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ELLEN FRANCES REYNOLDS

Posted: Jul 6 2009, 07:21 PM

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ELLEN FRANCES REYNOLDS
& I GET HIGH LIKE PLANES

CATCH ME AT THE BORDER
------ G O T V I S A S I N M Y N A M E

" HEY ELLEN, YOU GOT ANY NICKNAMES ? "

I would be abhorred if anybody called me anything but Mrs. Reynolds.Well, I guess that�s not all together true. I asked Father Elmwood to call me Ellen and my children call me Mama. My nephew calls me Auntie El�cute, isn�t it?

" WHAT ABOUT YOUR MIDDLE NAME ? CAN
YOU TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT IT ? "

My grandmother�s name was Frances. She died shortly before I was born, so I was given her name in hopes that I would carry on her spirit.

" WOW THAT'S FASCINATING ! NOW HOW OLD
ARE YOU ? AND WHEN SHOULD I BAKE YOU A
CAKE ? "

I am 45. My birthday is November 29th.

" SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ? "

I am purging Darkness Falls of sin and vice�in essence. I am the de facto leader of the Believers� Cult, although I think Cult is, perhaps, too strong a word. Frankly, if everybody would just wake up and see the light of day, we wouldn�t need a separate group�but people are, at times, ignorant in their sin. In addition to that, I am a mother of three girls and a little nephew who lives with us. I write for our Diocese�s monthly newsletter�I have to pay the bills somehow.

FEEL LIKE SITTING ON TRAINS
------- I ' M C L O C K I N G T H A T G A M E

" HEY, HAVEN'T I SEEN YOU ON YOUTUBE ? "

Youtube? That�s what the girls are always on the computer with? No�at least I hope not. The girls think that I look like some actress�a Laura Linney or somebody like that. She�s a secular actress, I try not to watch many secular movies.

" WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR LOOKS ? "

�Vanity! All is Vanity!� Young people these days place too big an emphasis on physical appearance and things. In anycase, I love my red hair. My grandmother�s hair was red when she was young, but my mother had black hair. I liked my grandmother better than my mother, so I�m quite glad to have her hair rather than my mom�s. I�m not particularly fond of anything else, I guess. My skin is pale enough�I�m quite opposed to women who look like they�re oompa loompas or something like that. Really, I�m thankful that I am who I am�God doesn�t make mistakes.

" WHAT DON'T YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR LOOKS ? "

As I said, God doesn�t make mistakes�but I�m only human. Even though James disagreed, I don�t think that I�m very well endowed in the chest area�which is fine for a moral woman. They played their role when I was nursing. Further, I very much dislike my nose. It�s very similar to my mother�s�I don�t like my mother.

WE'RE MAKING THE FAME
---- B O N A F I D E H U S T L E R

" WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO WITH YOUR FREE
TIME ? "

I pray�a lot. In fact, I keep the old monastic prayer schedule�six am, noon, five pm, nine pm�plus I lead the rosary every morning eight o�clock. I also write a bit�I�m where Lorraine gets her writing from, I dare say. I am a regular columnist for the Diocese�s monthly newsletter. It provides a little income, plus I like it. I also keep a journal and do some personal writing�less so since this whole business has started in town. I just can�t find the time. I have a degree in religion from the College of St. Catherine�I was going to become a nun, but felt the call to marriage instead. As a way to relieve recent stress, I�ve taken up knitting.[b/] It is very therapeutic, but not half as much as prayer is.

" IN THE WHOLE WORLD, WHAT ARE THE
TEN THINGS YOU LOVE THE MOST ? "

[b]God.[b] I feel uniquely called by God to lead Darkness Falls out of sin and vice. God is my everything. [b]My family

The Church

Father Elmwood

Coffee

Chick Flicks

Sacramental Wine

Religion

Writing

Prayer

" IN THE WHOLE WORLD, WHAT ARE THE
TEN THINGS YOU HATE THE MOST ? "

SinI absolutely detest sin. There is nothing so vile in the entire world as sin. That said, I possess a lot of it. HypocritesThere is something to be said for those people who preach the Good News, but do not live it. They are abominations and deserve hellfire.Ignorant peopleJesus was so understanding of everything. I think that we all need to be understanding. After all, if we�re going to win souls, how can we if we don�t understand our target? AtheistsThere are very few things in the world more appalling than Atheists. At least other pagans think there is some form of a God out there. Atheists don�t. That pisses me off more than anything else on this planet. ScienceScience tries to undermine the work that God is doing on this planet. Science tries to disprove God�s existence, which is utter rubbish. HomewreckersWomen (and men) who come into other people�s homes and engage in adulterous relationships ought to be stoned for all the pain they cause. I know. My mother was one. Liberals I don�t bother myself with politics�it�s too temporal for my tastes. When I say liberal, I mean liberals in the Church. They are so gosh-darn bent on destruction of the Church�with their goddess worship and their tree-hugging. It�s all ridiculous in my book.Scratchy Sweaters My mother would always make us wear scratchy sweaters wherever we went. Needless to say, these sweaters were not new. No, my mother might as well have taken out stock in GoodWill for the amount of money that she spent there. Thrift Stores When I was a girl, I never had a new article of clothing�everything was second, third, fourth, or fifth hand. I made a promise to never purchase anything from a thrift store again. My girls all had new clothing when they were younger. War I lost my husband to war. His death was unnecessary. I could never condone a war between human beings, no matter if the opponents aren�t Christian. I just�I can�t. Skeptics I can�t fathom why these people won�t open their eyes and see the truth that the Lord God is extracting revenge for our sins. Their safety resides in their own hands, not mine. I can do nothing but pray and follow His will.

