sending Jane off to bed, when her aunt and uncle arrived. It was a surprise to Taylor, being that it was nearly midnight but she had opened the door, suspecting that it was just her parents who were over an hour late. What was even more of a surprise was what the news they came with was- her parents were dead. Since that moment, nothing was okay; nothing at all.

The funeral was finally over and Taylor jumped to her feet, grabbing her clutch before straightening out her petite black dress. What had once been a quiet and somber room was now filled with the voices of people, talking and condoling each other, but some were even laughing and joking. As she glanced around, she noted that she had never seen most of the people with her parents but it was typical for such a superficial crowd. They all did it for the press and she was sure that if it had been someone else who had died, her parents would have done the same thing.

"I'm hungry, I want to leave," she ordered, looking towards Emma, Hadley and Nathan and pushing past Lydia, Jane and Christian. "Where's the car?" she then asked, taking a few steps towards the exit, only to see her uncle and cousin, Elara, approaching. "What bad news do you have now?" she mumbled, still holding her uncle accountable for her parents' deaths, only because he was the one to share the news with her.

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Elara Pierce


Elara blushed when they reached the 'Pierce Sisters,' and looked down at her dark purple All Star converse. "I'm so sorry for your loss," she heard her father say, as he clasped Lydias hands in his. "I hope you will be okay. If you ever need us, be sure to drop by, 'kay?" Elara looked up, and blushed again when she met Taylor's eyes. Though she wasn't crying, her blue eyes showed how sad she was feeling inside, no matter how hard she triedt to hide it. When Taylor was looking at her father though, it as almost...accusing. Elara came ack to reality when she heard her Dad saying, "Here, take this." She noticed her father attempting to give the eldest child, Lydia, a hundred dollar note. It's not as if they need it, she thought, mentally rolling her eyes. And Moms gonna' kill you.

Her father shook someones hand, though she didn't really notice who's. She glanced at each of the Pierce sisters, her eyes landing on Jane last. She's so young, she thought, thinking of what it would have been like if she wer six whn her parents died. I would probably be a bigger mess than I am right now, she considered.

Noticing how uncomfortable the girls looked, she realized exactly what she would want to do if she were in their predicament - get the hell out of there. "Dad, I think we should go," she muttered in his ear, low enouh for none of the other's to hear her. "What? But- oh, right," he nodded, and gave a small, sympathetic smile to the girls, before giving Jane a small hug. "You know our number, right? Just call us when you need anything," he continued. Elara banged her heels togther, half in embarrassment, half in nervousness. She hadn't really thought how she felt about this. Numb, if she wa honest with herself. She vaguely wondered if it would hit her hard all of a sudden, like in the movies. God, I'm easily distracted, she though, giving herself a slight shake to wake up from her 'trance.'

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Nathan Gilbert


The funeral went by in a blur; words were said, and more than a few tears had been shed, but none of it mattered to him. Nathan never cared for funerals, especially ones as grandiose and impersonal as this had been. He'd remained silent for most of the procession, hand intertwined with Hadley's as he watched the vicar; the dry, monotonous voice barely piercing the guitar-heavy slew of rock n' roll blasting through the earphones tucked in his ears. He'd been grateful for the music, but even the screeching guitar solos were not enough to drown out the pretentious sobbing of the guests surrounding them.

"Thank you all for coming." Nathan's head automatically snapped up, a sense of relief washing over him as he stood. He couldn't wait to leave, eager to replace the melancholy for a pint and a smoke. He was just about ready to pull a cigarette from his pocket when he caught sight of Hadley and her sisters. They all looked tired - weary - miserable, even. Especially Lydia. Somehow, it made him think of his own mother; the mother he never got see. His siblings had always spoken kindly of her, which was quite rare considering how brutally honest they could be. He shook his head at the thought. He could only imagine the amount of pain the Pierce sisters were going through right now, and figured that the least he could do was to be there for them.

Sighing, he stuffed the pack back into his pocket and turned towards Hadley. He frowned for a second, taking in her appearance. She looked a bit off - quite exhausted, actually. No, make that very exhausted, and just a touch uncomfortable. He was about to ask her if she was all right when she turned towards him and asked to leave. "Oh, um, yeah. I guess we could." He said, moving to drape an arm around her shoulders, "Car's parked nearby, told Pete to have the rest of the day off so we could be alone for a bit." Pete was one of his personal chauffeurs; a nice guy, claims to be a hundred percent American despite having a strong Portuguese accent and speaking in mangled English. "You sure you don't want to stay a bit longer? Spend time with your sisters and all that?" He murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. "I can wait, y'know. There's no need to rush, and look," He gestured briefly towards Elara and her father, "Isn't that your cousin over there?" He asked, completely oblivious to the animosity between them.

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Hadley Amelia Pierce


Hadley hated this entire scene of people, desperately searching for media attention and using her parents' deaths as a way to receive it. She thought it was pathetic and completely unfeeling, especially toward her younger sisters who didn't need to deal with them in their time of mourning. Her green eyes showed her frustration for a brief moment, fading quickly to be replaced by the discomfort the people-filled room had started inside her. Nathan released her hand to wrap his arm around Hadley's shoulders, speaking as he did so.

She shook her head slowly, immediately regretting even that much as the throbbing in her head grew worse. " I don't want to stay," she mumbled as she clutched a small piece of his jacket in her hand. " Let's go now."

Her sisters could manage without her, the crowd was becoming too much for the hungover young woman to manage. And her heels.. Those would be coming off as soon as possible. Staying to chat and mingle would just drive Hadley crazy, she wanted away. Somewhere she didn't have to behave so proper, without everyone's eyes on her for once.

Hadley made as though to start walking but paused as Nathan pointed out her cousin, Elara Pierce. She shook her head, her expression apologetic. She wanted to do just as her sister Taylor had tried to do. But, luckily for Hadley, she was nineteen and didn't have to worry about her sisters trying to stop her from leaving. She was an adult and could manage on her own while Taylor couldn't, in their eyes.

" I'm leaving," Hadley stated, brushing her boyfriend's arm from her shoulder and slowly beginning to walk off. She absolutely refused to stay a minute longer, with or without Nathan. Though, she would prefer to be with.