Post by ROWAN EZRA CASH on May 9, 2012 21:05:04 GMT -5
[classy=apptite]ROWAN EZRA CASH
[/classy]
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Columbus! Look who's it is! It's Rowan Ezra Cash! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Rory? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on November 5th, and grew up to be a hefty 6'2''. You can always tell it's Rowan/b] because of their dark brown hair, hazel eyes and his smile. Not to mention they've gotten themselves two tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Johnny Knoxville? 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.
Rowan would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous right now. This interview was important; he really wanted this teaching position, and if he didn't get it, it was inevitable that he would end up feeling like a failure. He rubbed his palms on his pants in order to rid them of the sweat that was collecting and then he took a seat in the chair in front of the principal's desk. For a moment, he almost felt like he was a student again, sitting in the principal's office so he could be chastised for something. When he noticed that the man in front of him hadn't looked at him yet, he took a few seconds to close his eyes and take a breath to calm himself down.
When the principal glanced at him, he offered him a small smile and then he cleared his throat to speak. "Well, sir, uh - " shit. He was already using filler words. "Like it says on the paper, my name is Rowan Cash," he informed, trying his best not to put any more filler words in his sentence. It just looked bad during an interview. "I'm thirty-five years old and I'm looking to teach the theatre class you have here. I think it would be a great opportunity to work with the students that attend this school." So far, so good; although, he could feel his face getting red due to how nervous he was. Jesus Christ, just calm down already, he thought. You can do this. There's nothing to be worried about. Rowan smiled again at him, trying to appear calm and collected.
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.
Rowan took note of the principal's body language, and he was quick to catch that he was probably a little annoyed. Was he annoyed by him already? Or annoyed that he had to conduct the interview? Either way, this wasn't going to help his situation. When he saw how greasy his hair was, he made a face like he had just seen a soiled diaper. He was quick to hide his reaction in case he opened his eyes any time soon and he straightened his posture a little. First impressions and all that. "I have the power to change the outcome of something. It's called Probability Manipulation," he told him, relaxing a little since he was able to talk about something he loved. "The easiest scenario I can use to explain it to you is this: Say you're at a casino. You go up to one of those slot machines and you put some money in. Now, what's your chances of getting a jackpot? ...Well, I don't know the likeliness of it exactly, but I know it doesn't happen too often. Not with how much casinos try to cheat you. Anyway, if you focus for a moment, focus really hard, you're going to get that coveted jackpot."
Of course Rowan had tried this. He had tried it numerous times, actually, because he used to have a gambling addiction. He knew he could win. Hell, he could make getting this job more likely, but he didn't want to do that - he wanted to do this the right way. The way it was meant to be. It was a difficult urge to resist, though. Before, he had used his power to get lead roles in school plays, and it took him a while to learn that he shouldn't do that. With a laugh, he started to recall something that had happened in high school. "Oh, and this one time when I was in the eleventh grade, there was this guy that I just could not stand," he started, forgetting to keep his maturity in check. "He was a jerk to people. I had first hour with him and I saw a fly zipping around the room, and while this guy was flapping his mouth, I used my power to make it so that the fly went into his mouth. He gagged and said, 'I think I just swallowed a fly.' What an idiot, right?" When he finished the story, he started to laugh so hard that it made him cry. With a sigh, he wiped his eyes and looked at him. "Sorry."
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?"
"Oh no, not at all," Rowan grinned. His family and his hometown were a few more subjects that he loved to talk about. "I grew up in Columbus, Ohio. My family and I have always been close, and we're always there for each other. My mom and dad are great people. If I ever needed any support, I went to them." His nervousness had totally disappated by now, and he was using his hands as he talked. "I have a brother and a sister, too. They're both younger than I am, so it was hard being the older brother and setting an example for them. No matter how close we were back then, too, we had our fights. But they were always over ridiculous stuff. I remember one that was over how I thought my brother had stolen something of mine, when he hadn't stolen anything at all. I just didn't look around for it that well. I took responsibility for it and apologized, though. Later on, he shaved my eyebrows while I was sleeping just because of that accusation. And let me tell you - the looks people gave me were hysterical." He caught himself smiling at the memory and he cleared his throat before continuing, "my sister would always go in my room. I always thought it was annoying how she wouldn't leave me alone, but she liked being around me because she adored me."
