#Elaine Grazzo

[avictimofthejazz]

What Type of Love Interest Would You Be in a Dating Simulator?

The childhood best friend who's been in love with the main character their whole life

You're a loyal person to the core, and probably a hopeless romantic as well. You're full of love for those you care about, and that's both your biggest strength and weakness. You would do anything for them, even if it means hurting your own feelings. You will hide all your pain and your needs as longs as that means the rest gets to be happy. You biggest struggle is to clearly communicate your feelings, and you'll always try to avoid those conversations or pretend everything is fine (when it isn't). Remember you deserve to receive the same love you give.

The stoic team leader who doesn't trust the main character at first

You often feel like you need to take responsibility for those around you and to protect them. You struggle to show your love through other means, so you take that task seriously. Your friends know they can always count on you no matter what. However that leads you to be mistrustful of others' actions before getting to know them, usually assuming the worst of them. On the exterior you might seem cold, calculating and distant. But those close to you know that's far from the truth, you just have a particular way of demonstrating it. When it comes to love, you'll probably try to deny it at first, bury it before it grows more than it should. Mostly because you're so accustomed to being the strong one, that allowing yourself to be vulnerable for once scares you. But it's exhausting to constantly keep that guard up, sometimes you need to take a rest and allow yourself to be the one being taken care of. Don't forget that.

The socially akward brains of the team

Socialization doesn't come easy to you. You might struggle to be heard or seen by the ones around you so you prefer to avoid it all together, as frustrating as it can be sometimes. For that reason you might be selective with the people you blend with, and at times it might seem that nobody will truly understand you. But when you find those who resonate with you, you're an extremely kind and loyal friend. Most importantly, you're smart, and people always value that about you. They will constantly rely on you, ask for your guidance and advice, and you're happy to provide it. You like being the reliable friend. You don't get crushes easily, but when you do you don't really know how to handle them. They feel overwhelming and like a waste of time. There's no way they like me back, is it? What if I ruin it? What if I'm reading way too much into it? Remember to relax enjoy the feeling once in a while, chances are that your crush sees that intelligent and kindhearted person everyone else seen in you as well

Tagged/Stolen from: @timeguardians

[avictimofthejazz]

Elaine is still trying to figure out how she got herself into this situation in the first place! She has been thinking it over since they left the interstate but… nope… nothing is becoming clearer to her. She thought she had gotten used to sudden and dramatic adventures working for Dennis, but it seems she is not as hardened as she told herself. Otherwise, this little detour with Yovela would not have her head spinning so fast! When she agreed to take this trip with her fellow receptionist, she thought it would be a nice little road trip. She understands why Yovela wanted to go with another girl—a woman traveling by herself is just asking for trouble these days. Still… it seems trouble has found them despite what precautions they have tried to take. Running a hand through her painfully frizzy hair, Elaine runs her tongue along her bottom lip as she watches her friend. “Um… which enemy is the DMV cooperating with? I know my last boss was good at pissing people off—even got the office tossed a few times. Not an easy feat in the old building we worked in with their security.” She knows she is rambling a bit—she does that when she gets nervous—but she cannot think of what else she can say. The fact they are lost is obvious to both of them so pointing it out is pointless. So is looking at the map herself. Elaine grew up in a subdivision and lives in Los Angles these days. Anything beyond the suburbs is a forbidden wilderness in her mind, full of bears, cryptids, and serial killers. Like the ones that are probably lurking in that building right now… “Eeer… well… we might as well.” She eyes the building with a heathy amount of misgiving. “It’s not like we’ll learn anything useful just sitting in the car.” She eyes the gun when Yovela goes for it. “Probably a good idea. We don’t know how friendly the people are out here…” She hesitates before starting to get out of the car

“Um… Miss Jarvis… you were just joking about the DMV cooperating with enemy operatives… right? There isn’t some big, secret conspiracy around this trip that I missed. Right?” She swallows nervously.

@avictimofthejazz Yovela & Elaine: Did we make a wrong turn?

The very same inquiry burdens the irises of Yovela Jarvis's usually subdued doe-eyes. Lips warp in confusion as the map is briefly consulted, then the road. A breath lingers somewhere between exhale and inhale. "This can not be right-" she grumbles in her stiffly ENGLISH tone. The map is turned and twisted. Her tongue paints a deliberate path along the brim of her lower-lip. "Those cheeky little blighters from the Department of Motor Vehicle Operations must be cooperating with ENEMY operatives." There's a snarl hidden in the undercurrent of her words; words spoken with the ultimate distaste.

