Post by EMERSON NOEL JUDSON on Apr 2, 2012 22:11:07 GMT -5
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FIFTEEN. MISCHIEVOUS. SARCASTIC. HETEROSEXUAL. SINGLE.
[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Potwin! Look who's it is! It's Emerson Noel Judson! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Emmy? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on May sixteenth, and grew up to be a hefty five feet one inch. You can always tell it's Emmy because of their light brown hair, green eyes and full lips. Not to mention they've gotten themselves one tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like Emily Browning? 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.
Shifting slightly under his gaze, her mind whirred as he spoke. Well, he was rude. And in need of some serious personal hygiene lessons. Ewww... what the hell did he wear? Eau de toilet?
"Good Lord, man, there's this thing called deodorant. Use it."
She flashed a wide, sarcastic smile his way and didn't bother to care that he didn't react in the slightest. She didn't really expect it, and she wasn't about to let it get under her hair.
"My name is Emerson. I'm fifteen, so I'm a freshman. Interesting fact number one: I've been a vegetarian since I was five."
Oh yeah. Now, that took some dedication. Although, after her little incident when she was five helped a lot. Her father worked at a small cow slaughterhouse, and one day he took Emmy there with him. She had the nerve to sneak into the little factory where they actually killed the cows, trying to mess with her dad, hoping he would freak out when she wasn't where he last put her. The rest, as they say, is history. That wasn't the brightest idea she had ever had. Come on, though, she was five. Give her a break.
The brunette almost blurt out her most prized secret, but she held it in, inwardly cursing herself. The poor girl's whole family - on her mother's side, that is - has come down with a raging case of dementia, when they get old enough. It only plagues the girls, though. No men are affected. Lucky bastards. Her whole life, the fifteen-year-old has had to worry about the impending fate that she knew was coming. It was due to this that she started her wild and crazy lifestyle. Have fun while you can, right?
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.
"I.. create psionic blasts. I can kill you, if I wanted to."
Actually, that wasn't entirely true. See, her power had a way of going along with her emotions. She couldn't do the dirty work by will yet. She could only cause slight pain on those who she wished it to. Otherwise, the blasts run parallel to what she's feeling towards the person.
Not too long ago, Emmy was in a giant fight with some guy who was literally trying to take her home and 'sex her up.' She could hold her own, this petite brunette girl. She was putting up quite a fight until he called some of his buddies. The creepy pervert. He ended up hauling her towards his truck over his shoulder. By this time, I assure you, Em was pissed, and, not to mention, terrified, though she wouldn't admit this to anyone. Her anger somehow ended up channeling her power, and the guy literally dropped dead beneath her. One minute, he was chuckling like the dumb idiot he was, next he was crumpled beneath her. Needless to say, his buddies ran screaming. And that was how she discovered her power.
She knew that this made her dangerous. And she reveled in it. She loved the spark of fear that twinged in people's eyes when they realized she didn't have control of her fairly deadly power.
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?"
Emmy wrinkled her nose as she glared at the seriously annoying dude. She didn't particularly want to talk about this. It was her weakness. Stories about her past irked her when she had to tell them to other people. Specifically, other pesky human beings, and this guy was showing that he was nothing more than a pest.
"I was born at six forty two on the morning of May sixteenth. My mother is Kendra and my dad's name is Gerald. We lived in a tiny, ghetto town called Potwin."
And she hated it there.
"I have one older brother, Lake, and two younger sisters, Erika and Gemma."
She didn't bother to tell the rude man about the fact that her brother now hated her. Her adorably goofy, over-protective, beloved brother looked at her like she was a monster. She didn't, honestly, blame him.
Her two sisters still looked at her like she was 'it.' She was always a role model for them, and she knew it. She tried to be a good one, but when she accidentally murdered the guy, she felt like she had failed miserably. However, the four and eight year old girls continued to follow her around like little puppy dogs, and she adored them right back.
Her father still called her 'Emmers,' the childhood name he had given her for whatever reasons. He still loved her. Unlike her ungrateful bastard of an older brother.
Emmy's mom now lived in a mental institute. After she got pregnant with the last little girl, Gemma, she went a little.. insane. And a little being an understatement. She went absolutely crazy, constantly wandering around the house, totally lost. Even when little Erika begged her mom to come back, she never responded, still aimlessly walking around their home.
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?"
I want to do as much as I can, before the damned disease decides to get after me. I want to make amends with my brother, and I want him to look at me like he used to. I want to be able to control my power.
Those awful thoughts milled around inside her head, though she refused to acknowledge them.
"I haven't thought about it."
The lie tasted odd on her tongue, though she was a fairly good actress, so she didn't doubt the dumb man couldn't see through it.
She had, definitely, thought about it. Her best friend from back home was usually one of the only people who she had always seen with her, where ever she went. She did know he had some kind of power. She didn't, exactly, know what, though. He never told her. He barely got to talk to her, after she had discovered her power and was rushed to this school. He was the only thing she regretted leaving behind.
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.
"The only hobby of mine is skydiving."
Oh, the thrill she got from skydiving. It was the greatest thing she could imagine.
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.
"Eh. I don't think that it's anything special."
That was the second lie she had told in the last two minutes.
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.
A look of plain disgust on the petite girl's face, she stared at the hand he had just shaken hers with.
"You do wash, right?"
And with that, she escaped out of the room.
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