God, he missed his family. Especially his mom. Especially his mom's meatloaf. Countless times he had tried to recreate it, but he just couldn't get it to taste like the one she made. "Playing pranks on each other was a big thing with my family. No one got mad whenever it happened, either. We were good sports." It was probably the reason why he was still so immature, but he didn't want to admit that. "The only time I saw my parents get mad was when we brought home bad grades. Actually, they would get furious. It happened to me twice before I kicked my ass into gear and worked hard to make A's and B's. My sister is the youngest, and when she saw how my parents were when it came to grades, she didn't make the mistake of getting a D or an F. My brother was worse than I was. It took five times before he learned his lesson."
All of this talking was starting to wear him out. He wished he had brought a bottle of water with him. "When I moved away to go to college, they were all sad to see me go. My mom and my sister cried. Mom because her 'baby was leaving the nest' and my sister because she just wanted someone to practice makeup on. All right, I'm kidding about that part. Sort of. I think she cried because she knew she wouldn't see me for a while. Like I said before, she adored me. But when I visited later, I brought her one of those Barbie heads so she could use that to practice on instead of me. Do you have any clue how hard it is to get some of that stuff off? Especially when it's lipstick?" Rowan chuckled.
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?"
Rowan was beginning to feel more sure of himself about this interview, and he couldn't help but grin when the principal said he should fit right in. Then came the hard part: talking about his goals. Honestly, he wasn't completely sure about what his future goals were. He had a few ideas, but they were just that: Ideas. Not a solid plan. "Well, sir, I'll be honest with you. I haven't... thought about much beyond this. I guess I'd like to travel and see the world. Possibly get a part in a movie, but I don't think I'd want to be in more than one. I'd prefer to stick with theatre. So it would also be nice to get a part in a Broadway play. After all of that, I think I'll go back to teaching." He loved teaching. It was something he would be happy doing for the rest of his life. "Oh, and I'd like to eat the world's largest pretzel. Not all at once, of course."
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.
When he saw how the man suddenly got in a better mood, Rowan felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Would learning be considered a hobby? Because I love learning new things, whether it's a fact about how many spiders you eat per year while you sleep - eight, by the way - or if it's a useful math equation. Swimming is another one, along with reading, chess, erm... maybe playing pranks on people, but I swear that won't interrupt my job as a teacher. If you hire me, anyway. I like fishing, traveling..." he shrugged. "Things like that."
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.
Rowan looked away from him for a moment, then bit his lip, took a deep breath, and started his explanation. "I think it's... interesting, and I see how people would think of it negatively. They're afraid of what they don't know, and that's fine. They'll learn that it isn't as bad as they think." He hadn't told his family what he could do because he didn't know what their opinion was about all of this, and he didn't want them to cast him out. It wasn't likely to happen, but he didn't want to take the chance. "Hopefully in the future they'll come to understand it. If they don't, then... que sera, sera. Personally, I love my power. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
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.
As the chair squeaked, Rowan couldn't help but shudder. He hated that sound. When the principal said that they were done, he breathed a sigh of relief. This had to be the most in depth interview he had ever had to go through. He stood up quickly and shook his hand firmly. "It was a pleasure meeting you, too, sir. Thank you for taking the time to interview me." Smiling, his hand fell to his side. "And I do have a question - does the cafeteria sell pretzels?"
[/classy]
[classy=app2]rach. central. female.[/classy]
[classy=apptite]FACE CLAIM [/classy]
[url=http://eoas2.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile&user=rowancash]JOHNNY KNOXVILLE[/url]
