Post by OLIVIA TERRANCE HART on Apr 9, 2012 3:41:10 GMT -5
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SEVENTEEN. UNIQUE. RECKLESS. UNKNOWN. SINGLE.
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey castles! Look who's it is! It's olivia terrance hart! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, ollie? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on june first, and grew up to be a hefty five foot eight. You can always tell it's ollie because of their pink and blonde hair, blue eyes and height. Not to mention they've gotten themselves one tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like charlotte free? 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.
Ollie’s eyes roamed around the room as the old man talked. She was basically out of her mind. Or well not really, but the girl sure was up in the sky. Her eyes finally went on him and she tilted her head to the side. “You should already know me by now.” She reached over and grabbed the globe off his desk, “I’ve been here loads of times!” she rolled those blue orbs of hers, “The names Olivia T. Hart. I’m seventeen years old.” Shrugs her shoulders as her eyes went back to looking around the room. “Junior here of course. Third year.” Smirks and glances at the man. “I have ADHD, anger management problems, and tend to abuse substances. But you already knew all of that, didn’t you.” Grins before throwing the globe into the air and catching it.
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.
“Well no shit Sherlock.” She rolled her eyes before scoffing. It was like them, to treat everyone the same and with no connections. Even high, Ollie could tell. “You know me dude.” She threw the globe up in the air again and caught it. “Let me see.” She continued throwing it up and down. “I was five when mine was discovered you see.” She nodded, “I thought it would be so cool to be like a cat. I mean, their agility, their eyes, loved it. I wished for so hard that I could be like that. And bam!” Ollie shouted the last part while jumping up. She was standing on the back of the chair. “My eyes were green and had slits, and man could I walk on a fence, climb a tree.” She laughed, “my mom thought it was animal mimicry until I would get hurt and then heal on my own. There were a lot of those.” She sat back down in her chair. “But there is also the fact I’m always healthy too. Never had I once been sick, and if I felt like it for the slightest second, bam!” she shouted again, “It was gone. And not just me. I had that effect on people, or well any living organism so far.” Ollie never tested it out more. “So I guess you can say I have biological manipulation son.” She giggled and threw the ball again, going back to the task. “I have some control over you know. I can change things when I want, but when I don’t, things still get changed. Especially if I’m bugging out on something. Man that just makes for an interesting day.”
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?"
Ollie scoffed again. “Yes I do mind.” She threw the ball at the wall and watched it shattered. “It is none of your business what my past is. All you are here for is to correct my present and control my future.” The pink headed girl watched all the water inch its way, spreading out. “Damn it.” She muttered turning back to him. “I was born here in Castles, seventeen years ago.” She shrugged. “It was a cold summer night, and out popped Ollie.” She laughed a bit and continued. “It was only me and my mom.” She paused, “Sorry my mom and I” sarcasm laced her words. “My father flaked when my mom announced my arrival. He was in school about to head into the big leagues or something. He does send the occasional support, but most of our money came from my mom’s family.” Ollie grabbed something else off his deck. “Some Great Aunt that favored my mother left us everything. House, money, cars, you name it, the old hag probably had it.” The girl sighed. “I was five when we discovered my ability, my mom prayed it could have skipped me since she had something. But it didn’t. After that it was nothing but rules. Can’t do this, can’t do that. And of course, I did it, well majority of it. I didn’t mean to be a pain, it just came naturally. I was reckless and had a free spirit. Still do actually. You can preach that.” She smiled wickedly before putting his plaque back on the desk. “I grew up with basically no friends and causing trouble. The last thing that really got me was before high school. I was outted. Played a prank on some religious folk and bam!” Ollie shouted once more, “I got your letter, and then shipped off.” She relaxed into her chair. “Now I’m your pain in the ass and not planning to change. Rather get it all out in here than go out there and hurt your kind, right? Right, pompus… Anyways. I get okay grades. I don’t do any sports. Don’t care about much. Usually I spend most of my time in my head if yea know what I mean. But good luck stopping me. This bio shit lets me make anything more than it is. A simple advil pill can send me wild.” Ollie smirked.
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?"
Ollie could not help but laugh and shake her head, causing her pink hair to fly around. "What plans?" her attitude was back. "I'm headed nowhere in a society that discriminates against me. Even if I can be the best worker they ever had." The girl rolled her eyes.
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.
Things were just getting better and better, as if she needed to be reminded. “My hobbies are annoying you, trying new things, dancing, and anything else that can catch my attention.” It was plain and simple. She was never stuck one thing. “I like narcotics, and alcohol, oh I occasionally read and do some poetry here and there. But I love parties. Love them so much.” Her girl met the man’s eyes. “Oh and I love using my power every chance I get.”Ollie scoffed. "We already know I know these rules and we already know I'm still out to try and break 'em. You have no chance!"
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 think my grandmother got into some deep shit back in her day." She glared at the man. "I think human kind is more greedy than anything else. Always messing with something to get their real intentions filled." she leaned on the desk and looked at him. "Don't you know what happened? Why i'm like this?" she raised an eyebrow. "It's no choice. it's a gift, a curse, but I'm going to make the best of it." She crossed her arms. "I also think you are a prick and a coward and if you didn't have so many humans in this place backing you up..." she trailed off and went back against her seat. "It may be unnatural before, but now its natural, and I am damned as lucky to have what I have."
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.
She looked at his hand before knocking it away. "No questions." she shrugged before standing up. "See you soon, son." she winked at him before leaving the office. "Pricks run this school."
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