Post by JAIMIE TALON MCHALE on May 5, 2012 18:29:14 GMT -5
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[classy=apptite]JAIMIE TALON MCHALE
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey dublin! Look who's it is! It's jaimie talon mchale! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, jay? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on february 15th, and grew up to be a hefty 5'9". You can always tell it's jaimie because of their black hair, bright blue eyes and snake bites. Not to mention they've gotten themselves a dragon tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like alex evans? 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.
jaimie nervously moved around in his chair, biting his lip. " well, my name's jaimie talon mchale. i was born in dublin on february fifteenth, two hours after my brother, sydney. i'm eighteen years old, and a senior. um . . . i think that's it, right? i mean, the only thing is that i'm kinda prone to getting sick . . . ever since i was a kid i would get sick all the time. "
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.
uh - oh. it always lead back to this. " um, my power is called . . . dragon mimicry? i can turn into a dragon, basically . . . and breathe fire. i-i'm not as good as my brother, b-but i can breathe a steady stream of fire . . . my dragon is a-about six feet tall now, and as i learn it'll get bigger . . . or so i heard . . . " he leaned back into his chair and curled his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees.
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?"
jaimie shifted awkwardly. he hated talking about his family. it was just so personal . . . and it just hurt him to talk about it, really. " i was born in dublin, ireland. well, um. i'm the secon' youngest of my family. i have an older brother a day older than me; we're twins, ya'know? he goes here already . . . my sister is two years younger than me. i was always kind of, um, overshadowed by my brother. he always would get the spotlight, and he got the special treatment, but i never really did . . . when we were really little, though, we were like usual twins. we hung out and were best friends. no one could tell us apart, either. up until a year ago, we were actually pretty identical . . . i think he used his powers to make himself grow. then we started growing apart. i don't blame him, though, he really doesn't like taking care of me all the time.
" my mom and dad were always either busy with sydney or our little sister, or their work. da's a doctor, since he can heal people. my mum can control electricity. mum is english - born and raised - and my dad's the same, except he's irish. that's kind of how my siblings and i have the irish last names - and accents and, well, everything - but we don't have the stereotypical looks . . . you actually wouldn't believe how many times people ask if our accents are fake. or if we die our hair. or if we're actually british or scottish.
" well, when sydney was getting special treatment, i would try to turn into a dragon and fly around. since i was only about, like, um . . . not even a foot tall at the time in my dragon form. well, i would spy on my little sister or something. once, i managed to catch our neighbor watching some . . . well, kiddy porn, on his computer. my parents turned him in once i told them. of course, i didn't know what it was at the time, but i know now. in any case, i was about, uh . . . eight years old when i first had to go to the hospital. they said i had an asthma attack. so, i got some medicine for that - it'd be obvious if my dad healed me right away - and we went about our lives . . . i was ten when i had a panic attack. i've had quite a few throughout my life, actually. apparently, my dad also can't heal my asthma.
" over the years i've had different things. i had a cancer scare once, but it wasn't really cancer. i've broken five bones, sprained something six times. bruised my tailbone three times. got a few deep cuts and burn marks; the burns are mostly from me being stupid, though, with fire breathing. well, whatever. i went through a lot of friends and everything when i was in regular school, since people usually got tired of me easily. that, or they moved on since i wasn't ever at school much. when i was, uh . . . eleven, i think? i started being homeschooled. there's not really much to tell other than that, really . . . " he trailed off, mumbling a few things under his breath. he hoped that this was enough for the man.
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?"
" uh, well, i kind of want to be a, uh . . . an artist. i know, not many people can do that, but i really want to! if that doesn't work, i can always try being a baker or decorator . . . i'm good at cooking, but i can also decorate pretty well. "
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 boy blinked, a little bit confused. " well, i take pictures . . . and paint . . . and draw. i guess that's kinda it, though. but it's easy to keep doing that here, right? i mean . . . right? " he asked, worried that he may not be able to keep doing what he loved.
