Post by TEMPEST JORDAN WALTERS on Apr 17, 2012 0:10:38 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey California! Look who's it is! It's Tempest Jordan Walters! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, TeeJay? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on New Years Day, and grew up to be a hefty five foot one. You can always tell it's Tempest because of their bright red hair, ice blue eyes and a soft face. Not to mention they've gotten themselves a small tattoo behind their ear! You know, everyone says they look like Erika Altosaar? 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.
Well, I’m Tempest Jordan Walters. Technically, I’m Jordan Michelle Wasserman. But even so, all of my paperwork has been changed to show what you should call me, which is Tempest. Um, I’m thirteen, so that would make me a Freshman; I’ll be fourteen on New Years, January 1st! Heh. Um, I’m a girl who likes, well, I don’t really know what I like. I like people, even though they tend to ignore me. I’m always a little wary of that “sexuality” issue because it assumes someone is sexual. I don’t really think being sexual is something I will ever be good at, so we should skip that detail, right? I mean, it’s not like you’re really interested in who I’m going to date. I’m here to learn. Um. Yeah. Oh, and
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.
Gosh, I wouldn’t call it ‘power,’ not in my case. I mean, sure it has the potential to be really powerful, but I’d never dream of it being used in that way! See, I can control electricity. I’m really only very good at passing it through my hands and my center and outwards, towards say, a target. Gosh, target. That makes it sound like I’m trying to hit something purposefully. I swear, that’s not what it’s for. It’s not some kind of target practice where I attack things. Um, I’ve also found myself being able to manipulate little bits of technology. And by that I mean the most I can do is turn off a light bulb without touching the light switch. But that takes a lot of focus. I think I’ve exploded over forty light bulbs trying to get it right. And it’s not like turning off the switch would be that hard, right? But I think that could be cool, controlling electric currents whenever I wanted to. It would be a lot less dangerous than this energy transferring I have to do now. It takes a lot of breathing and focus; I’ve been taking some tai chi and yoga courses in secret to make sure it is extremely controlled. I would hate for it to lash out of me shooting blue sparks everywhere. Gosh, that would be scary. This place won’t force us to fight, right? I’ll pass on that one.
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?"
Um, is it rude to say that I do, in fact, mind? I mean, I know that this is probably very important information that you would need to document, but I’m not fond of this story. That’s why I changed my name, you see. I needed to get away from it all. My family, well, my immediate family, they’re all just very angry, you know? Intelligent, brilliant, kind, but angry. My parents are those kinds of perfectionists that make other people’s heads spin. But of course, since people aren’t perfect, mistakes are bound to happen. But taking the blame for their own mistakes was never going to happen. Not for my parents. it was simpler for them to blame someone else, have them fix it, and move on. And they weren’t going to blame my older sister or my younger brother. No, Andrew is too young to understand, and Bridgette is so smart and successful and bogged down with work that she doesn’t need the pressure of their problems. So I would get blamed for them messing up a theorem or not completing a painting on time. It wasn’t awful, though. They never beat me or starved me or yelled at me. In fact, it was just very silent when things went wrong. That’s hard to deal with, silence. It consumes you, you know? just takes over the air and you want to do something to break through it. I guess that’s how I found out about my ‘power.’ I was cleaning up the scattered papers of my mother’s work; she had been slaving away at some mathematical issue that I will hardly even begin to understand. I was trying to put them back in order, trying to make sense of the graphs and numbers and letters and notes. I just, got frustrated, shoved the papers away from me on the floor, a felt a shock run up through my body and then out of my finger tips. It ran through out the room, small enough that nothing burned, but big enough to be able to see it running up the legs of her desk and chair, through the book cases. It created these little veins in the walls, bright blue and reaching up towards the ceiling. It was amazing, beautiful. I kept it a secret for the most part. It’s not extremely useful in every day activities, so it didn’t come up much. I would take those yoga and tai chi classes I was talking about before in what used to be my spare time, wanting to control the energy but also allow it to grow. It was a nice feeling, having control over something that was mine for once.
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?"
Outside of here? I have to leave? Couldn’t I just take classes and hone my skills for forever, explore their possibilites where its safe? Home isn’t safe; its not unsafe, but it’s not safe. There’s so much silence that I can never break through, and I can’t handle that kind of frustration.
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.
Oh I don’t need to leave! Really, all I need is a quiet space and a library full of books. Reading, that’s the thing. I love words and stories and characters and places and all of those things. I’m also occasionally drawn to a piano, and I find myself loving a dance class every so often. But those are busy work for my body. Books, that’s a true exercise of the mind, the imagination, the spirit. Gosh, I could read all day about anything and everything. Fiction, non-fiction. Stories about dragons or textbooks on cell division; tales of romance or encyclopedias about far off places. It doesn’t matter to me, so long as it has words and I have time. I’m not a writer though. I could never form words like those authors do. My thoughts get all jumbled, never formed into something worth reading.
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 never knew that other people could do it. I mean sure, you read thousands upon thousands of things about it, figure it’s possible. But if you never see it, you never see it, and that makes it unreal, at least at that moment. I guess I just liked the idea of being able to do something right, and even if I made a mistake, I knew how to fix it. I never know how to fix other people’s problems, can never wrap my head around the issue enough to figure out how to fix it. But exploring my own limits, the limits of this power, it’s kind of cool. I dunno, I think the fact that other people can do all of this stuff is amazing. Like, there is a community of us who can just do slightly more advanced things than others. it scares me, how dangerous my own ability is. I don’t like that part. But that’s why I’m here, right? To make sure its not so scary.
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.
I’m question free! Just tell me when we start!
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