Post by AURORE OLIVIA DARNELL on Mar 27, 2012 22:02:57 GMT -5
Oh, hey Panem! Look who's it is! It's Aurore Olivia Darnell! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Rora? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on August twenty-nine, and grew up to be a hefty five foot one inch. You can always tell it's Aurore because of their red hair, green eyes and the small gap between her teeth. Not to mention they've gotten themselves seven tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Hayley Williams? 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.
The girl seemed totally at ease with the rude, fat principal. Being the anti-social human she was, she made the most of any kind of contact she came in with humans. Plus, this guy seemed like a pain in the butt to her, and she had always reveled talking with them. It was humorous.
"My name is Aurore Olivia Darnell, but everybody calls my Rory or Rora. I prefer the latter. Sounds more feminine, don't you think?"
Rora didn't expect a reply, and she didn't get one. She was a little frustrated with the fact the dumb man looked bored out of his mind.
"Anyway, I'm sixteen, a junior."
Damn him. No reaction. Rora was starting to lose interest in the conversation.
"Oh, yeah, and I'm a paranoid schizophrenic..."
Ha. Surely, that would get his attention.
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.
Hmph. This ugly dude was starting to get on Aurore's nerves. Her green eyes bore into his closed sockets, anger rising inside her, choking rage.
Calm yourself.
She pushed the stupid voice in the back of her mind. Now was no time to lose it. She needed to keep control of her anger.
"Me? Oh, I can teleport."
And she was gone.
And then she was there again. Except not where she was before. She leaned down to talk behind him.
"Anytime, anywhere."
She was whispering in his ear, a cocky smirk playing on her lips. Then the conceited smile disappeared, replaced with a look of disgust.
"You seriously need to shower, my friend."
She then patted his head and was gone, reappearing seconds later in the chair she had been seated in previously.
"Oh, and I can teleport anything I want. Anytime, anywhere."
The glasses perched on the ugly man's nose weren't there any longer. Then they were folded neatly on his desk.
Huh. Suddenly this was fun again.
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?"
"Actually, I do mind. But seeing as I probably don't have a choice, here goes nothing."
Serious for the first time in this whole interview, Rora took a deep breath, preparing herself for the painful experiences she had to relive once more. As if she hadn't already a million times over, trying to figure out how she could have prevented the disaster that had become her family.
"See, I was a teleporter before I was born. According to Mum, while I was an embryo, strange things would disappear and reappear in an odd place randomly. She passed if off, but I knew she had worried something had tainted the little girl she held in her stomach. When I was born, I wasn't borne exactly. When I was ready, I teleported out of her womb. She 'bout died when she saw me a-wailing on the bed next to her. Mum tried to teach me never to use my power again, which was hard. I mean, you try telling a toddler not to do something that she happened to find extremely funny. Da left when I was three. He gave up on me. On us."
Rora clenched her fists at the memory of her coward of a father.
"We've never seen him since. Mum still blames me for chasing away Da. Like it was my fault. Well, when my mother got the letter that someone wanted me on an isolated island, she jumped at the chance. Can't say I was too unhappy to leave, either. Mum barely talked to me when I was a kid, and all I wanted was my Ma. Turns out she wasn't the Ma I wanted. She was just as much of a coward as Da was. Just a slower one. Had she thought of it, I'm sure she would have up and left me with him and he woulda been stuck with me. I don't remember anything about him, except I do recall them fighting. Memories of them screaming at each other, throwing plates and anything else in their reach still haunt me. I was the cause of that. Later, since I was older, I was expected to make my own living. I wasn't aloud to sleep inside her house. I was thrown out when I was twelve. I've lived on my own since then. When the letter came, my ma searched me out, and sent me on my way."
A dry laugh escaped her lips.
"I would have been perfectly fine with it, if it weren't for my sibling. I have two. One little girl, one little boy. Right now they would be... let's see... fourteen. I took care of them before I was kicked out of my own home. They were the air I breathe. Those two were my life. I loved them more than my life. I would do anything for them. But so would Ma, and she always got her way... When I was kicked out, those two who trained to hate me, and nothing but me. I.. I c-can't-"
She stopped suddenly. She didn't even know this fat, ugly, rude man. Why the hell was she spilling her life-long guts to him?!
"That's my story."
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?"
She was caught off guard. Another first. In terms of her future? The most future she had ever thought of was were she was going to get her next meal, as her hateful mother refused to provide for her.
"Well.. I suppose I want to do something big with my life. I don't know if I want to settle down."
To be honest, she was scared she was going to turn out exactly like her mother. That frightened her to bits. She wasn't about to bring another life into this already cruel world to spit on it with all the force she could muster.
"I guess I just want to go with the flo."
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.
"I love to sing. And I play the piano. Some guitar. Nothing fancy, though."
She uttered a soft sigh at the thought of not being able to move her fingers on the keys of a beloved piano.
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.
"Honestly? I hate it. Absolutely hate it."
