Post by JIMMY CHRISTOPHER NOIR on Apr 18, 2012 6:05:43 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Chicago! Look who's it is! It's james noir! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, jimmy? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on 31st October, and grew up to be a hefty 6ft 5". You can always tell it's jimmy because of their brown hair, green eyes and slim frame. Not to mention they've gotten themselves one tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like max irons? 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.
"Shouldn't my basic information be in that bit of paper in front of you?" Jimmy hissed, leaning back in his chair. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pouch of tobacco and a slim bit of paper. Slowly and meticulously he rolled a cigarette, being oddly picky about the tobacco he used despite it all being the same. He didn't light it, instead he placed it gently into the pouch as if saving it for later. He let the silence hang for a moment before clearing his throat and running a hand through his smartly kept hair style. "'m James, but everyone calls me Jimmy. Jimmy Noir, like the French colour. I guess I'm gunna be twenty-eight this year - shit that's old man...- I'm applying for that teaching position you put up - remember? That Chemistry position. I passed all my exams in it, failed most of the other though..." he chuckled to himself and flicked his tongue out over his bottom lip. With a slight smirk to his lips he crossed his legs over and flicked his smart black shoe with a satisfying sound.
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.
Jimmy uncrossed his legs and leant forward, resting his head in his hands, "You know what...I have the best power there is." Clicking his tongue he looked up at the principle, taking in every bead of sweat that was rolling over the man's hairy upper lip. "Power Mimicry, activated by touch. So if I reach over and grab your shoulder I can have whatever you're having, though..." Jimmy looked the man up and down, and decided better of it. He didn't really want whatever that man had.
"It started when I was about, oh I dunno, twenty? I'm a bit of a late bloomer I guess. My parents had powers, but they pretty much decided I wasn't going to get any. My sister got hers at about thirteen - though she only got like...talking to animals or some shit like that. Useless - thought I did give it a go, talking to the neighbours dog was pretty entertaining."
He sat back, looking away from the man in front of him and over the room around him. "It only last for a day or so, then it fades away. Pretty annoying when you have invisibility and you're sneaking around and it suddenly fades! But hey, you get used to it. I can touch 'normal' people just fine...in case you were wondering."
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?"
Jimmy raised an eyebrow at the man's unprofessionalism, but he didn't comment. Instead he just waved his hand to show he was thinking of a decent answer. "Well, I mean, I've already told you about most of my family. My mother and father run some sort of catering business - they wanted me to join them, but -er - teaching brats was my calling. Plus it's better pay. I dunno what you really need to know about them...I don't speak to them so much anymore, I mean the odd phone call now and then. Nothing special."
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?"
"Well I guess I'd like to start my own business, that would be pretty sweet. With girls in their underwear." Jimmy closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the bliss he would be in. Surrounded by half-naked people in a small space. A typical Friday night if he thought about it. But owning his own business, that would be something special. Something his parents would really be proud of! Not that he really cared what they thought anymore, they had long decided that his sister was a lot better - despite her rubbish power (in his opinion).
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.
"I'm not sure my 'hobbies' should be mentioned in this room...do you?" Jimmy asked with a cheeky grin. "But I'm sure I can keep them here in the island, they're not too extra-curricular, if you know what I mean."
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.
Jimmy scoffed and sat forward, "Child? Really? You're hardly in any position to be patronising. But if you really want my opinion - which I doubt - I think it's...good. To have so many different powers in one place and - er - learning how to control them." The man crossed and uncrossed his legs a few times before settling with one leg perched on the other, his elbows digging into his knees. It looked far more uncomfortable than it actually was.
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.
"Awesome. Cheers mate," Jimmy grinned, leaning forward to shake the man's hand. Another power for a good day or so.
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