Post by MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES on Mar 29, 2012 0:10:46 GMT -5
Oh, hey New York! Look who's it is! It's Michael Catalyst Hayes! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Mickey? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on February 14th, and grew up to be a hefty 6'. You can always tell it's Mickey because of their blonde hair, blue eyes and spiked (perfect) hair and intimidating height. Not to mention they've gotten themselves one tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like Lowell Tautchin? 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 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.
Mickey shrugged apathetically. "I'm Michael." He paused for a moment, having to remember to give his last name after so many years of avoiding it--his parents were kind of a big deal, and he really didn't like to be associated with them if he could help it. People started treating him differently when they found out about that. "Michael Hayes. You can call me Mickey, though. I'm 18, and I guess I'm hoping to be a senior here. Actually, I don't really want to come to this school, but Kale--that's my sister--suckered me into it. All this bull shit about wishing she had learned to control her power or something. It's stupid, though, because she's just extremely intelligent, to put it basically. I think she mostly meant Stefan, though. He should have learned to control his. He's scary."
The normally pleasant blonde was not in a decent mood this morning. He had woken up too late to style his hair -and- get to this interview on time. He was peeved about that, and he was also a bit upset about his own inability to not bring up his siblings in the first five minutes of a conversation. He couldn't wait for this to be over.
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.
Mickey suddenly felt uncomfortable, and crossed his legs in the MANLY MAN style. "Well, I can sort of make people do stuff that they don't wanna do. I haven't had a lot of practice with it because it's a really scary power."
Mickey was just a little perturbed by his use of the word scary. "But, basically, I can melt the . . . energies(?) of my mind and someone else's and control them that way. Once or twice, I've gotten stuck that way and actually killed the inside of someone's mind. I don't like to use it if it isn't absolutely necessary. I don't care who you are--no one deserves for me to make them into a vegetable just because I didn't like them or something."
He bit his lip, searching for something else to say about it. "I think I discovered it right around the time I was ten.I got really upset with my dad because he didn't want to play catch with me or something dumb like that--I don't even like sports now--and the next thing I knew, I had sort of compelled him to do it. It scared me to death. I spent the next few months begging my parents to look at me--like, a scientific examination--and make sure there wasn't something completely wrong with me, and then they told me about the experiments. I don't really remember much about it. I think that part of my memory is repressed. I never really asked about it again." Mickey didn't frown, exactly, but the look on his face was not pleasant. He hoped for a more pleasant question.
After this was over, he was going to need some coffee and a bubble bath.
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?"
Mickey regained his previous comfort with the situation. His past he could talk about. There was no complicated thought process involved. It happened, it was, and that was that.
"Well, okay. I kind of grew up in a weird environment because my parents are both crazy genius scientists. They have their own lab and everything, now--we're kind of really loaded now. But when I was younger, we were basically middle class. My mom worked for a research hospital and my dad did his own experiments. I have an older brother, Stefan, and an older sister, Kale. We all sort of learned not to ask questions from the beginning, so I don't know a lot about what they do.
"Kale is a super genius inventor. She lives in a heavily armored revolving tower with Stefan, who honestly isn't good at anything but scaring people. He's a really big introvert, but I don't exactly blame him. He's got some messed up shit going on in his head and all. Anyway, Kale is almost like a second mom. My parents loved us and all, but they were really absorbed in their work. So, growing up, I didn't see a very conventional family life at any point in time.
"As a kid, I was reading National Geographic and watching documentaries or helping Kale with her inventions. I didn't read comics or watch cartoons or anything, but when I got older and we got more money, things got a little more normal. I think high school kind of forced me into that.
"Uh, nothing much happened when I was a kid except that halfway through Freshman year I came out to my parents and my brother and sister. My parents kind of didn't care--in a good way--and Kale was totally supportive and a little bit overly excited about it, but Stefan. kind of . . . He wasn't happy. I never really came out at school, but I started hooking up with guys and stuff so I guess that's how people found out."
Mickey tried to think of anything else he could add. The only thing that came to mind was the incident with his brother's old roommate, but he didn't think that telling his new principal about getting thrown out of his brother's apartment right after losing his butt virginity was a good way to go. Mickey does have some dignity.
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?"
Mickey's eyes went skyward and he took on a thoughtful look. "Oh, I don't know, exactly. I guess I want to find a way to make a positive difference with my power. You know, use the destruction for good? Or maybe I'll just be a porn star. Who knows." Though he was definitely joking, it was a little bit hard to tell from his tone. Mickey doesn't show expression very well most of the time.
"Uh, as far as careers go, I could see myself being a firefighter . . . or a motivational speaker."
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.
"Well, I mostly like to read--about philosophy and science. I hate sports. Detest them. Styling my hair probably counts as a hobby, considering the amount of time I spend on it." He reached up to play with an un-done strand a bit self-consciously. "I paint occasionally, too, but it's not a huge deal." Mickey shrugged, sinking back into a an apathetic agitation. This had to be over soon.
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.
Mickey frowned, taking a minute or two to get his thoughts in order. "Well, I just. I think that it could be dangerous, and that for some of us, it's actually a huge burden. Like how I have to sleep with a nightlight because I'm afraid of the dark and my boyfriend basically creates it. But, like, I also think that we could do some good with it. Like my sister with her inventions." He wanted to add that it was still really dangerous (Exhibit A, his brother), but he was tired of talking and of being in this office, so he left it as it was.