Her jaw clenched as she said the last sentence, green eyes murderous.
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.
"Nope."
That was her only reply, and then she exited with about as much bravado she could muster after spilling her terribly horrid guts to this equally awful man.
The girl seemed totally at ease with the rude, fat principal. Being the anti-social human she was, she made the most of any kind of contact she came in with humans. Plus, this guy seemed like a pain in the butt to her, and she had always reveled talking with them. It was humorous.
"My name is Aurore Olivia Darnell, but everybody calls my Rory or Rora. I prefer the latter. Sounds more feminine, don't you think?"
Rora didn't expect a reply, and she didn't get one. She was a little frustrated with the fact the dumb man looked bored out of his mind.
"Anyway, I'm sixteen, a junior."
Damn him. No reaction. Rora was starting to lose interest in the conversation.
"Oh, yeah, and I'm a paranoid schizophrenic..."
Ha. Surely, that would get his attention.
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.
Hmph. This ugly dude was starting to get on Aurore's nerves. Her green eyes bore into his closed sockets, anger rising inside her, choking rage.
Calm yourself.
She pushed the stupid voice in the back of her mind. Now was no time to lose it. She needed to keep control of her anger.
"Me? Oh, I can teleport."
And she was gone.
And then she was there again. Except not where she was before. She leaned down to talk behind him.
"Anytime, anywhere."
She was whispering in his ear, a cocky smirk playing on her lips. Then the conceited smile disappeared, replaced with a look of disgust.
"You seriously need to shower, my friend."
She then patted his head and was gone, reappearing seconds later in the chair she had been seated in previously.
"Oh, and I can teleport anything I want. Anytime, anywhere."
The glasses perched on the ugly man's nose weren't there any longer. Then they were folded neatly on his desk.
Huh. Suddenly this was fun again.
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?"
"Actually, I do mind. But seeing as I probably don't have a choice, here goes nothing."
Serious for the first time in this whole interview, Rora took a deep breath, preparing herself for the painful experiences she had to relive once more. As if she hadn't already a million times over, trying to figure out how she could have prevented the disaster that had become her family.
"See, I was a teleporter before I was born. According to Mum, while I was an embryo, strange things would disappear and reappear in an odd place randomly. She passed if off, but I knew she had worried something had tainted the little girl she held in her stomach. When I was born, I wasn't borne exactly. When I was ready, I teleported out of her womb. She 'bout died when she saw me a-wailing on the bed next to her. Mum tried to teach me never to use my power again, which was hard. I mean, you try telling a toddler not to do something that she happened to find extremely funny. Da left when I was three. He gave up on me. On us."
Rora clenched her fists at the memory of her coward of a father.
"We've never seen him since. Mum still blames me for chasing away Da. Like it was my fault. Well, when my mother got the letter that someone wanted me on an isolated island, she jumped at the chance. Can't say I was too unhappy to leave, either. Mum barely talked to me when I was a kid, and all I wanted was my Ma. Turns out she wasn't the Ma I wanted. She was just as much of a coward as Da was. Just a slower one. Had she thought of it, I'm sure she would have up and left me with him and he woulda been stuck with me. I don't remember anything about him, except I do recall them fighting. Memories of them screaming at each other, throwing plates and anything else in their reach still haunt me. I was the cause of that. Later, since I was older, I was expected to make my own living. I wasn't aloud to sleep inside her house. I was thrown out when I was twelve. I've lived on my own since then. When the letter came, my ma searched me out, and sent me on my way."
A dry laugh escaped her lips.
"I would have been perfectly fine with it, if it weren't for my sibling. I have two. One little girl, one little boy. Right now they would be... let's see... fourteen. I took care of them before I was kicked out of my own home. They were the air I breathe. Those two were my life. I loved them more than my life. I would do anything for them. But so would Ma, and she always got her way... When I was kicked out, those two who trained to hate me, and nothing but me. I.. I c-can't-"
She stopped suddenly. She didn't even know this fat, ugly, rude man. Why the hell was she spilling her life-long guts to him?!
"That's my story."
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?"
She was caught off guard. Another first. In terms of her future? The most future she had ever thought of was were she was going to get her next meal, as her hateful mother refused to provide for her.
"Well.. I suppose I want to do something big with my life. I don't know if I want to settle down."
To be honest, she was scared she was going to turn out exactly like her mother. That frightened her to bits. She wasn't about to bring another life into this already cruel world to spit on it with all the force she could muster.
"I guess I just want to go with the flo."
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.
"I love to sing. And I play the piano. Some guitar. Nothing fancy, though."
She uttered a soft sigh at the thought of not being able to move her fingers on the keys of a beloved piano.
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.
"Honestly? I hate it. Absolutely hate it."
Her jaw clenched as she said the last sentence, green eyes murderous.
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.
"Nope."
That was her only reply, and then she exited with about as much bravado she could muster after spilling her terribly horrid guts to this equally awful man.
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