" WHAT TEN WORDS WOULD YOUR BEST FRI
END USE TO DESCRIBE YOU ? "

A lot of my friends think that I am very zealous. They just don�t realize how close my walk with God is. My girls think that I�m doting. I�ll accept that one. I love them all. Some, I wouldn�t say they were friends though, have called me judgmental. To tell the truth, we need people to be more discerning. James always said that I was loving. I would lay my life down for him and girls. In terms of religion, I�ve been called traditional and conservative. I�ll also accept that. I�ve also heard the word crafty used to describe me, but I haven�t a clue what one could mean by that. My family always compliments me on being a good cook. I learned from my grandmother, what can I say? My mother still writes and tells me that I�m �bitter and selfish.� She�s, quite obviously, been taken by some fit of darkness.

" WHAT FIVE WORDS WOULD YOU USE TO
DESCRIBE YOU ? "

I am faithful to my God and devoted to my family. I do consider myself pretty artistic when it comes to writing and things like that. I am friendly so long as a person is not drowning in sin. Finally, when it comes to this whole issue of God�s judgment on Darkness Falls, I�m right.

ALL I WANNA DO IS AND
------ A T A K E Y O U R M O N E Y

" SO YOU'VE GOT FAMILY, YEAH ? WHAT
ARE YOUR PARENTS CALLED AND HOW
DO THEY BRING IN THE EUROS ? "

My father�s name is George Herbert Walker and he is a a shoe salesman in Minnesota. My mother�s name is Adel Lena Walker[b] and she is a [b]~~cretin~~ oh, excuse me, she�s a �Pentecostal preacher.�. They are divorced. He lives in Minnesota. She moves around a lot

" WHAT ABOUT SIBLINGS ? DO YOU HAVE
ANY AND IF SO WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES
AND AGES ? "

Nope. I'm the only child of �the Rev.� and Mr. Walker.

" WHERE WERE YOU BORN ? "

Georgia, but we moved around a lot.[/ SIZE]

[SIZE=2]" WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME A LITTLE
BIT ABOUT YOUR PAST THEN ? "

I was the only child of a shoe salesman and a Pentecostal preacherwoman. We constantly moved around the United States, following my mother�s revival circuit. One morning we could be in Michigan and the next morning we would be in Illinois. As you can imagine, we didn�t have a house�just a little Scamp-brand trailer and a station wagon. To be frank, that is no way for a little girl to grow up. That, however, was what I was given to work with.

Since we moved around so often, I never attended a public school. Wherever we went, my mother passed me off from teacher to teacher, cheating the system by never enrolling me in any formal schooling. Oh, I was registered as attending �Sunny Hills Home School,� but that was a load of bull. Where my secular education suffered, my religious education flourished. Every night, I would listen to my mother preach up a fiery sermon about morality. During the day, I attended the Sunday School-like program that my mother and her preacher-friends would put on wherever they went.

As I grew older, I started to question my mother�s fiery sermons. I was definitely disinterested in this ridiculous life style. There were some perks to the life style, don�t get me wrong. I had a boyfriend in every town that we went. Needless to say, I didn�t live up to the moral that my mother preacher. Nope. Nearly every pastor�s son (and then some) in the Bible Belt could have been caught making out with me in the bushes before and/or during and/or after the revivals that my mother lead. In retrospect, I am horribly ashamed of my life style.

When I was seventeen years old, I found out that I wasn�t the only one playing behind the bushes. My father caught my mother fiddling around with some big-time televangelist. His heart was broken. He was the faithful, loyal husband throughout their whole marriage. I saw the pain that he went through and vowed to never be like my mother. I moved out with my father. My dad�s sister finished my high school education and I was on my way to college.

I couldn�t stand to affiliate myself with those evangelical circles that my mother did. I rebelled the exact opposite and joined the Catholic Church. I realized all of my sin�namely promiscuous relationships�and wanted to change my life. I entered the noviate of the Dominicans, then started college with a major in religion. By the time that I graduated, I found that I couldn�t be a nun�I just didn�t have the calling. I, instead, met this wonderful military man.

James Reynolds and I hit things off quite quickly. I was two months out of the convent and just getting over the religiously-devout life style. James was a Catholic, but wasn�t overly zealous. We went out on a few dates, then decided to go steady. We were married six months later. My oldest followed the wedding by nine months.

