Post by STEPHANIE REEVES on Mar 30, 2012 1:31:51 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Chicago! Look who's it is! It's Stephanie Marie Reeves! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Steph or Miss Reeves? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on June 2nd, and grew up to be a hefty 5'4". You can always tell it's Steph because of their brown hair, chocolate eyes and italian complexion. Not to mention they've gotten themselves two tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Jessie James? I personally don't see it though ....
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[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.
The newly graduated woman sat with legs crossed, a little nervous. She cleared her throat before continuing, "Well, Sir, my name is Stephanie Reeves. I am twenty three years old and a recent graduate of Ohio State University. I have a bachelor's degree in Education and Literature, working towards a Master's." Her brows arched as the man in front of her shuffled through his papers. He did not seem too focused on the interview, it seemed. "I attended AMG while I was in high school, and have always wanted to return to Grace Island." She ran her fingers through her long, brown hair - a habit when she was nervous. "And I would really love the opportunity to work here."
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.
Stephanie's brows creased with his reaction, wondering if this was his usual personality or if he was having a bad day. However, Stephanie kept it very polite and professional, though a little shaken by his blunt question. "I have the gift of telepathy," Stephanie couldn't help the smirk on her face when his face turned white under his hands. "Don't worry, I can only read thoughts through direct eye contact." Stephanie had the sinking feeling that the principal wouldn't look her in the eye again for the entire interview. "I had first discovered it when I was a baby. Of course, I don't exactly remember the first time, but I remember being confused why I heard them without seeing their mouths move. As I grew up, I was better at identifying it, but I never told my parents about it. I thought everyone was able to do it." She shrugged, picking an imaginary piece of lint off her pencil skirt. "It wasn't until middle school that I realized that I had an ability that almost no one had. My parents found out and sent me here to study through out all of high school. I learned how to control it, tune it out, or make it stronger when necessary."
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?"
Background information here. Make sure to have a real sense of what they were like as a kid.
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?"
Future goals here.
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 here and your reaction. I don't imagine this to be too long.
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.
Does your character think that this is utterly unnatural? Is it something that makes them special?
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.
here.
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