Post by ellarie on Apr 2, 2012 11:45:10 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Hoboken, New Jersey! Look who's it is! It's Ellarie Jane Harvelle! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Elle? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on April 14, and grew up to be a hefty 5'3". You can always tell it's Ellarie because of their brown hair, brown eyes and big smile. Not to mention they've gotten themselves no tatoos?! You know, everyone says they look like Demi Lovato? 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.
Ellarie leaned back comfortably in her chair, crossed her right leg over her left and crossed her arms, a smirk plastered on her face. If the principal wasn't going to be polite, than neither was she. Formality was stupid anyway. "Well, my name's Ellarie Jane Harvelle, but call me Elle." She wasn't nervous. In fact she never got nervous. She never understood why people her age got nervous around adults. They're just people, their shit stinks just as bad as everyone else's. "I'm from Hoboken, a small city in New Jersey, right across the river from Manhattan," she said. Every time she told people she was from Hoboken, they gave her a strange look. No one knew where Hoboken was, so telling people that she was across the river from Manhattan always gave her some bonus points. Not that she cared in this particular situation, but it was something she said automatically, without even realizing it. "I'm sixteen," she continued. "So, that makes me a junior here, I guess."
Ellarie didn't understand why they called this place a school. She knew what it really was, and a school wasn't it. They kept kids that the government felt were a "danger to society" here. They teach them how to control our power and tell them never to use it. Then, once the "school board" feels they've been brain washed enough, they send the students out thinking that they're freaks and deserve to die. And they never use their powers again, afraid of the reaction from their loved ones. It's sick really.
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 rundown of your power." With his eyes still shut, the principal gestured with one arm toward you to begin.
Ellarie watched in disgust as he ran his hand through his hair. It was a grease pit, it made her want to vomit. She hoped to god that she didn't have to shake his hand later.
Just as she thought, they don't even try to hide it from the students about what kind of institution they're really running. It's like putting the gays into "Straight Camp". The only thing you're really accomplishing their is making gays feel more insecure about themselvs. It was no different here, but instead of liking people of the same gender, some of the students here could kill you just by looking at you.
Ellarie didn't even bother giving him the courtesy of eye contact. She began looking around the room, trying to find something more interesting, than this fat lard in front of her, to look at. "I can manipulate plant life," she began. "I've known about my power since before I can remember." she admitted. "I really don't remember when I discovered it. I've just always been able to use it. I experimented with it a lot, especially as I got older."
"Your plant was dying. I saved it, for now, but I suggest you water it everyday. That's usually what most plants require," she said with a slightly icy tone. She hated it when people didn't take care of their plants. It wasn't hard. It takes like five minutes out of a day just to get your lazy butt and and water them. Honestly, she was more disgusted by this man every minute.
"I can make plants grow faster or slower and I can also reverse their gorwing cycle, but that's a little harder. And I can, as you just saw, reguvinate dying plants, I can also kill plants, but I would never do that, of course. I can move plants as well, like they're almost an extension of my body."
Ellarie sat and thought about anything else she needed to add, but came up with nothing. "That's about it. My parents don't even know I can do this. They think I was just accepted into a random privet school..."
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?"
Ellarie sighed inwardly. She didn't really like talking about her family. She was never very close with them because of her power. She didn't want them thinking she was a freak, so she tried to distance herself as much as possible.
"I was born and raised in Hoboken, but I only went to school there until the fifth grade. After that my parents sent me to a privet middle school and then high school in Manhattan. Better education, you know the deal. I have two little twin brothers, Asher and Dainton. They're annoying as hell. My mother's a school teacher as the elementary school that I went to in Hoboken and my father works in Manhattan as a Director at a consulting firm. My family was pretty normal, other than my little secret we were pretty boring. There isn't that much to tell, really."
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?"
Ellarie ran a hand through her long dark hair. "I don't really know, honestly... I'd just like to make it out of high school alive at this point. Maybe go a an art and science college. I love photography and I'd love to be an environmental adviser. Maybe if it's possible to do something with both, that would be cool."
Ellarie shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't like talking about her goals with other people, especially people she didn't know or like, and she had a feeling that she really wasn't going to like this man. At all.
"I guess it's my affinity for plants that makes me love the environment so much... I don't know."
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.
"As I said I love photography. I brought my own camera, it's a t1i SLR, not too fancy but it does the job. And I love the environment. I like to take pictures of plants a lot. It sorta combines two of hobbies, I guess. I like to read a lot too. And I like all other forms of fine arts other than just photography, like painting, drawing and such, but photography's the only one I'm really good at or passionate about.
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'm sort of indifferent about the whole thing. I don't feel special and I don't feel like a freak. I'm still human," she said, hoping he got the message that this school wasn't going to brainwash her into thinking she was different like it did to others.
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.
Ew, no. She did have to shake his hand. She reached her hand out tentatively and only let him touch the tips of her fingers. When he asked if she had any questions she simply said, "No, I'm good, thanks." and bolted out of the room. She would need to sanitize her hand now. Gross.
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