Two years ago, sadly enough, James was killed in Iraq. I panicked. I didn�t know what to do. Here I was�a widowed mother of three girls with James� sister�s son living with me. For a few weeks, I locked myself away in my room, refusing to come out even to cook for the girls. It then hit me�God hadn�t left me. I hadn�t left God either, really. I wasn�t as faithful as I had been during college, but I still attended Mass on Sundays. I then rededicated myself to God and His Church. Along with help from Father Jenkins, St. Francis Church thrived.

Then, Father Jenkins was found hanging in his own church. Further, I was the one who found him. I called the Bishop and informed him of everything. The Bishop promised to send a new priest as soon as possible. In the interim, I was authorized to take charge of the parish. I recognized the sin present in Darkness Falls and surrounding areas. I recognized God�s distaste for our sin. I recognized the statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary bleeding profusely. That was the final straw. I organized a group of faithful�those who also saw the sin in Darkness Falls and desired to prevent God�s wrath from coming to us�and called it the Believers. We�ve since been labeled as a cult by several members of the community and visiting scientists and journalists. Father Elmwood was sent as Father Jenkins� successor. He is a good young lad�albeit with a few dark secrets. He appears to recognize my authority in the Believers, which is good for both of us. I dearly hope that he is able to avoid those damned scientists who insist on running the town.

PIRATE SKULLS AND BONES
------ S T I C K S A N D S T O N E S

HEY, I'M CODY & I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING
FOR 8 YEARS. MY CHARACTER HERE IS
PLAYED BY LAURA LINNEY AND APART FROM HER I
PLAY NOBODY ELSE YET WANNA SEE HOW
I DO?

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Lambeth Palace was an expansive place. In addition to being physically expansive, the palace came with an expansive staff. This was no mere rectory. There were towers and gardens and chapels and libraries and oh so many corridors and staircases to explore. Alas, Eleanor was no mere visitor to the palace--she was the occupant. Having tours of your home being conducted was a very foreign feeling to Eleanor. In her former parishes--even in her position as Bishop of Winchester--she was used to have staff--a few secretaries and a canon or two. Now, she had a staff of nearly twenty individuals, including two chaplains, two press officers, a chief of staff, several secretaries, three gardeners (Eleanor was not aware that her new garden was considered a historic landmark), and a few personal assistants, not to mention the volunteer tour guides. Managing this staff was a job in and of itself--let alone having to worry about the entire Anglican Communion. She, of course, was aided in that mission by a few suffragan bishops--the Bishop of Dover and the Bishop of Derham, but still, it was a stressful job.

Stressful jobs, of course, called for tea--especially when that tea came with good company. Further, if that good company and tea could be written off as a business meeting, life was good. Such a tea date was scheduled with Mr. Andi Stevens, the Minister for the Environment. When Eleanor was enthroned a few months back, Mr. Stevens was one of the first people whom she sought to speak with. In this very public position within the Church, Eleanor planned on stirring some of her flock into better care for Creation. The easiest way to do that--she figured--was to get the government on board. With the highest-ranking environmentalist on her side, Eleanor was bound to effect some change in her flock and the UK in general.

Further, she enjoyed Andi's company. The young man was brilliant, but did not retain the stuffiness that many many people of his intellect did. He was quite personable--something that Eleanor found very helpful when working with people. She could not imagine being an introvert in politics or the Church--there was something they had in common. No, in addition to providing spot-on environmental leadership for the country, Andi was a wonderful friend--even of a few months--and delightful company.

The minister and the archbishop had agreed to convene in her study at three o'clock in the pm--tea time. When Eleanor first invited Andi to Lambeth, they met in the pink drawing room--the least gaudy of all the formal meeting spaces in the palace. It was her practice to entertain formal guests in that drawing room. Andi, however, was no formal guest--he was a friend. That said, Eleanor alerted her staff--the gatekeepers and personal assistants--that the young man was to be brought directly to her study--just off the main atrium.

Eleanor insisted, despite the arguing of her assistants, on making her own tea. Every British woman, no matter how an office, was obligated to make her own tea. That said, Eleanor had arranged for a small hot plate to be installed in one of the rooms adjacent to her study. As the time for her appointment with Andi drew nearer, she set the kettle on the burner and turned it on, taking in the scent of the burning gasoline. The previous night, she had been in a domestic mood and had brought along rhubarb muffins--a step away from her normal biscuits and scones--for her rendezvous.

With the kettle on and the muffins arranged stylishly on a platter, Eleanor sat down at her desk and sighed. She had so much work to get to. She had parishes to visit, trips abroad to plan, charities to sponsor, babies to baptize, and oh so much more. With a grin, the woman realized how necessary this whole staff was going to prove. Eleanor, already, was providing a wind of change for the centuries-old position. Where her predecessors--the stuffy old men that they were--always wore their official cassocks whilst in the office, a seemingly 'off duty' kind of thing, Eleanor dressed down with a purple collared shirt, a black skirt, and black coat. Those items, along with a few accessories--a variety of cross necklaces, bracelets, earrings, etc.--formed her daily uniform. Gone were the days of the archbishop dressing like the 'Lord' that he was. It was time that the position came to the level of the common layperson. She hoped that Andi would be able to help her achieve that.

YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS
------ T H E C R E D I T S

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