Finally, the breath is fully released. The paper map is returned to an upright positioning. She looks the forlorn appearing building over. "Might as well check it out, just in case. What say you, Ms. Grazzo?" She questions, reaching for her tranquilizer gun. "Just in case we run into anyone who should manage to get a little feisty."

[thereismoretomylifethenice]

//Since I have a few more followers around, here are all the RP blogs you can find me at @thereismoretomylifethenice Disney’s Frozen muses--Queen Elsa (most active), Kristoff and Hans. (low activity in general) 

@avictimofthejazz 1970s/1980s Multi-muse. A-Team, SWAT 1975, Knight Rider, Adam-12, Remington Steele, and Booker muses. Characters as follows: Templeton ‘Face Man’ Peck, BA Baracus, Dr. Maggie Sullivan, Dr. Kelly Stevens, Officer Jim Street, Michael Knight, Officer Jim Reed, Murphy Michaels, and Elaine Grazzo.  (High activity) 

@fourcornersarizona --1998 Magnificent 7 muses--Vin Tanner, Mary Travis & Inez Recillos (Low activity but still active) 

@anoseforrottenapples -- British-eque Multi muses. Midsomer Murders, Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple, Turn: Washington’s Spies. Characters as follows, Gavin Troy, Miss Marple, and Mary Woodhull. (High activity) 

All blogs are crossover and multi-verse friendly. Historical muses have modern/mostly modern AUs, more modern muses have historical AUs. Housekeeping is embarrassingly far behind--just message me if you have questions XD

[iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether]

Incorrect Quotes: 21 Jump Street:

crazed killer: We have Booker

Elaine: Let me speak with him

killer: Go ahead, you’re on speaker

Elaine: you're such a dumbass, how the hell did you manage to get yourself kidnapped AGAIN?! Do you KNOW how much I’ve paid in ransoms this year?!!!

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@avictimofthejazz​ | continued from (x)

The building was an absolute mess. In between ransacked desks, overturned filing cabinets, and papers strewn every which way, Ben found it to be an absolute miracle that Elaine was only minorly harmed.

“Hey,” he soothed, “easy now.” Holding up his hands, he slowly knelt alongside her as she tremblingly touched her hairline. Her eyes widened in horrified recognition, and then as she jerked her head left and right, attempting to make sense of her surroundings, Ben shrugged out of his suit jacket and curled it around her shoulders.

“Try not to panic,” he encouraged. “You were in a bit of a bind, but the important thing now is that you’re all right.”

“How….how? There’s a guard…at…at the front desk….you must have….have seen him….”

Ben shook his head. “I don’t recall a guard, no.” Brow creasing, he added, “Do you think he’s potentially in on this attack? Is it possible that he let someone inside? Someone he knew so well that they didn’t require a pass?”

There were many a number of options here, unfortunately. The guard could be part of the attack; the guard could be the attacker; or, the most likely of all, the guard recognized the perp and let them in without a single cause for concern. The only problem with that theory was the man was presently nowhere to be found. Had he left with the assailant, or was he taken by force?

Elaine shifted on the floor, clearly still in pain. “What’re you….doing here so late anyways?”

Unable to help it, Ben snorted. “What, am I the one on trial here?” he wryly asked. “Don’t worry about it. I have a poor sleep schedule, so I was up and in town, and decided to stop by and see if there were any updates.” He looked around them with a huff. “Evidently, my intuition was right to take me here. I’ve already called for help, so we can get someone to examine you very soon. In the meantime...” Here, he unearthed a flask from his hip with a rueful smile. “I’m not technically on the clock right now, so I wanted a nightcap. But given your situation, I think you deserve it a little more.”

Having a seat alongside her, Ben loosened his tie a bit and sighed. “Do you remember anything that happened, Miss Grazzo? Anything at all?”

[wecangobackvictorious]

"Everything all right, sir?" Elaine Grazzo paused in organizing the filing cabinet when the new instructor came into the room. The receptionist was fairly new herself--California was a far cry from her home state but, she hoped, the change would be good for her. She knew all the instructors had offices in this building--quite possibly he was just trying to find his. --Elaine Grazzo/VictimoftheJazz

Martian Julian received the call from Metcalf two weeks ago, completely out of the blue. It shocked him, to say the least. He was by no means a modern day fighter pilot. That overwhelming thought lingered in his mind.  In his day, the best aircraft he flew was a piston engine. To top it off, or make matters worse, Easy enlisted in the service as an Army Air Corp pilot...not the Navy. That alone on his entire flight from Atlanta to California, had him studying every bit of information he could. He never liked to be unprepared for anything. 

