DOVALL, ARTEMIS ESKIL Apr 5, 2012 16:36:07 GMT -5
Post by ARTEMIS ESKIL DOVALL on Apr 5, 2012 16:36:07 GMT -5
[classy=apptite]ARTEMIS ESIKIL DOVALL
14. WEIRDO. FLUFFY. FLUFFYSEXUAL. SOLO.
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Mjölby! Look who's it is! It's Artemis Eskil Dovall! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Artie? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on August 23rd, and grew up to be a hefty 5'7”. You can always tell it's Artie because of their platinum blond hair, bright blue eyes and petit stature and features, complete lack of body hair, fluffy, speaks broken English, chicken legs, built like a string bean. little moles all over his cheeks, and lips that look like he wears gloss. Not to mention they've gotten themselves no tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Johan Palm? I personally don't see it though ....[/classy]
[classy=app1]The fat lard of a principal looked over his papers with a rather disinterested attitude. He noticed you sitting down, but doesn't really have the courtesy to look up from his desk. To you, he says out loud. "Let's begin sha'll we? Tell me the basic details about yourself." With a cough, he shuffled through is papers and glanced at you once through his small eye glasses.
Remember to include your full name, age, grade level and anything else you think would be relevant (disorders etc.)
He takes a moment to look around before sitting, curling up in a perching position on the chair available. His legs bent to his chest and his hands holding onto his shins. It doesn’t look very comfortable but he appears rather calm, staring past the man rather than at him. Because quite frankly he looks like he just rolled out of a McDonald’s trash bin and it makes him want to vomit. He doesn’t answer straight away, seeming to process the words before finally opening his mouth to speak. “My name is Artemis Dovall,” he says slowly, accent heavy. “I am fourteen year and freshman. Sorry for my English, I understand better than I speak it.” He rests his head on his chin and allows a thick curtain of hair to fall in his face, fluffy and messy like he forgot he even had hair after rolling out of bed. Okay, so perhaps his judgments on this principal were a bit hypocritical.
With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, threw his glasses on the desk and ran his chubby fingers through thinning, greasy hair. He pinched the nose of his bridge and closed his eyes tightly as he said, "You know about the truth of this place. Now, I didn't invite you personally, my staff did. So please, give me a run down of your power." With his eyes still shut, the principal gestured with one arm toward you to begin.
Go through the whole process of using your power. As a young adult, it's probably not well-developed or under control yet, so you can talk about that. Feel free to mention any stories; like of how you discovered your power.
“Power?” Questioning tone, muttering to himself a bit before realizing what he meant. “Oh! Ja, I can, euh, how to explain. I can change how things are. I can change where we are. I think is called ‘reality’? Change ‘reality’. For instant, I notice things that most people ignore. I see them and I can see part of people they don’t really know they are showing. Fear. Worry. I see it in your body language.” He paused, appearing puzzled. He wasn’t really sure how to go on, because he really had no idea how to explain his power to people in a way that would make sense. Even in his native language it scarcely made sense to him. “When I was small I get mad at my brother and, euh, accidentally change bedroom into a tiny closet. He is afraid of small space. Mama and Pop couldn’t understand how it happen. Would not change back. I can usually change back though. I practice a lot on small thing. Usually happen on accident. Usually to do with what people are afraid of.” He sighed gently, adjusting his toosh a bit to get more comfortable.
Finally, his eyes opened groggily. However, he wasn't much warmer. He yawned loudly and largely as he looked over your paper. With eyes watery and face red he continued, "I see why we would have invited you. Let's see..ah yes. Mind telling a bit about your family and where you're from?"
“Is not much to say, really. Am from Mjölby. Parents’ married young and I grew up with older brother and older sister, then three younger sister and two younger brother. Nothing special really happen other than what I say about my power. Was very normal. Sometimes we moved, sometimes was hard, but sometimes was easy and fun. We move to America for Mama to get a better job, and my sister stay in Sweden with her husband and two babies. Been in America a year and citizenship is being worked out. A teacher suggest this school for them when he see me use my power, and they think is for exchange program. They don’t understand enough yet, but I will tell them soon. They just think I am odd. Everyone does. Is okay.” He paused to think if he had forgotten anything, simply shrugging. “Is it, really. Normal.”
While you were talking, the principal had made himself comfortable by leaning back in his chair and intertwining his fingers. "Hmpf. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans in the future? Outside of AMG?"
Suddenly his face lit up and his posture straightened, overcome with excitement. “Goals? Prove dragons exist! And fairies! And griffins!” And then he added a quick and modest: “And get better with English…The longest word with one syllable in English is “screeched”…”
He looks much more interested now, rather awake and in a slightly better mood. "Tell me, do you have any hobbies?" he inquired, creating soft jazz hands at the word 'hobbies' as if to mock it. "You're aware that it may be difficult to continue these on the island, as you may not leave outside of break?" It was more of a statement than a question.
“Hobbies are…” He trails off and stretches his legs out finally, all tingly and numb from being bent so long. A little Swedish to English dictionary is removed from his pocket and he flips through until he finds a certain page, muttering under his breath and nodding. “Sing and play guitar. Write songs and music and ja. I learn English from listening to songs, like Van Halen and Steppenwolf. Is my passion.” He nods, pink little lips curled in the biggest toothy smile. He doesn’t even acknowledge the second half of the man’s statement.
The principal crossed his fat arms and leaned on his desk. In a much more serious tone, he asked, "Be honest, child. How do you feel about all of this...supernatural stuff?" his shoulders shrugged as he said it.
It was all he had not to scrunch up his nose whenever the principal moved, instead focusing on something outside of the window. It was such a lovely day. What a waste to be in here answering silly questions. He could be out frolicking! “Supernatural?” Clearly doesn’t understand, checking his dictionary and finding nothing, so he just shakes his head. “I will tell you when I know. Did you know there is a man in Germany who decorate a tree with 10,000 Easter eggs?” Because that was totally relevant information.
He leaned back on the chair that squeaked under his weight. "I see. Personally, I have mixed feelings. Anyway, we're finished now." The Principal grunted loudly as he got up to shake your hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, do you have any questions for AMG?" he added, as he let go of your hand and buzzed the receptionist to lead you out.
“Nej, but you should know that there are student fighting.” He stood and pointed out the window. “Over there. Also, should get flowers for here. Color and nice smell. Inviting to people and less scary.” He gave a little smile, daintily shook the principal’s hand, and followed the receptionist out. Until he bumped into the door frame, and then tripped over his own foot.[/classy]
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