Gonzales, Leandro Inrigue May 6, 2012 21:03:10 GMT -5
Post by Leandro INRIGUE Gonzales on May 6, 2012 21:03:10 GMT -5
[classy=apptite]LEANDRO INRIGUE GONZALES
THIRTY. QUICK. SLICK. HETEROSEXUAL. TEACHER.
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Rio de Jinero, Brazil! Look who's it is! It's Leandro Inrigue Gonzales! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Mr. G? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on April 8th, and grew up to be a hefty Five feet, 9 inches. You can always tell it's Leandro because of their red hair, brown eyes and unnatural red hair since its not his birth hair color and was modified due to his powers. Not to mention they've gotten themselves six tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Gerard Way? I personally don't see it though ....
[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.
"Right, okay, yeah. Look pal I ain't too interested in you or your questions but you're giving me a job and the economy sucks more than a two dollar hooker on fifty cent day so I'll drink the Kool-Aid. Leandro Gonzales, at your service. I'm thirty or I'm what twenty does to a lonely teenager. Like the hair? Yeah, well, I didn't dye it. That's just the way that it looks and if you stare at my freakin' tattoos one more time I may begin to think you want me or something. Couldn't blame you though since everybody does. It's just twin dragons on my forearms, a tarantula on my neck, an ice cream truck on my chest, tribal tattoos on my shoulders and a ring on my right ring finger. I ain't getting married again if you understand the last one.
I'm from Rio. Yeah, that's right. It's a grand place. I love it there and I wish I never left some days but you see money is money. America has loads of cash to be grabbed. Some say I love money too much and that money doesn't buy happiness. Well, my thing is, money may not buy happiness but it sure as hell buys everything else."
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.
"Oh, see, I knew it was only a matter of time before you questioned me about my marvelous ability. See, they used to call me Laser King. Yeah, cheesy and stupid. That's why I ditched the name. But I guess it is appropriate given what I can do. I'm a cool guy so I had to have a cool power. I call it light manipulation even though its really lasers but lasers are made of light. I'm just able to intensify my light and turn that same light into lasers. See, there's a reason why I love going out into the sun. It is the sun that fuels my power. Then again, almost any light does. I'm able to use photosynthesis and convert the light my skin absorbs into the same light that charges my ability. There isn't a whole lot of limit to what I can with this power. My lasers have melted metal before so skin isn't a problem for me to get through. I can also manipulate those lasers into all kinds of shapes. I can't touch my own lasers even though I can expel them through my finger tips. Yeah, believe me, I tried the laser fart before and it didn't work out too well.
You see, my powers are a little bit weird sometimes. What is weird is what I can and what I cannot do. I can expel lasers from almost any part of my body but none of those lasers are ever accurate unless fired from my finger tips with the index fingers being the most pin point. As mentioned before I can absorb light which explains why I'm able to use my expel of light part of my power. However, if I absorb too much light I can die so I have to expel my energy. Fortunately for me target practice is something that I need and I only have to do this once a week to expel excess energy. Now, of course, this can be dangerous if I forget. I could kill someone. That is why power control is a big focus for me versus being all flashy despite my flashy nature being so...flashy.
My hair is red because of my power since, for some reason, the light is absorbed through the hair on my body. Weird, eh? I don't like to shave a lot. I have to expel my energy before doing so. I wouldn't want to melt my razor."
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?"
"So, as mentioned before, I grew up in Brazil. I'm one of four children. No, I'm not the typical, 'my life is horrible since both my parents died and I was poor.' Actually, I grew up in a relatively good home and my parents had money. Dad was a fisherman and mom was the bread winner since she worked at the U.S. Embassy. She was the one that earned our citizenship.
The time I had in Rio was limited. My mother always wanted to go to the states. My dad and I were against the idea because we loved Brazil. I always believed that America was the land of broken dreams and booze. The funny thing was I didn't have a Brazilian accent since my mom was American. I sounded and acted like the upper Westerner that I would become. So I guess I was fighting becoming what I knew I would always become; an American.
When it comes to being rebellious, man, I was the worst ever. My parents said I would just disagree with stuff and act out because I could. They didn't believe in spanking nor in punishments like grounding and taking away my allowance so I ran all over them. Now that I'm older I do fell guilty for treating them the way that I did and especially my father. I called him a good for nothing man since mom made more money as a translator.
Growing up in America was hard considering the fact that I was one of the few Brazilians hanging around at the high school I went to. I was always the kid who had to stand out so I made it easy for myself to be bullied. But those bullies didn't count on one thing; my powers. No, I didn't use my powers to hurt people but one display sent those jerks packing. Nobody would believe that a kid had the power to be a human disco ball.
My power control came shortly after I left high school. The college years was the time for me to discover what I wanted to do with my life and learn how to control my abilities. I wanted to specialize in teaching but I had to learn that teaching wasn't just teaching. There had to be a specialty. Now, I wasn't always the best when it came to paying attention in history classes and I darn sure wasn't much for the arts even though I'm a work of art. I went after physics. Then again, I didn't know why at first. The laws of physics seemed like such a drag to me. Yet, people like me defy those laws when you think about special powers and whatnot.
I graduated from New York University in Manhattan, New York. The high city life proved to be a challenge for me since finding a job right off the bat just wasn't going down like I wanted it to. I had to settle for working at a coffee shop until I could get a job as a high school physics teacher. That job didn't pan out too great though. I was fired for not showing up to work. Now, I probably shouldn't have told you that since this is basically a job interview. Eh, I won't lie. I was never the model employee. Eviction notices have a way of changing your priorities. I became a much more reliable worker and teacher after I had to live on the streets for nearly two weeks until I got another teaching gig.
While I loved my job I really wanted something more. Then you guys called me. I really didn't want to teach but then you added the part about this school being for others just like me. Now, I feel like I belong. I feel like I can do some good here."
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?"
"I guess, my only real goal, is to live life. I wanna live, know what I mean? See, some people are alive but they aren't 'living.' There are some people who have dead end jobs and wake up every morning to do the same thing over and over again just to survive. I wanna do better than that. I want to be the best Leandro I can be and sustain that throughout my life. I never want a moment in life where I feel stuck or stagnant. You feel me?"
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.
"Welp, let's see. I like to dance and sing. I can't dance or sing though so I guess those are useless hobbies. I love to create shape with my lasers. Oh, and I love to bowl. So, what're your hobbies there Mr. Potato Head? Just kidding. Loosen up man."
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.
"You're asking if I feel like people like me are special or should feel that way? Hell yeah we should! I mean, people say that flying in the air and going through walls isn't awesome. They only say that because they can't do it themselves. It's not natural though. If it were everybody could do it. I feel like people like me are a gift and a curse to the world. We can do good and do evil at the same time. The fact that we exist is evil because not everybody can experience and do what we can. It's not fair. But life isn't fair. The only good part is that we can make the world a better place without politicians and special interest groups influencing us if that's how we choose it to be."
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.
Leandro stared at the man and quirked an eyebrow. For the most part, he felt like the guy was just being a jerk. However, this was the same jerk that could give him a job. This guy didn't argue with monetary funds at all. "I have a question...who does your wardrobe? No, really, the middle aged man look is in this season," he said, with mockery and sarcasm. A laugh came out of the interviewee's mouth. He stood up when the man didn't return the laugh. Feeling awkward Leandro took his leave and exited the room.
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