If teaching them maneuvers proved difficult to be accomplished. He could try morals. After all, it was the only reason he could find for his request to be at Top Gun. In the war, he moved up the ranks as Captain, at just twenty-four years old and had a distinguished record behind his name.  

The expanse of Top Gun was quite impressive. It almost makes him nostalgic as he lingers around the halls, finding the memorabilia that lingers the place. A few pilots pass him, the familiar confidence and swagger oozing from them. His stomping grounds weren’t even nearly as neat as this. It further makes him realize that he just might be in over his head. The voice snaps him from his exploration. He stops in the doorway, realizing he’s entered an office. Probably far from where he should be.

“Yes ma’am,” He answers quicker than he wants. A flare of youthful confidence had taken over and the last thing he wants is to seem out of place. Martian stands there for a beat longer before shaking his head with a bashful laugh. 

 “Well I-actually...I think I’m lost.” 

Easy scrambled for the paper out of his pocket, trying to read the crumpled paper he had wrote on two weeks ago. “I might be in the wrong place. Commander Metcalf told me my office would be 7A, close to the Executive Officer’s” 

No one really told him much other than that. He was technically here as a civilian consultant, so he was some things were off limits. Upon his arrival he was to get settled in, while Metcalf introduced the newest class, and at some point Metcalf would find the time for him. The first few days would guarantee to be rough.  

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Open--Elaine Grazzo

“Can you believe this guy?” Elaine rolls her eyes good-naturedly, a smile hovering over her lips as the gentleman in front of her keeps babbling on about his lizard collection, obvious to the world around him.  Going to parties is always an interesting adventure, and a way to meet new people. Too often though, she meets guys more like Lizard Fanatic here then any real winners. Still... hope always sprang eternal it seems...  “Come on,” She gestures for the person next to her to step away. “Let’s try and slip away before he starts explaining his process for acquiring mealworms. Unless you’re really into the fascinating world of Lizard Upkeep, and want to stay longer?” 

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Running her hands through her hair, Elaine looks around the cellar worriedly. She has no idea what she is looking for here, except that she has been searching for over an hour. She is also utterly terrified to return to the Queen’s Rangers without anything to show for her efforts. Not naturally inclined toward espionage, Elaine knows she is in over her head… but how could she say ‘no’ to the officer when he indicated Captain Simcoe himself had made mention of this situation? The whole village is somewhat terrified of the unstable Captain, and wishes for the Queen’s Rangers to stay miles away from their peaceful hamlet. Besides, the officer indicated that he could clear up some of her own problems if she assisted in bringing justice to a dangerous fugitive of the Crown. She wishes that she could say fear had been her sole motivator, but the secondary offer is terribly tempting as well… Even if she never demonstrated overwhelming loyalty to the Crown, Elaine has never categorized herself as a Patriot either. Unfortunately, when she questioned Kathleen’s husband about his eagerness to profit off the misfortunes of the Strong family, merely because Selah had been arrested and sent to a prison ship in York City’s harbor, he dubbed her a Patriot sympathizer. He quickly spread that rumor before booting her out of his house, leaving her scrambling to stay afloat even as her former friends and neighbors shunned her. A hand drops from her hair to rub over her nose. Her problems are not going to be solved by crying about them.   She also fears her problems are not going to be solved by this grubby little mission either…. Flopping down on a seat in the surprisingly well-furnished space, considering the ruin above her head, Elaine sighs. She really cannot imagine Abraham Woodhull is a spy for the Patriots. The man cannot even have an affair without the whole town knowing about it. How can he possibly spy on anyone? Still, the officer wants proof of espionage… and all she has found so far are generic statements about Abraham’s father’s business in York City, and his studies there. There is also a bottle with a strange liquid in it she cannot identify, but she doubts it is anything noteworthy. Hearing the woman’s voice from up the stairs nearly makes Elaine jump out of her skin. Yelping, and clutching a hand to her chest, she hurriedly makes her way up the stairs by the light of the lantern she left on the desk. Maybe she can lie her way out of this? Even as she thinks that she scrunches up her nose. She is a horrible liar and always has been… but how can she tell the truth? It is far too ridiculous for anyone to believe her.

Before the person outside can open the doors, Elaine pushes them out from inside. “You don’t have to call the magistrate!” she admits hurriedly. “I can explain everything! I know it’s the Woodhull family property, but I can explain! Really.” Frantically, she keeps emphasizing that she can justify her presence here, even if nothing she says truly will be able too.

Recognizing Mary’s sister from around town, she swallows awkwardly. “Um… well… this isn’t my property… but why don’t you come on down? It’s safer down here, then running around up there in the dark.”

