Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Mar 29, 2012 1:15:55 GMT -5
Oh, hey NYC! Look who's it is! It's Albert Neil Dean! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Al. Or maybe Bertie? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on April 30th, and grew up to be a hefty six feet and six inches. You can always tell it's Al because of their blackish/brown hair, amber eyes and totally hot body and DEM EYEBROWS. Not to mention they've gotten themselves no tattoos, but plenty of scars! You know, everyone says they look like Carter Jenkins? I personally don't see it though ....
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 shall 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.
Al's eyes burned with exhaustion, mostly caused by jet lag. His flight had just gotten in that morning, and the previous night hadn't been exactly restful. Airports were terrible. He took a few moments to process the fact that the principal had arrived and was speaking to him. "Oh. Uh." So, so eloquent. "My name is Albert Neil Dean, I'm seventeen at the moment, aaaand what else are basic details um OH I'm going to be a senior. That's probably relevant. People usually call me Al, so, if you want to, that'd be better than Albert. Or Bertie. I hate that name. Uh. I guess I used to go by Nightshade, too, but I always thought that was kind of a silly name because it's a plant and my powers are plants, they're shadows, but Lacey and Jason were all 'No, it sounds cool' so I just kind of caved." Shut up shut up shut up Al stop rambling. "Yeahhhhhhhh. Uh. Next question?" Al fidgeted and adjusted himself constantly. He wiggled his butt (which was going numb from the world's most uncomfortable chair), he twiddled his thumbs, he tapped his feet, and still he had way too much energy.
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.
Al frowned. He did not like this question, no sir. He coughed. Loudly. And then he fidgeted some more. And coughed again. It was another few awkward minutes until he answered. "Like I said, my old friends used to call me Nightshade. It was because. Uh. I... control... shadows, and darkness, I guess." He leaned back and scratched the back of his neck, Al's eyes looking everywhere but at the principal. "When I was twelve, I was in this really bad accident, and I have scars all along my arms from the crash. I passed out pretty fast, I mean, you just don't stay conscious when you're ejected from a car twenty feet and you see your mom-" Al stopped, shook his head, and continued. "Anyway, I woke up in a... private hospital, I guess. There was an organization, and I heard that it's the government now or something, but, I woke up, and there was a scar that didn't match the rest on the back of my neck, and when I woke up everything was dark." Al rubbed the scar on the back of his neck, the faint line just barely a ridge. "Shadows were, literally, sticking to me, and the creepiest thing is hearing them I mean they have weird whispering voices and. Ugh. I just. Can't." Al sighed, then straightened himself out. "I stayed there for six months, getting to the point where I could make the shadows not stick to me like glue. After that, I had to do some stuff on my own, and now I can make shadows solid and travel through them. If I try really hard, I can turn things into shadows, but it's much easier to just do it to myself." Al, to demonstrate, formed a small ball of shadow and played with it.
After a few moments of serious bisons, Al let the shadow dissolve and looked back to the principal, who was not even paying attention Jesus his eyes weren't even open look at what you did Al you moron.
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?"
Cough. Always the nervous cough. Then speech. "Well, I've just got one brother. His name is Drew. He was in the car crash, and the whole same thing happened to him, except he got a normal power. Drew has the whole super strength and invulnerability schtick going on." Al shrugged, unimpressed by his brother as always. He didn't particularly feel like going into the true dynamic of the two brothers, from Drew's fear of the dark to Al's continual poundings by him since Drew blamed Al for, well, everything, yadda yadda. "He's two years older than me, and attending USC right now. He never really had to attend any place like this, because hey, it's super strength. Soooo hard to hide, right?" Al layered on the sarcasm, watching the principal further. The man didn't really seem to care, or change his tune, or anything. Al could deal with that. He was like any adult Al dealt with. Easy to fool. "My mom died in that accident. I miss her, of course, but it's been five years, and I almost don't remember her face anymore. She was loving, there was never any doubt about that." Unspoken words rang in Al's head. She was loving, but not perfect. No one was. She was just as hardcore as his father. Ah, right, one more to discuss. "My dad is still around, and it was him who mostly pressured me to come here. He knows my control is pretty decent, but, the past couple of months, there was a, uhm. A distraction." Al smiled for a few minutes, thinking about when he had first met his boyfriend. Oooh hoo hoo! Another reason to attend AMG. "He's been fairly supportive of my power, no big deal. My dad's kind of, well, super... Uh, not to phrase this poorly, but he's very much a hardcore Christian, Republican, right-wing conservative. So he's fine with my power, as long as I use it... the way he wants me to." Al harrumphed and coughed and tried to think of a way to change the topic. Did his dad know of Al's sexuality? No, he only knew of the girls Al had dated briefly before. Oh, look, the principal is talking again.
