Post by VANCE EASTON MORIARTY on Mar 28, 2012 19:07:31 GMT -5
Oh, hey Orlando! Look who's it is! It's Vance Easton Morirarty! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Van or Cici? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on January 3rd, and grew up to be a hefty 6’1”. You can always tell it's Vance because of their black hair, piercing blue eyes and overall attractive face mixed with punk style. Not to mention they've gotten themselves ten tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Ash Stymest? 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.
He looks anything but pleased to be there, his leg bouncing anxiously. All he wants it s a cigarette and to go meet up with Kady but no. He lets out an annoyed sigh and tilts his head back. “Vance Easton Moriarty. Sixteen. Sophomore.” He probably should mention a bit more, like his problems with aggression, but they will be finding that out soon enough. Besides, it’s probably all over his files. Hey, the guy asked for the basics.
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.
With a roll of his eyes Vance kept his gaze at the ceiling. “I can manipulate kinetic energy. When something moves I can take that energy and turn it into a sort of…” He tilted his head as he thought about how to describe it. While he liked the chance to show off he knew showing off to this man was a waste of talent. “Physical manifestation of that energy.” Blasts and bolts and shit. Aw yeah. “I discovered it through a friend.” A man of many words.
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?"
“I don’t really see how this is any of your business.”
He looks anything but pleased to be there, his leg bouncing anxiously. All he wants it s a cigarette and to go meet up with Kady but no. He lets out an annoyed sigh and tilts his head back. “Vance Easton Moriarty. Sixteen. Sophomore.” He probably should mention a bit more, like his problems with aggression, but they will be finding that out soon enough. Besides, it’s probably all over his files. Hey, the guy asked for the basics.
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.
With a roll of his eyes Vance kept his gaze at the ceiling. “I can manipulate kinetic energy. When something moves I can take that energy and turn it into a sort of…” He tilted his head as he thought about how to describe it. While he liked the chance to show off he knew showing off to this man was a waste of talent. “Physical manifestation of that energy.” Blasts and bolts and shit. Aw yeah. “I discovered it through a friend.” A man of many words.
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?"
“I don’t really see how this is any of your business.”
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?"
He finally tilts his head back down to face the principal. “Who says I want to fit in? What if I enjoy being an individual? I don’t need the acceptance of freaks like you.” He scoffs and crosses his arms, the bouncing leg finally ceasing so it could rest against the leg of the desk in front of him. “All I want is to just be done with this place so I can open up my own tattoo shop.” And be with Kady. That would be nice too.
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.
“Did I not just say I want to be a tattoo artist? That kind of answers your stupid question.” His eyes roll again and his head tilts back once more. “I sketch and write a lot.” He wasn’t about to tell this pathetic excuse of a man he wore poetry and liked to read intellectual books. How intellectual Vance liked to be at times was between him and Kitty and no one else.
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.
His answer was a simple shrug. “There’s not much ‘supernatural’ to it. Don’t try and butter it up, just be honest. We’re the product of idiot scientists. What more is there to feel about that?”
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.
He said nothing more and just stood, slamming the door shut behind him and pulling out a cigarette as he walked away.[/div]
[url=http://eoas2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile&user=vance]ASH STYMEST[/url]
[/center]