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[08 Jun 2009|10:23pm] |
elliott bellis was born in april, 1981. on that same day in april of 1981, just two hours he was freely and clearly out of the womb, his mother died. it's a short story with a long name that elliott doesn't often talk about, but it isn't something that troubled him for life, or in any way crippled him, other than the obvious fact that he didn't have a mother for the first few years of his life. he did, although, have an extremely tight knit family that helped raise him, and continued to do so even when his father married linda hargrove exactly 19 days after his fourth birthday, expanding the bellis clan two people more with her and her 7 year old daughter.
from the day he was born his place of residence was pacifica, california, which was just a drive away from san francisco. despite the fact that the majority of elliott's close (and extended) family never even learned to swim, he took up surfing pretty soon after he learned to walk and loved it from that exact same time. being a professional surfer was just never in the question for him, mostly simply because it just wasn't something that he aspired to be, but his first job was at the pacifica surf shop and it was there that he learned just what his true love was; actually making surfboards. the shop specialized in custom, unique boards and as time went on, elliott went from being just an employee in the front of the shop to one of the guys in the back, working on the boards.
far before he even started working at all, or even before he hit puberty, elliott met ilyssa. the girl next door. well, the girl down the street, but it was the same thing. ilyssa's family moved into elliotts neighborhood when he was 8 and she was 7, and despite the whole cooties issue the two became best friends, pretty inseperable from the day she moved in on. it wasn't until his junior year of high school that he realized that he was completely and intolerably in love with the girl, and his fear of ruining their friendship mixed with the fact that he was just too shy to ever say anything to her, meant that it had been his secret and his secret alone since then. well, except for the fact that anybody that's known elliott for more than 5 minutes thinks it's painfully obvious. he hasn't done anything to prove them right or wrong, except for the whole moving to philadelphia so that he wouldn't lose her thing. although he justifies it by explaining that he got offered a killer job as a carpenter for a fairly big furniture company based out of philly, he knows deep down that he moved because it killed him to be away from her while she spent those four agonizing years in college halfway across the country. but seriously, he moved there for a job.
there aren't really any tragic or terrible things that have happened in elliotts life that helped to "mold him" or make him who he is today. just a really normal upbringing, and a close family with pretty good values. obviously, fucking up every now and then happened, probably just as often as it happened to any other family with a rowdy boy who wanted to go out and surf or just be at the ocean more than he wanted to do his homework, but that was that. one of the hardest things for him was leaving that family to move to philadelphia, where there is no ocean, or really any water to speak of (that counts, anyways). but it wasn't even a choice, not to him. losing emmy just wasn't going to happen, and so he's settling in to live in philly fairly well for having only been there a few months. he enjoys his job, he's got friends that he spends time with, and he's got shelter, a place to live with a bed and a refrigerator. what more could a guy ask for?
( time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take )
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current location: philadelphia!
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