Post by PETER FREDERIC GERALD on Mar 26, 2012 16:16:05 GMT -5
Oh, hey Denver! Look who's it is! It's Peter Frederic Gerald! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Pepper? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on July 15th, and grew up to be a hefty 6'. You can always tell it's Pepper because of their fluffy brown hair, hazel/greenish eyes and big hair and stick legs. Not to mention they've gotten themselves zero tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Kyle Jammeson? I personally don't see it though ....
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.
Pepper tried to expel some of the principal's unwanted, excessive energy by fidgeting. By moving his fingers, his toes, his limbs, he could shed some of that negative feelings he was inheriting from the guy. Hopefully the principal wouldn't notice ... it might be interpreted as nervousness. Truth to be told, Pepper was not nervous at all! He knew he would get into AMG, he could feel it in his bones. But he played along, knowing that if he didn't, then he wouldn't get in.
"I'm Peter Frederic Gerald... but most people call me Pepper. It's a funny story really. When we were young, my sister didn't know how to say my name. So instead of Peter, it was Pepper." he found himself rambling and tried to snap himself back onto the task at hand. It was a bad habit, and he couldn't help it. Pepper knew he would talk forever, if there was someone to listen; it was just remembering to stop that was hard. "Anyway, I am sixteen years old, born on July 15. That would make me a sophomore here. I come from the glorious Denver, in the Colorado area, where I was born and raised." He ended his introduction with a cute shrug of the shoulder, and crossing his legs in a very snooty way.
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.
A smile appeared on Pepper's face. With all this energy, it was hard to keep his enthusiasm in check. He felt like jumping out of his seat and running around the room. Was that normal? He giggled at the principal's request, "I can shift into a lion, silly! I'm surprised you don't know that!" he continued to laugh, only to figure out that he was being a little too enthusiastic. The principal was not having it, and that was clear. He seemed to be such a intolerant man. Pepper cleared his throat, trying to rid of the giggles. "The process is quite painless, see. It first happened when I was say ... five or six years old? I was playing hid and seek with my cat, Scout and I was so excited, that I shifted into a lion! Could you imagine that? A lion in the living room!" A sharp laugh escaped him, and he slapped his knee. "Man, those were the days. I can still remember my parents' face when they first saw me shift. Oh jeez." Pepper pretended to wipe away fake tears from under his eyes, flicking his wrist way out there in the air. Unfortunately, the principal didn't share his sense of humor.
"And when I am a lion, I can still think like a human. It's just like I have a big, furry, heavy body, that's all. I can shift if I really concentrate on the idea. But I'm not perfect yet. I remember I had to be home schooled because I would randomly shift into a lion. Sometimes half way too, with just the mane and everything. I'm pretty good now, but I occasionally still shift from pure emotion." Pepper shrugged a bit. It's not like he could help it. That was what AMG was for right? To help him with the control and shit? "You should see me when I half-way shift. I'm so creepy ... " Pepper's voice trailed off dryly.
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?"
"How can you be asking me of home, when I miss my cat so much!" he said dramatically, putting the back of his hand his forehead and letting out a long, exaggerated gasp. In a dead-serious tone and widened eyes, he continued. "My cat! Surly you know of him. Foster! I'm going to bring him if I get accepted. He's the love of my life, I swear. Well, other than my parents ... and my other cat Scout, who I mentioned but is now deceased..." Pepper's voice trailed off. "May they rest in peace."
"You know what? Yeah, I'll tell you about my family life." he said assertively, shoving his index finger down into the arm rest. "I have a mother and a father: Rebecca and Richard Gerald. I know what you're thinking: Rebecca and Richard! Ooh! They have both names that start with R! Seriously? That's not important right now. What's important right now is me and me talking about my family!" Pepper was always this dramatic and jumpy. He cleared his throat in an interrupting way, as he saw the principal jot down a few notes. "I have a younger sister, Claire. She's a doll. Well, not a real doll, but she's just as pretty as one! And she's real! Anyway, she's only a few years younger than me... I'm sure you guys will invite her to AMG some day." His sister was capable of talking to the dead. Scary thought, yes. He didn't mention it though. In case AMG wasn't around in the future, he didn't want his sister's power to be something everyone knew about. No doubt people would be on her all the time if it was publicized.