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.
"Absolutely not." Mickey was out of there faster than a jackrabbit on speed.
Mickey shrugged apathetically. "I'm Michael." He paused for a moment, having to remember to give his last name after so many years of avoiding it--his parents were kind of a big deal, and he really didn't like to be associated with them if he could help it. People started treating him differently when they found out about that. "Michael Hayes. You can call me Mickey, though. I'm 18, and I guess I'm hoping to be a senior here. Actually, I don't really want to come to this school, but Kale--that's my sister--suckered me into it. All this bull shit about wishing she had learned to control her power or something. It's stupid, though, because she's just extremely intelligent, to put it basically. I think she mostly meant Stefan, though. He should have learned to control his. He's scary."
The normally pleasant blonde was not in a decent mood this morning. He had woken up too late to style his hair -and- get to this interview on time. He was peeved about that, and he was also a bit upset about his own inability to not bring up his siblings in the first five minutes of a conversation. He couldn't wait for this to be over.
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.
Mickey suddenly felt uncomfortable, and crossed his legs in the MANLY MAN style. "Well, I can sort of make people do stuff that they don't wanna do. I haven't had a lot of practice with it because it's a really scary power."
Mickey was just a little perturbed by his use of the word scary. "But, basically, I can melt the . . . energies(?) of my mind and someone else's and control them that way. Once or twice, I've gotten stuck that way and actually killed the inside of someone's mind. I don't like to use it if it isn't absolutely necessary. I don't care who you are--no one deserves for me to make them into a vegetable just because I didn't like them or something."
He bit his lip, searching for something else to say about it. "I think I discovered it right around the time I was ten.I got really upset with my dad because he didn't want to play catch with me or something dumb like that--I don't even like sports now--and the next thing I knew, I had sort of compelled him to do it. It scared me to death. I spent the next few months begging my parents to look at me--like, a scientific examination--and make sure there wasn't something completely wrong with me, and then they told me about the experiments. I don't really remember much about it. I think that part of my memory is repressed. I never really asked about it again." Mickey didn't frown, exactly, but the look on his face was not pleasant. He hoped for a more pleasant question.
After this was over, he was going to need some coffee and a bubble bath.
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?"
Mickey regained his previous comfort with the situation. His past he could talk about. There was no complicated thought process involved. It happened, it was, and that was that.
"Well, okay. I kind of grew up in a weird environment because my parents are both crazy genius scientists. They have their own lab and everything, now--we're kind of really loaded now. But when I was younger, we were basically middle class. My mom worked for a research hospital and my dad did his own experiments. I have an older brother, Stefan, and an older sister, Kale. We all sort of learned not to ask questions from the beginning, so I don't know a lot about what they do.
"Kale is a super genius inventor. She lives in a heavily armored revolving tower with Stefan, who honestly isn't good at anything but scaring people. He's a really big introvert, but I don't exactly blame him. He's got some messed up shit going on in his head and all. Anyway, Kale is almost like a second mom. My parents loved us and all, but they were really absorbed in their work. So, growing up, I didn't see a very conventional family life at any point in time.
"As a kid, I was reading National Geographic and watching documentaries or helping Kale with her inventions. I didn't read comics or watch cartoons or anything, but when I got older and we got more money, things got a little more normal. I think high school kind of forced me into that.
"Uh, nothing much happened when I was a kid except that halfway through Freshman year I came out to my parents and my brother and sister. My parents kind of didn't care--in a good way--and Kale was totally supportive and a little bit overly excited about it, but Stefan. kind of . . . He wasn't happy. I never really came out at school, but I started hooking up with guys and stuff so I guess that's how people found out."
Mickey tried to think of anything else he could add. The only thing that came to mind was the incident with his brother's old roommate, but he didn't think that telling his new principal about getting thrown out of his brother's apartment right after losing his butt virginity was a good way to go. Mickey does have some dignity.
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?"
Mickey's eyes went skyward and he took on a thoughtful look. "Oh, I don't know, exactly. I guess I want to find a way to make a positive difference with my power. You know, use the destruction for good? Or maybe I'll just be a porn star. Who knows." Though he was definitely joking, it was a little bit hard to tell from his tone. Mickey doesn't show expression very well most of the time.
"Uh, as far as careers go, I could see myself being a firefighter . . . or a motivational speaker."
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.
"Well, I mostly like to read--about philosophy and science. I hate sports. Detest them. Styling my hair probably counts as a hobby, considering the amount of time I spend on it." He reached up to play with an un-done strand a bit self-consciously. "I paint occasionally, too, but it's not a huge deal." Mickey shrugged, sinking back into a an apathetic agitation. This had to be over soon.
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.
Mickey frowned, taking a minute or two to get his thoughts in order. "Well, I just. I think that it could be dangerous, and that for some of us, it's actually a huge burden. Like how I have to sleep with a nightlight because I'm afraid of the dark and my boyfriend basically creates it. But, like, I also think that we could do some good with it. Like my sister with her inventions." He wanted to add that it was still really dangerous (Exhibit A, his brother), but he was tired of talking and of being in this office, so he left it as it was.
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.
"Absolutely not." Mickey was out of there faster than a jackrabbit on speed.
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