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?"
Al, quite unintentionally, laughed out loud. "Well, I guess my future goals depend on who you ask. According to my dad, I'm destined to be a great boxer. Or football player. Maybe basketball. Something sporty. My brother will be shocked if I graduated high school- but if he can do it, I can. My friends can't see past themselves to take a second glance at me. And me? I think I'm going to be a cop, since I don't think anything else will pan out. I mean, sure, I'd love to be a musician. I'd love to be a professional athlete. But the odds and all that, right? I'd rather know I'm protecting people. I'll probably going into the military for a few years, too." Al was a teensy bit relaxed by now and a whole lot feeling funny from tiredness.
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.
Al wasn't surprised that the students weren't allowed to leave. "Well, my hobbies aren't exactly difficult to transfer. I kind of play guitar, and I really like singing, but as far as stuff I put effort into, I like sports. Just. All of it. Boxing, especially." Al chuckled nervously. "Although you probably don't enjoy hearing that I like punching people in the face. It's more than that, though, you know? Uh. Other than that. Football in the fall, basketball in the winter.... Baseball in the spring, definitely. Baseball is fun. Over the summer I like cross-country. But I do boxing mostly year round." Please be almost done, please be almost done, so hard to stay awake and keep them away, I want to find Mickey, I want to gooooo.
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.
Al actually stopped moving for a few moments. "I... I hate my powers. I mean, it's hardly surprising, they're really creepy, and there are villains, all the time asking me to join them, but, more than that, having powers really... undermines things. I mean, sure, I respect my dad and love him and all that, but how hard would it be for me to defy any rules he sets? I could just -shoop!- disappear. How hard would it be for me -or someone like my (he almost said boyfriend here) friend with mind control - or anyone at all, really with powers, to just, stop obeying the law? To just give a big Fffffffffudge you to the rest of the world?" Can't swear in front of the principal, that is a no-no of the largest kind.
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.
Al rose and extended a hand for the up and down motions known as shaking. "Honestly, I'm grateful to be out of here and sleeping. See you around."
Al's eyes burned with exhaustion, mostly caused by jet lag. His flight had just gotten in that morning, and the previous night hadn't been exactly restful. Airports were terrible. He took a few moments to process the fact that the principal had arrived and was speaking to him. "Oh. Uh." So, so eloquent. "My name is Albert Neil Dean, I'm seventeen at the moment, aaaand what else are basic details um OH I'm going to be a senior. That's probably relevant. People usually call me Al, so, if you want to, that'd be better than Albert. Or Bertie. I hate that name. Uh. I guess I used to go by Nightshade, too, but I always thought that was kind of a silly name because it's a plant and my powers are plants, they're shadows, but Lacey and Jason were all 'No, it sounds cool' so I just kind of caved." Shut up shut up shut up Al stop rambling. "Yeahhhhhhhh. Uh. Next question?" Al fidgeted and adjusted himself constantly. He wiggled his butt (which was going numb from the world's most uncomfortable chair), he twiddled his thumbs, he tapped his feet, and still he had way too much energy.
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.
Al frowned. He did not like this question, no sir. He coughed. Loudly. And then he fidgeted some more. And coughed again. It was another few awkward minutes until he answered. "Like I said, my old friends used to call me Nightshade. It was because. Uh. I... control... shadows, and darkness, I guess." He leaned back and scratched the back of his neck, Al's eyes looking everywhere but at the principal. "When I was twelve, I was in this really bad accident, and I have scars all along my arms from the crash. I passed out pretty fast, I mean, you just don't stay conscious when you're ejected from a car twenty feet and you see your mom-" Al stopped, shook his head, and continued. "Anyway, I woke up in a... private hospital, I guess. There was an organization, and I heard that it's the government now or something, but, I woke up, and there was a scar that didn't match the rest on the back of my neck, and when I woke up everything was dark." Al rubbed the scar on the back of his neck, the faint line just barely a ridge. "Shadows were, literally, sticking to me, and the creepiest thing is hearing them I mean they have weird whispering voices and. Ugh. I just. Can't." Al sighed, then straightened himself out. "I stayed there for six months, getting to the point where I could make the shadows not stick to me like glue. After that, I had to do some stuff on my own, and now I can make shadows solid and travel through them. If I try really hard, I can turn things into shadows, but it's much easier to just do it to myself." Al, to demonstrate, formed a small ball of shadow and played with it.