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.
jaimie shrugged. " well, i was kinda raised with it . . . but it is a little bit weird, i guess. especially being a dragon, and all . . . i feel like i came straight out of a book. "
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.
the boy shook his head. " no, i don't think so. "[/classy]
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[classy=apptite]JAIMIE TALON MCHALE
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey dublin! Look who's it is! It's jaimie talon mchale! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, jay? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on february 15th, and grew up to be a hefty 5'9". You can always tell it's jaimie because of their black hair, bright blue eyes and snake bites. Not to mention they've gotten themselves a dragon tattoo! You know, everyone says they look like alex evans? 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.
jaimie nervously moved around in his chair, biting his lip. " well, my name's jaimie talon mchale. i was born in dublin on february fifteenth, two hours after my brother, sydney. i'm eighteen years old, and a senior. um . . . i think that's it, right? i mean, the only thing is that i'm kinda prone to getting sick . . . ever since i was a kid i would get sick all the time. "
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.
uh - oh. it always lead back to this. " um, my power is called . . . dragon mimicry? i can turn into a dragon, basically . . . and breathe fire. i-i'm not as good as my brother, b-but i can breathe a steady stream of fire . . . my dragon is a-about six feet tall now, and as i learn it'll get bigger . . . or so i heard . . . " he leaned back into his chair and curled his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees.
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?"
jaimie shifted awkwardly. he hated talking about his family. it was just so personal . . . and it just hurt him to talk about it, really. " i was born in dublin, ireland. well, um. i'm the secon' youngest of my family. i have an older brother a day older than me; we're twins, ya'know? he goes here already . . . my sister is two years younger than me. i was always kind of, um, overshadowed by my brother. he always would get the spotlight, and he got the special treatment, but i never really did . . . when we were really little, though, we were like usual twins. we hung out and were best friends. no one could tell us apart, either. up until a year ago, we were actually pretty identical . . . i think he used his powers to make himself grow. then we started growing apart. i don't blame him, though, he really doesn't like taking care of me all the time.
" my mom and dad were always either busy with sydney or our little sister, or their work. da's a doctor, since he can heal people. my mum can control electricity. mum is english - born and raised - and my dad's the same, except he's irish. that's kind of how my siblings and i have the irish last names - and accents and, well, everything - but we don't have the stereotypical looks . . . you actually wouldn't believe how many times people ask if our accents are fake. or if we die our hair. or if we're actually british or scottish.
" well, when sydney was getting special treatment, i would try to turn into a dragon and fly around. since i was only about, like, um . . . not even a foot tall at the time in my dragon form. well, i would spy on my little sister or something. once, i managed to catch our neighbor watching some . . . well, kiddy porn, on his computer. my parents turned him in once i told them. of course, i didn't know what it was at the time, but i know now. in any case, i was about, uh . . . eight years old when i first had to go to the hospital. they said i had an asthma attack. so, i got some medicine for that - it'd be obvious if my dad healed me right away - and we went about our lives . . . i was ten when i had a panic attack. i've had quite a few throughout my life, actually. apparently, my dad also can't heal my asthma.
" over the years i've had different things. i had a cancer scare once, but it wasn't really cancer. i've broken five bones, sprained something six times. bruised my tailbone three times. got a few deep cuts and burn marks; the burns are mostly from me being stupid, though, with fire breathing. well, whatever. i went through a lot of friends and everything when i was in regular school, since people usually got tired of me easily. that, or they moved on since i wasn't ever at school much. when i was, uh . . . eleven, i think? i started being homeschooled. there's not really much to tell other than that, really . . . " he trailed off, mumbling a few things under his breath. he hoped that this was enough for the man.
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?"
" uh, well, i kind of want to be a, uh . . . an artist. i know, not many people can do that, but i really want to! if that doesn't work, i can always try being a baker or decorator . . . i'm good at cooking, but i can also decorate pretty well. "
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 boy blinked, a little bit confused. " well, i take pictures . . . and paint . . . and draw. i guess that's kinda it, though. but it's easy to keep doing that here, right? i mean . . . right? " he asked, worried that he may not be able to keep doing what he loved.
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.
jaimie shrugged. " well, i was kinda raised with it . . . but it is a little bit weird, i guess. especially being a dragon, and all . . . i feel like i came straight out of a book. "
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.
the boy shook his head. " no, i don't think so. "[/classy]
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