Post by PANDA ROMANCE DAMIEN-DE LUCA on May 12, 2012 0:43:54 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Hollywood! Look who's it is! It's Panda Romance Damien-De Luca! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Pandy or Cinderblock? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on june 16th 1996, and grew up to be a hefty 5'6". You can always tell it's Panda because of their platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and pierced septum, heavy make up, and big black combat boots. Not to mention they've gotten themselves one tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like Michael 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.
Well, okay, let's see... My name is Panda Romance Damien-De Luca. I'm sixteen, I'm a sophomore, and no I am not a tranny. Yes, Panda Romance is on my birth certificate, and no I don't want to change my name at all. I'm pretty positive my parents weren't on drugs when they named me, but you can never tell with rockstars now, can you? I feel like that's the kind of basic you were looking for, yes?
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.
Essentially, I can change the mass of my bones. So say, if I wanted to stay put, my bones would become extremely heavy. My fathers nicknamed me Cinderblock because the first time it happened I was heavier than one. It was something very silly, I believe it was bedtime and I didn't want to go, so I yelled and cried and threw myself facedown on the floor to coninue with me fit, only to descover I couldn't. One dad tried to pick me up, the other teased him relentlessly until he tried and failed, and I was stuck there on the ground until I calmed down. It can become debilitating still, even now that I'm older and above throwing tantrums. There are still times I'm too heavy for my own muscles. Alternatively, if the need to be a tad lighter came about- not that I'm heavy... What was I saying? Right. If I needed to be lighter then it can work that way as well. Unfortunately I haven't much control on it, I find it goes with my emotions for the most part. So like, when I spot my brother down the street and I go running up to him, by the time I pounce on his back it's mostly just bodyweight, no bone, which I think it quite nice for him. I have managed to hollow them out completely a few times, but only with my brother and I haven't done it in years... But when I was just a little lad, he used to fly me about on a kite a lot.
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 was born and raised in Hollywood by my two fathers, with my older brother Fox. For starters my dads are named Ash and Seb and are well, Dad. Sometimes we call Seb Mum because he has pretty long hair. I know because I've been told I didn't have the most normal upbringing, but since it's all I much know I think it was splendid. I have a very large family. There's two sets of grandparents, one aunt, three uncles, and oodles of cousins and great aunts and what have you. Actually, my Uncle Dimples works here. I think we're technically cousins? But both Fox and I call him Uncle Dimples and that's all I much care about. Then there's one of their bandmates daughters at the school as well, so that's like more extended family.
Hmm... I'm a turkey baster baby, as my fathers like to state, and kind of a fluke? Seb, my actual dad, agreed to only one try for me, and I had enough fight to exist, so here I am! We did lots as kids that other people probably will never even come close to in a lifetime. Lots of bands and models and other important people in and out of our lives, things we could deal without like my SebDad's stalker. She was a piece of work. Soon as it got out that I was Seb's flesh and blood, all hell broke loose, but that's all done now and that's how it should be. Then there's the animals we were raised with. Billions of cats, pythons, a pony, and even a bat, which as a bit strange but I think very good for any kid. It's never a bad thing to learn to love and respect all types of animals, right? I myself don't have a pet to my name at the moment, but I've had my fair share... I feel I was saying something important. Oh bugger, what was it?
I guess my biggest thing I'd like to address is just because my Dads are famous doesn't mean I'm not a normal person. I mean obviously I'm not normal, no one is, but I'm not a complete nut case or anything. Believe me, I've been checked countless times. The only reason Fox knows for sure Ash is his biological father is so he could be tested as well. We're blessed enough to have mental illness run in both sides of the family and we're both squeaky clean in that sense, thank you very much. It's kind of funny though, because honestly, both our fathers are quite strange. Fox is spawn of a giant drag queen, I'm spawn of an angry midget, and we're so unlike them it's not funny. Fox is most down to Earth, normal guy you could meet, and I'm short and I do have my days where I can be a little grumpy, but I'm not bipolar like Seb is. I don't know I find it quite silly... I'm not sure what else you'd like to know, so I'm going to stop nattering.
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?"
To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. The easy bet would to say something to do with make up and beauty, but at the same time I feel like I'm capable of more and would like to push myself. I have huge shoes to step into, you see, and I don't want to be the black sheep of the family by being an unmotivated little chav.
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.
You see my face, you see my main hobby. I like to believe I'm artisitc, I do water colours. I like to learn things to do with language because of my SebDad's circumstances... But if there's ever a ban on make up I will politely escort my little rump back home where my AshDad appreciates the creativity.
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.
I like to think that this isn't such a bad thing. Yes, it can be frustrating when I'm angry and I literally feel like there is a piano tied to my ass, but I feel like with time I'll either get better with my anger or the power or maybe, hopefully, both.
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.
Not that I can think of, but I'll be sure to have my people call your people if need be, thank you.
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