"Our home is nice, you know. Hard wood floors, creaky doors. I love it a lot. It has this certain smell that reminds you of old homes. Well, it is an old home ... I just like it, all right!?" Pepper squeezed the arm rests and made a funny face as he waited for the principal to ask the next question. With a split decision, he decided to apologize for his wacky behaviour. "Uh, P? Mind if I call you that? P, I know this may sounds strange, but I am a bit of a wack job. My parents raised me to be crazy and express myself through my actions, not necessarily words. I think I may have taken it too seriously, but that's besides the point! Who I am is an energetic, charismatic person who loves to be dramatic and fierce!"
He contemplated whether or not he should talk about his parents' occupations ... but decided against it. The principal already seemed to have enough Pepper to last a lifetime, so he shuffled his feet and awaited the next question.
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?"
Before the principal could finish the question, Pepper interrupted him with great enthusiasum, "A vet! I want to be a vet so so so so so so SO BAD. There is nothing more that I want than to work with cats the rest of my life. Doesn't even have to be big cats. It could be house cats. And if I can't be a vet, then a vet tech it is! I don't care." his words escaped him faster than he could make them up and he heard the words begin to mash together. It was true, he loved cats and all the special love and affection they offered.
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.
Pepper pondered this for a moment. And another moment. He wasn't quite sure what to say. He wasn't one that had lots of hobbies or collections or anything of the sort. He just kind of ... went with the flow, and did what he felt like. "... Uh. I volunteer at the cat center, if that's what you're asking. But other than that, I don't really have any hobbies or special talents or anything like that. So nope! I won't have any problems here!" He knew there'd be lots of people just dying to get of the island. But Pepper imagined that it wouldn't be that bad, since he's never lived on island before, let alone with a stranger and attending a supernatural school.
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.
"Personally, I think AMG is doing a good job opening up a school. It's a great place for specials like me to meet other specials, and also a place where we can freely practice our powers without fear.... oh my gosh, I feel a movie scene montage coming up!" Pepper paused for a moment and looked up into the air blankly, as if truly expecting a montage. After a moment or two, he realized that it wasn't going to happen. With a saddened face, Pepper continued as if nothing happened. "But my power is kind of a nuisance. Other than in the face of danger, my power isn't helpful at all! Sure, I can scare off a bad guy, but I can't float myself a soda whenever I want. But whatever. I'm gifted right? Right, and I'm thankful for it, I swear."
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.
"Nope, I'm all good. I've been studying AMG for a while now, and I know all the ins and outs. Just tell me when school starts and if I can bring my cat!" Pepper stood up abruptly and shot his arm toward the principal for a shake of the hand.
Pepper tried to expel some of the principal's unwanted, excessive energy by fidgeting. By moving his fingers, his toes, his limbs, he could shed some of that negative feelings he was inheriting from the guy. Hopefully the principal wouldn't notice ... it might be interpreted as nervousness. Truth to be told, Pepper was not nervous at all! He knew he would get into AMG, he could feel it in his bones. But he played along, knowing that if he didn't, then he wouldn't get in.
"I'm Peter Frederic Gerald... but most people call me Pepper. It's a funny story really. When we were young, my sister didn't know how to say my name. So instead of Peter, it was Pepper." he found himself rambling and tried to snap himself back onto the task at hand. It was a bad habit, and he couldn't help it. Pepper knew he would talk forever, if there was someone to listen; it was just remembering to stop that was hard. "Anyway, I am sixteen years old, born on July 15. That would make me a sophomore here. I come from the glorious Denver, in the Colorado area, where I was born and raised." He ended his introduction with a cute shrug of the shoulder, and crossing his legs in a very snooty way.
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.
A smile appeared on Pepper's face. With all this energy, it was hard to keep his enthusiasm in check. He felt like jumping out of his seat and running around the room. Was that normal? He giggled at the principal's request, "I can shift into a lion, silly! I'm surprised you don't know that!" he continued to laugh, only to figure out that he was being a little too enthusiastic. The principal was not having it, and that was clear. He seemed to be such a intolerant man. Pepper cleared his throat, trying to rid of the giggles. "The process is quite painless, see. It first happened when I was say ... five or six years old? I was playing hid and seek with my cat, Scout and I was so excited, that I shifted into a lion! Could you imagine that? A lion in the living room!" A sharp laugh escaped him, and he slapped his knee. "Man, those were the days. I can still remember my parents' face when they first saw me shift. Oh jeez." Pepper pretended to wipe away fake tears from under his eyes, flicking his wrist way out there in the air. Unfortunately, the principal didn't share his sense of humor.
