Post by ANGEL RAY KINGS on Apr 26, 2012 1:32:35 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey Chicago! Look who's it is! It's Angel Rey Kings! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, Ange? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on October 31, and grew up to be a hefty 5'8''. You can always tell it's Angel because of their blone hair, green eyes and a scar right over his left eye. Not to mention they've gotten themselves no tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like Hunter Parrish? 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.
Angel sat perfectly still in his chair, his hands folded in his lap, his eyes on the ground. He had been in this same position since the principal had come through the door, and at first glance you might think he wasn’t breathing. When he spoke, though, Angel raised his head. His green eyes were expressionless but polite, and he spoke in a soft, reserved manner. ”My name is Angel Rey Kings. I’m fifteen years old, born on October 31st. That makes me a freshman here, I suppose. This is my first time being out of California, and it’s a bit overwhelming.”
And then came to this part. He turned the principal’s direction, hands still in his lap, though he clenched them together slightly. “And I’m blind. Completely and irrecoverably blind. It happened when I was little, so it really doesn’t bother me much. I can read Braille, and I can still write if I have something to guide my hands so they don’t go crooked.” Angel’s words were soft and measured, recited even. And it was. It had been something he had explained a million times before, and would probably always be explaining. And he could deal with 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.
Angel relaxed for a moment, absently running a hand through his hair. “Healing.” He hoped he could leave it at that, but could feel the principal’s hard look on him, so he sighed. Explanations go. "Not myself, not usually. But others. Funny thing, how I discovered it. My brother decided that it'd be a grand idea to climb into a tree and not be able to get down. He fell, and skinned up his knees pretty badly. Me, being the tough older brother I was, tried to calm him down and covered the skinned area so my sisters, who were screaming bloody murder, wouldn't see. My oldest sister, Carrie, ran in to get my mother. But when she moved my hand away, there was nothing there! The wound was gone, and I felt exhausted."
Angel flushed, realizing he was babbling. He had a feeling that the president really didn't want to hear about his past. Danny cleared his throat. "Anyway, I've been working on it since then. I don't think I can cure things like cancer or anything of the like – I’ve never tried. But I have been able to heal things like cuts, broken bones, colds, mild illnesses. It's exhausting, though." Angel touched his chest slightly, not really noticing though. "Most of the time, I usually end up feeling like a limp noodle. I've even passed out a couple of times." he admitted with a flush. "Other than that, there isn't much else to say..."
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?"
Angel traced a pattern into his jeans as he spoke. He didn’t like talking about his life, not that it was bad or anything like that. Angel smiled. He loved talking about his family, and was fiercly proud of me. “ I have two younger brothers and two older sisters. My oldest sister is named Carrie, and she's 23. She's married to a doctor, and is a practicing vet. She's a bit stuffy, always very serious, but she's the one we run to when something goes wrong."
"Next is Ariel." He full out grinned at the thought of his closest sibling. "She's my best friend, and only a year older than I am. She's a fireball, that one. She hopes to one day be a diplomat, though she's gonna have to get some diplomacy first!" Angel ran a hand through his blonde hair as he spoke, thinking about the twins. "Next is me, then the twins. Caleb and Joshua are 12, and they're ridiculously hyper. Both of them are football crazed, and want to go pro. I love them, yes, but they're so loud."
Angel tapped his finger on his knees, wondering what his parents were up to. "My mom owns a restuarant back home, the Cottage Cafe. Mom's a pastry cook, and loves it. Dad was a chef - cliche story, yes, but they actually met in Paris while they were students. They fell in love, married, and moved to Chicago, where they raised us. They're great parents, really. We aren't wealthy, no, but we're well-off. They didn't raise us with any sense of privilege! Dad would smack us upside the head if we thought we were better than anyone else!" He added with a grin. There was no way he was gonna think like that, anyway.
He sighed, touching his face. “I’ll bet you’re wanting to know how this happened? When I was six, I was helping Dad in the kitchen. Something caught on fire – oil, grease, I don’t know – and the griddle exploded. My dad was killed instantly, I was covered in burns. I’m told you can still see them on my face. But it wrecked my vision, blinding me. Mom tried to get it back through doctors and such, but nothing has worked so far. Since the accident, she doesn’t talk to me. I think she feels guilty. I’m not sure. Anyway, I was homeschooled up until this year, when I came here. It’s… rather scary.”
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?"
Angel frowned slightly. Goals? “One impossible one would be that I’d want to see again. I don’t think you realize how terrible it is, not being able to see. Especially since I remember what it was like to see things like the sky, flowers, others. I want to see again… but it’s not possible. People have told me over and over that it isn’t.”
Shaking his head, he moved on. “Another dream, a more reliable one, is that I want to be a famous violinist.” He patted the forgotten violin case on the ground near him with a fond look on his face, his green eyes lighting up a bit. “I’ve done it since I can remember, and I’ve been told that I’m excellent. I hope to one day go to Paris and play there.”
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.
“Hobbies? There aren’t a lot of hobbies a blind person can do.” Angel said with a slightly bitter laugh. Then he frowned. Positive. Think positive. This was a new place, a new life. He wasn’t going to get down on himself quite yet. “Excuse me that was rude. I play the violin, as previously stated. I can also play the piano, and do so frequently. It’s quite soothing, actually. I don’t even need to see to do it, I’ve memorized the strings and keys. I hope to one day be famous in music, so I practice as much as possible.”
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.
Angel sighed, tilting his head to one side. “At first, to be honest, I was angry. I have this power of healing, yet I can’t even fix my own eyes. How fair is that? I was really angry for a long time. But then I realized I could help others.” He says it softly, raising his head, turning it the principal’s general direction. “It makes up for it, I think. There are still days I’m resentful, but… I’ll get over it.”
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.
Angel dips his head in thanks, moving to a standing position as he does so, leaving the room with a surprising amount of grace - for a blind person.
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