Post by evan thomas elliot on Mar 12, 2013 22:36:21 GMT -5
evan thomas elliot
"and leave you like they left me here to wither in denial"
fighting back the tears, mother reads the
NAME evan thomas elliot
GENDER boy
NICKNAMES ev. elliot. ellie
AGE 22
MEMBERGROUP university
YEAR/OCCUPATION senior/escort
SEXUALITY gay
PLAYED BY chris colfer
note again. sixteen candles burn in her mind,
HI I'M EVAN AND THIS IS ME:
Evan doesn’t remember his mother. From what he hears, she either couldn’t or wouldn’t do motherhood. There was never any mention of a father. His birth certificate is severely lacking. Carl and Bianca Mayer were his first foster parents and the time they ‘cared’ for him was thankfully short-lived. They were the first of many a household Evan would (not very enthusiastically) try to adapt to. His rebellious streak began almost immediately after being taken by a third foster family. In the years to come, Evan would be more often than not in trouble. This ranged from a weeks’ worth of detention every other week, to a number of hours community service.
His height, face, voice and built made Evan a target at school and at home and around town. And a kid has got to learn to defend himself. His physique unfortunately left him with nothing but his tongue as a weapon, which of course, counterproductively would get him his ass kicked a lot more than necessary.
There was no one to come out to, really, and the people who knew Evan was gay simply used it as one more thing to taunt him with. But he still lived a full teenage experience. His first kiss was at thirteen with a guy from school who was a year older. He lost his virginity at fifteen in a very awkward, but otherwise not unpleasant encounter with a football player. He was nearly sixteen and something a little unexpected happened. Unexpected for St. Pauls, North Carolina, anyway. Evan was catching up on school work (in a rare academic display; those happened) in a diner far from his current home. A middle-aged man walked up to Evan, sat on the booth opposite him and just like that propositioned the obviously gay underage kid innocently hogging a table without ordering anything. As it was, the man bought him a bagel and some coffee. It was hard to make Evan blush, but this ordinary older stranger had managed to. Evan raised an eyebrow haughtily and said no in a way that warned ‘I’m not going to tell on your creepy ass, but leave my sight. Now.’ It wasn’t until about two months later, after long nights spent going over an already turned down offer (deliberating, contemplating that maybe, actually, a few hundred dollars for what seemed like pretty standard acts the man had described in his offer didn’t sound entirely crazy) and then forgotten about it, that Evan ran into Michael, he later learned was his name, and the discussion was reopened. Evan found himself doing this a few times with Michael. Then there were a few others. There’s plenty of aspects about this period of his life that Evan has done his best to be tough for, get over and forget. He’s not ashamed of it, no. Yet, it is not something he hoped to do ever again if avoidable. It all ended abruptly on his seventeenth birthday, when his foster parents stumbled upon his hard-earned saving, confiscated the cash and proceeded to spend a decent amount of it so, so fast, before Evan got wind of it and all hell broke loose. With his plans for getting the fuck away thwarted, fists flew inside the house and a fight began that culminated in Evan running out and getting into the car that he’d taught himself to drive by stealing many a night with every intention of fleeing. He had left behind all screaming about calling the cops before thinking better of it. If he shit was already knee high, might as well make it count. Evan turned the car around and as they say the rest is history. No one got hurt. His foster siblings were not in the house, he knew; and his foster parents were still outside when the car crashed into the wooden wall of the house.
If he were into talks of silver linings, though, Evan would say he’s actually grateful he was ever in juvie. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have met Janine, the math teacher who reminded him why teachers ever cared to give him high grades. It’s ultimately because of her that Evan realized how tired he was of going against. Actually starting on a different path took Evan several tries before he absolutely committed. And then there was all the hard work required for him to actually get into college with his track record.
But he did. Evan found he wanted to do something worthwhile. He began hanging on to these motivations that involved him doing good. Three years later he’s going into his senior year of college. Don’t be fooled, though. It hasn’t been a smooth ride. Although Evan has been on his best behavior, making friends, dating even, applying himself at school and impressing faculty and student body alike, going to school in NYC is no picnic. At some point between freshman and sophomore years, Evan went back to what he did for money as a teen, which is still not something he is proud of even if it is in a more upscale setting.
she take the blame, it's always the same.
YOUR NAME jess.
SOMETHING AWESOME ( . )( . )
she goes down on her knees and prays
