Post by VERA NATASHA ALEKSANDROVA on May 5, 2012 18:58:02 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Saint Petersburg! Look who's it is! It's Vera Aleksandrova! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, n/a? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on December 23rd, and grew up to be a hefty 5'8". You can always tell it's Vera because of their wheat brown hair, light blue eyes and slender figure. Not to mention they've gotten themselves no tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Natalia Vodianova? 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.
Vera stared at the principal with obvious disdain as he questioned her. She was supposed to answer the questions of an obese idiot and be subjugated to his mindless droning simply because she had powers he didn't possess? Oh, if he said one more word, she was going to burst all of his blood vessels, and she was going to take pleasure in watching him writhe and squirm in pain...he would wriggle like a worm and she would emit a loud, cackling laugh as his body fell, limp and lifeless.
Vera shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of the gory images in her head. "My name is Vera Aleksandrova, and I was originally born in Saint Petersburg..." Looking the principal up and down slowly, she elaborated. "Which is the former capital of Russia. You do know where Russia is located, don't you?" She said, not really looking for an answer, and he didn't grant her one. Yes, the man seemed to be a complete buffoon, but she did expect him to have some form of basic knowledge. "I am currently seventeen, which would make me a senior here," Vera declared coldly, her eyes unwavering as she stared at the balding head of the principal.
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.
Vera scoffed at him openly, crossing her arms over her chest. She feigned a melodramatic sigh as she continued to look at him. "My dear sir, shouldn't you do some research on the students you accept into this prestigious institution? For all you know, I may be some kind of freak," Vera said, her tone obviously sarcastic. Rolling her eyes, she then said, "Then again, you very well know that I'm a freak. My power? I can control blood, sir. I can pop your blood vessels with the slightest glance. I can stop your blood from ever reaching your arteries. I can kill you within an instant," Vera replied curtly. She was not going to mention more than that. He did not need to know that she could replenish blood as easily as she could make it vanish, and he did not need to know how little control she had over her power once she started to use it. If she were to ever try to hurt someone with her power, she knew what immense, unintentional damage she could cause, and she also knew how tiring it was to her own body. But the principal? He didn't need to know that.
Childhood memories ran through her head. "I didn't mean to; I didn't mean to!" Vera heard the nine year old version of her scream inside her head. She also heard other screams, screams laced with pain and misery. And then she remembered the silence, the eerie silence that followed the event and that followed her for years, trailing her like a lost puppy. Years and years of silence. Closing her eyes, Vera clenched her fists tightly, watching her knuckles turn white. She was not going to think about that. She was not going to let the principal see the display of emotions she was struggling to hold back. He did not need to know.
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?"
What an idiot, Vera thought inwardly. This was the first time he had glanced at her during this entire "interview", if that was what they called it. And now he wanted to know about her family? Who was he that she would tell him anything? He was vulgar and obscene, and if it were up to Vera, she would have told him nothing. Nothing at all. But it wasn't really up to her, was it? "I'm an only child. Kind enough parents. Moved to the United States when I was ten," Vera said, in a very short, very simple, and very dumbed down history of her childhood.
It was true, though. She hadn't lied. After she had shown her powers at nine, her parents sold all of their belongings and moved to another country, all for her. So she could actually have a life somewhere. She loved her parents deeply, perhaps too deeply. She knew that they didn't want to send her here; Vera didn't want to be here, either. But they all knew that she would cope and that she was strong enough. That was certain. Some part of Vera agreed. If she didn't learn how to control her powers, it was within reason that another accident would happen. Another death would happen, at her hands. The idea wasn't as repulsive to her as it would have been years ago, and that thought scared her. She tried not to think about it. She tried not to think about the many times she wanted to rip someone's flesh off their bodies...if she thought about it, there was nothing preventing her from doing it except her own self-control. It was so hard for her, to control her powers. She thought about death all the time, now, and it scared her.
Suddenly, a convulsive shudder ran down Vera's spine, and her back arched easily. She shook her head once more, looking at the small, piglike eyes of the principal and trying not to think how much better he would look if those eyes were closed. Permanently.
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?"
"Fit right in?" Vera asked scornfully. Was that his attempt at an insult? Why, the smug little bastard; she was going to boil him alive and then eat - cannibalism? Was that what she was resorting to now, cannibalism? The seventeen year old restrained a long, quiet moan and instead decided to reply with, "A doctor. I want to be a doctor. It should come quite naturally, what with my affinity for blood," Vera said, attempting to joke with the principal, to take her mind off of things. It wasn't often that she lost control of her thoughts like that; he simply irritated her. Nevertheless, she was not going to allow her thoughts to run rampant. She was a civilized human being, and she was going to start acting like it.
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 am aware," she responded unflinchingly, her expression back to one of vacant indifference mixed with evident scorn. "I play the piano, sir, as well as write. It's a...'hobby' of mine."
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.
Finally, something she could answer without thinking up ways to kill the guy! Ignoring his tone, Vera exclaimed, "I personally believe that some people are born with different genes. It's all coded in the DNA, you see. Back in the '40's, as you should know, there were plenty of genetic experiments, and it just so happened that the gene pools got intermingled," Vera started. She knew he wasn't really paying attention, but she didn't care. "People like me happen to be special. A genetic mutation, one that could be used for better or for worse."
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.
"The pleasure was all mine," Vera replied, a small, polite smile on her face. She wished the man would die. If she didn't have the pleasure to kill him, couldn't he at least drop dead alre- nodding when the receptionist walked into the room, she flashed the principal one last, parting smile as she exited through the door.
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