"And when I am a lion, I can still think like a human. It's just like I have a big, furry, heavy body, that's all. I can shift if I really concentrate on the idea. But I'm not perfect yet. I remember I had to be home schooled because I would randomly shift into a lion. Sometimes half way too, with just the mane and everything. I'm pretty good now, but I occasionally still shift from pure emotion." Pepper shrugged a bit. It's not like he could help it. That was what AMG was for right? To help him with the control and shit? "You should see me when I half-way shift. I'm so creepy ... " Pepper's voice trailed off dryly.
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?"
"How can you be asking me of home, when I miss my cat so much!" he said dramatically, putting the back of his hand his forehead and letting out a long, exaggerated gasp. In a dead-serious tone and widened eyes, he continued. "My cat! Surly you know of him. Foster! I'm going to bring him if I get accepted. He's the love of my life, I swear. Well, other than my parents ... and my other cat Scout, who I mentioned but is now deceased..." Pepper's voice trailed off. "May they rest in peace."
"You know what? Yeah, I'll tell you about my family life." he said assertively, shoving his index finger down into the arm rest. "I have a mother and a father: Rebecca and Richard Gerald. I know what you're thinking: Rebecca and Richard! Ooh! They have both names that start with R! Seriously? That's not important right now. What's important right now is me and me talking about my family!" Pepper was always this dramatic and jumpy. He cleared his throat in an interrupting way, as he saw the principal jot down a few notes. "I have a younger sister, Claire. She's a doll. Well, not a real doll, but she's just as pretty as one! And she's real! Anyway, she's only a few years younger than me... I'm sure you guys will invite her to AMG some day." His sister was capable of talking to the dead. Scary thought, yes. He didn't mention it though. In case AMG wasn't around in the future, he didn't want his sister's power to be something everyone knew about. No doubt people would be on her all the time if it was publicized.
"Our home is nice, you know. Hard wood floors, creaky doors. I love it a lot. It has this certain smell that reminds you of old homes. Well, it is an old home ... I just like it, all right!?" Pepper squeezed the arm rests and made a funny face as he waited for the principal to ask the next question. With a split decision, he decided to apologize for his wacky behaviour. "Uh, P? Mind if I call you that? P, I know this may sounds strange, but I am a bit of a wack job. My parents raised me to be crazy and express myself through my actions, not necessarily words. I think I may have taken it too seriously, but that's besides the point! Who I am is an energetic, charismatic person who loves to be dramatic and fierce!"
He contemplated whether or not he should talk about his parents' occupations ... but decided against it. The principal already seemed to have enough Pepper to last a lifetime, so he shuffled his feet and awaited the next question.
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?"
Before the principal could finish the question, Pepper interrupted him with great enthusiasum, "A vet! I want to be a vet so so so so so so SO BAD. There is nothing more that I want than to work with cats the rest of my life. Doesn't even have to be big cats. It could be house cats. And if I can't be a vet, then a vet tech it is! I don't care." his words escaped him faster than he could make them up and he heard the words begin to mash together. It was true, he loved cats and all the special love and affection they offered.
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.
Pepper pondered this for a moment. And another moment. He wasn't quite sure what to say. He wasn't one that had lots of hobbies or collections or anything of the sort. He just kind of ... went with the flow, and did what he felt like. "... Uh. I volunteer at the cat center, if that's what you're asking. But other than that, I don't really have any hobbies or special talents or anything like that. So nope! I won't have any problems here!" He knew there'd be lots of people just dying to get of the island. But Pepper imagined that it wouldn't be that bad, since he's never lived on island before, let alone with a stranger and attending a supernatural school.
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.
"Personally, I think AMG is doing a good job opening up a school. It's a great place for specials like me to meet other specials, and also a place where we can freely practice our powers without fear.... oh my gosh, I feel a movie scene montage coming up!" Pepper paused for a moment and looked up into the air blankly, as if truly expecting a montage. After a moment or two, he realized that it wasn't going to happen. With a saddened face, Pepper continued as if nothing happened. "But my power is kind of a nuisance. Other than in the face of danger, my power isn't helpful at all! Sure, I can scare off a bad guy, but I can't float myself a soda whenever I want. But whatever. I'm gifted right? Right, and I'm thankful for it, I swear."
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.
"Nope, I'm all good. I've been studying AMG for a while now, and I know all the ins and outs. Just tell me when school starts and if I can bring my cat!" Pepper stood up abruptly and shot his arm toward the principal for a shake of the hand.
[b]kyle jammeson[/b] • [i]peter frederic gerald[/i]