After a few moments of serious bisons, Al let the shadow dissolve and looked back to the principal, who was not even paying attention Jesus his eyes weren't even open look at what you did Al you moron.
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?"
Cough. Always the nervous cough. Then speech. "Well, I've just got one brother. His name is Drew. He was in the car crash, and the whole same thing happened to him, except he got a normal power. Drew has the whole super strength and invulnerability schtick going on." Al shrugged, unimpressed by his brother as always. He didn't particularly feel like going into the true dynamic of the two brothers, from Drew's fear of the dark to Al's continual poundings by him since Drew blamed Al for, well, everything, yadda yadda. "He's two years older than me, and attending USC right now. He never really had to attend any place like this, because hey, it's super strength. Soooo hard to hide, right?" Al layered on the sarcasm, watching the principal further. The man didn't really seem to care, or change his tune, or anything. Al could deal with that. He was like any adult Al dealt with. Easy to fool. "My mom died in that accident. I miss her, of course, but it's been five years, and I almost don't remember her face anymore. She was loving, there was never any doubt about that." Unspoken words rang in Al's head. She was loving, but not perfect. No one was. She was just as hardcore as his father. Ah, right, one more to discuss. "My dad is still around, and it was him who mostly pressured me to come here. He knows my control is pretty decent, but, the past couple of months, there was a, uhm. A distraction." Al smiled for a few minutes, thinking about when he had first met his boyfriend. Oooh hoo hoo! Another reason to attend AMG. "He's been fairly supportive of my power, no big deal. My dad's kind of, well, super... Uh, not to phrase this poorly, but he's very much a hardcore Christian, Republican, right-wing conservative. So he's fine with my power, as long as I use it... the way he wants me to." Al harrumphed and coughed and tried to think of a way to change the topic. Did his dad know of Al's sexuality? No, he only knew of the girls Al had dated briefly before. Oh, look, the principal is talking again.
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?"
Al, quite unintentionally, laughed out loud. "Well, I guess my future goals depend on who you ask. According to my dad, I'm destined to be a great boxer. Or football player. Maybe basketball. Something sporty. My brother will be shocked if I graduated high school- but if he can do it, I can. My friends can't see past themselves to take a second glance at me. And me? I think I'm going to be a cop, since I don't think anything else will pan out. I mean, sure, I'd love to be a musician. I'd love to be a professional athlete. But the odds and all that, right? I'd rather know I'm protecting people. I'll probably going into the military for a few years, too." Al was a teensy bit relaxed by now and a whole lot feeling funny from tiredness.
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.
Al wasn't surprised that the students weren't allowed to leave. "Well, my hobbies aren't exactly difficult to transfer. I kind of play guitar, and I really like singing, but as far as stuff I put effort into, I like sports. Just. All of it. Boxing, especially." Al chuckled nervously. "Although you probably don't enjoy hearing that I like punching people in the face. It's more than that, though, you know? Uh. Other than that. Football in the fall, basketball in the winter.... Baseball in the spring, definitely. Baseball is fun. Over the summer I like cross-country. But I do boxing mostly year round." Please be almost done, please be almost done, so hard to stay awake and keep them away, I want to find Mickey, I want to gooooo.
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.
Al actually stopped moving for a few moments. "I... I hate my powers. I mean, it's hardly surprising, they're really creepy, and there are villains, all the time asking me to join them, but, more than that, having powers really... undermines things. I mean, sure, I respect my dad and love him and all that, but how hard would it be for me to defy any rules he sets? I could just -shoop!- disappear. How hard would it be for me -or someone like my (he almost said boyfriend here) friend with mind control - or anyone at all, really with powers, to just, stop obeying the law? To just give a big Fffffffffudge you to the rest of the world?" Can't swear in front of the principal, that is a no-no of the largest kind.
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.
Al rose and extended a hand for the up and down motions known as shaking. "Honestly, I'm grateful to be out of here and sleeping. See you around."
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