☈ Eliza Rhodes [twenty three]
country of origin// england
the crime\\ the kidnapping of the queen and holding her hostage
how much of a threat // 8
this bird grew up far, far away from the buckingham palace, in face she was across the river. she lived with her mum and four younger brothers and her tale is a bit like cinderella's. she was always cooking and cleaning and taking care of her siblings while her mum would work so that she could feed the children. eliza had dreams of one day becoming rich and famous; appearing in all the cinemas and tubes but that dream was shattered when her mother fell ill and passed away. it had been three years; of doing chore after chore; becoming a mother at only twenty, when eliza gave up. she simply walked out of her house one day, leaving her siblings to fend for themselves. one afternoon, she took a tour of the palace and was left awestruck. the silk tapestries and just the whole feel of the place gave her chills; it made her want to do something crazy. so she did, hatching a clever plan to kidnap the queen and hold her hostage until she had been paid a large sum of money. who knew kidnapping could be so easy? that is, it was until the police got into it and foiled her plan, dumping her here.
model\\ Ali Michael.
"Hush-a bye, don't you cry.. Go to sleep, my little baby... When you wake, you shall have, all the pretty little ponies.." I sing to myself, as I walk up the stairs of the palace. I run my hand up the banister as I walk, the rich polished wood beneath my spindly fingers. Why couldn't all this be mine? Why couldn't I have what I wanted? No reason, except myself.
You see, I was Ellie. Just Ellie. Ellie who was born into poverty, Ellie who had to sacrifice her entire life up until now for others who did not deserve it. But then I changed, I was Eliza Rhodes. I blossomed into this, a girl who would not take no for an answer, a girl who was going to get what she wanted when she wanted. But unlike the pretty little biitches who got it just by being born into the right families, I had to work for it.
Sneaking into the palace was easy. Just walk in with a bunch of tourists, stupid Americans with their fancy cameras and sunglasses. The only thing left was find the room where our darling monarch was. That was easy enough, I asked. The guard said up the stairs, and to the left. Was he supposed to do that? I don't know... So here I am. Walking up the stairs, turning left. A couple guards right outside her room... No problem, dear Eliza. Just do as you know.
"Miss, you cannot be here." One of the guards is speaking to me. Hah, how interesting. The poor man thinks I actually care about what he has to say.
"Excuse me, sirs. I am merely a courier, I was told to alert you of a situation down below," I was ready to fight my way in, I was not expecting them to believe me. But they do, surprisingly enough, and leave me by myself in the corridor. I look around, oh the paintings, the attention to detail.. I want this. I must have it. I put my hand to the doorknob, the smooth metal twisted to grant me entrance into the room. I walk in, oh my god, it's so beautiful.
"Who's there?" an ancient voice calls from the adjacent room. "I told you I was to be left alone." How pathetic. I walk into the little room, and courtsy.
"Hello, your highness. I am Eliza Rhodes, and I'm kidnapping you."
I grab my handkerchief out of my pocket, and as the queen darts for what I suppose was an alert button, I cover her mouth with the cliche chlorophorm covered handkerchief. I knock her off her chair, as to get her away from anything else, and hum into her ear.
"Hush-a bye.. don't you cry..."
I had studied the palace, and knew for a fact there was a hidden passage way in this room. I drag her limp body into the passage behind the bookshelf, and close it behind me. What to do now... Wouldn't it be funny if I kept her hostage in her own palace? I start laughing. This is all so ridiculous... I decide to leave her here, lock the cabinet from the outside so she can't get out and only I know where the exit is. She'll live. I head out, and walk out of the room, down the corridor, and down the stairs. Where I am met by about the whole royal guard.
Oh Ellie. We're screwed.
woooooooo if you read it haha.
i like her :)
rps i'm in..
Le Pays des Merveilles - Dell
Darlings of Bedlam - Daisy
Oxford Academy of Arts - Ruby
.... i feel like i'm forgetting one. haha. but i'm active in the 3 above.
June or Anita.
btwww, i love how the drug dealer is named Valerie. aahahahhahahahaa. jokes. my dad used to sing that lullaby to me when i was little. my mum hates it. so i sing it to piss her off. mwhahaha. i shoulda written this in first :D