~Open to all ~ Eliza Smith

She SWEARS that she had seen it. A tinge of light beckoning from between cracked and rotted floorboards where her sister's house once stood. Shivering to herself, she pursues the light. Her hours at Whitehall had been filled with the rumors of cowboys, skinners, and rangers- all unpleasant types who want to bring HARM to innocents. She will not abide danger being brought to Mary or her nephew (Sprout).

"Y----you -- you should not be here!! I will fetch the Magistrate! Thi-- this is his son's property. My sister's property." She wearily and tumultuously calls as she approaches the cellar. Honestly, Eliza prays that she sounds far braver than she actually feels. She hoists her own lantern a bit higher as she goes to fling the cumbersome cellar doors wide open.

[avictimofthejazz]

What is Elaine's greatest fear and why?

Elaine’s greatest fear is to be forgotten—to go through her life in a rut that never leads to anything beyond the absolute basics of being alive. She is not asking to change the world, or become a celebrity—she just wants to know that she did something that justifies her existence. That she was important to someone, or took on a cause that mattered. This worry stems from her parents. Both of them constantly insisted to Elaine and her older sister Kathleen that neither of them would turn into anything useful. They claimed that the only hope the girls had was to marry wealthy men, as they would not be able to do anything on their own. Kathleen married her trust-fund baby, but Elaine never found one. Though she claims it does not matter, and she is not worried about money or social status, the idea preys on her mind. Sometimes she thinks she missed her shot by not getting a rich fraternity guy at college the way Kathleen did—but then sometimes she is convinced she still has one. Those little moments give her hope.

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Open

“I need to get out of this office so I’m going out to get coffee.  Does you want something too?” The secretary pauses in the doorway, waiting to see if her friend has any requests before she leaves. 

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Elaine kiss Booker or Murph

Elaine’s cheeks tinge pink at the unexpected question, and she resists the urge to press her hands over them. It is like this person has been watching the office, and knows about the handsome men who work with her! At least they did not ask about all three guys—that would be more embarrassing than she wants to admit too!

“Oh come on,” She laughs and rubs lightly at her face. “Like either of those guys would want to kiss me! Let’s be real here!” Still, the question demands an answer. Despite the pink quickly turning to red, she finds herself seriously considering her options. In the end, only one choice stands clear. Even if Murphy is cute, and kind, her answer will always favor Booker. Dropping her eyes shyly, she bites down on her bottom lip before confessing. “If I had to pick between them, I’d pick Dennis. Not that he’d ever notice, what with the supermodel types he likes to go out with!” she quickly adds on. “I’m just his secretary. Guys never seriously notice secretaries—just in a kind of casual way, or if they want to harass us. Dennis is too nice to do the latter, and well…” She trails off quietly, eyes focusing on her haphazardly stacked pen cup. “Like I said, he likes to go out with supermodel types…”  

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‘✈’ Bernice & Elaine

@timeguardians (Bernice)

Settling into her window seat, Elaine busily starts setting her area up. Tray table is locked into its proper place. Her purse is properly stowed. She has no cigarette to worry about putting out…

Fussing about, she glances up when another figure steps into her row. Then she starts grinning. “Bernice! I had no idea you’d be on this flight!” Leaning conspiratorially closer, she lowers her voice. “What’s taking you to New York? That sax player I heard someone mention? Or is New York just one step closer to Greece and your dreamy hunk Kostas?” she teases. She would much rather talk about why Bernice is heading to New York, then why she is going out so far. Sexy sax players and smoking hot Greek lawyers are a lot more fun to discuss then admitting she is running after her deadbeat-almost husband. She is not about to make an attempt to get Clay back… but she does want the money he stole from her returned. Elaine’s cheeks still flush slightly when she thinks about what a fool she has been. It was like Clay knew how lonely she was, and how she had accepted that Dennis would never look twice at her. He played on that to the tune of trying to steal Teshima contacts, actually stealing two thousand dollars of her savings, and making her waste a day sitting at City Hall waiting for him to turn up so they could get married. No. She is not in the mood to tell Bernice any of that pathetic little story. She is much more interested in what interesting or exotic adventure is taking her friend abroad, then in anything she is up too.

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I Sold You to a Pet Store! 

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Booker: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Elaine: Aren't you forgetting something?

Booker: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Elaine's forehead before running out.*

Elaine: No, pay your bill! Were you raised in a barn?

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Booker Incorrect Quotes

Dennis: Go big or go home!

Elaine: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Dennis: I'm going big!