AJ Verlaine
DaisyJane@graffiti.net
* waltzes into the room and takes a seat at the desk* Good afternoon, my name's
Annette *smiles at the new face seated nearby* *picks up a paper from on top
of the massive mess on the desk* Now, just a few questions and you get to go
on your way. Don't make this into a disagreeable experience, okay? *nods decisively*
Let's start at the beginning. What's your name? I'd appreciate your full given
name, *looks up expectantly* you know, first and last:
| *has been joking around, and most likely telling a tall
tale or two with the other kids in the room* *and pauses
upon being addressed* Amelia Jean Verlaine. *grins wryly
at any other girls waiting to be interviewed* *and adds*
The first. *turns her head slowly to face Annette, with
a mischievous expression* |
*nods* Alright *scribbles the name and a few stick figures on the paper* *snatches
it out of view* Do you have a name of sorts that you'd rather be called? *to
herself* I prefer my real name, but hey, to each his own. *looks over with a
bemused smile on her face* And, how'd you get that particular nickname?:
| *eyes the doodles from her seat**quirks an eyebrow at
Annette* *then reveals a smirk as they're snatched away
seconds later, while muttering under her breath* Well ,well...*reaches
up a small hand and tucks a stray hair behind her ear* It's
AJ, if you please. *raises her voice to the point where
it takes on a very slightly snotty tone* *almost as if she's
pretending to be a lady* And if you can't figure out where
that comes from, we may need to see about getting you enrolled
in some sort of reading program. *nods solemnly* <I>ouch!</I>
*turns to glare at grant, who's elbow has just made a sharp
turn off course and into her side**quickly closes her mouth
over other curses that were about to force their way out
at a glance from her bother* |
*smirks* Cute, real cute *snickers a little* So, how old are ya, huh? And on
what day will you be turning a another year older?:
| *still rubbing the sore spot under her arm* I’m 12.
*shoots an angry glare at her brother, as though wondering
wether he has a problem with that, too* Born January 11th.
*returns her moping gaze upward, to rest upon her interviewer,
for further questioning* |
*raises her eyebrows* That's a decent time of year *casts a furitive glance
at out the window* So, now where were we? *looks over the paper, now riddled
with stick figures and curly handwriting* Oh, yes, your looks. *nods* Now, don't
give me a hard time, just tell me what you look like. *puts her pen to the paper
expectantly* You know, like eye and hair colour, height, and all that other
stuff. Pretend I'm blind, okay?:
| Huh? What a stupid question, I wouldn’t answer that if
ya– *quiets immediately after a look from her brother*
*then tries to appear apologetic* What I meant was... I’m
blonde. *nods* I have sorta greyish colored eyes... and...
I’m about five feet tall.*is really only about 4'8* *glances
sideways at Grant* *and after a nudge from him, goes on*
I’m darker skinned than him, *jerks a head to her left*
‘cause I’m always doin’ stuff outside.*which has also resulted
in several constellations of freckles spreading out across
the bridge of her nose* *has a moderately thin frame, and
is rather boxy, having not quite reached that womanly stage*
A lotta people think I’m a boy at first, ‘cause I wear my
hair tucked under my cap. *also has a routine of wearing
the same cut off shorts and suspenders, over a white t-shirt*
*at home, would usually have to discard her ‘nice’ clothes
after leaving, and change into these* |
*raises eyebrows* Sure, if that's what you say.*shakes head in disbelief* What's
your personality like? *looks you over* i mean, are you mean, nice, whatever?
How're you going to get along here?:
| *lets out a lighthearted burst of laughter, after forgetting completely about the ache beneath her ribs* You kiddin’? Everyone loves me. *tosses her hair* Apart for my stunning good looks, I’m very... *runs words carefully over in her head* personable. *nods sagely* *can just imagine the way Grant is rolling his eyes* I’m nice to people I like. *pauses* And decent to people I don’t. *decent, as in not outwardly mean, but obnoxious as hell* *gets that way with people she likes, as well, actually* *scoots a few inches to her right, just a precautionary measure* *doesn’t much like getting elbowed* You’ll love me. I promise. *spreads her lips in a wide grin* |
*sighs* Got'cha, you really think that, eh? *draw a little more on the paper*
Everyone gets mad about this one, but if you give me a hard time, I will not
hesitate to hurt you. *narrows eyes* How'd you get here and what your story?
Enthrall me.:
| I don’t think that, I know it! *and blinks, a few
moments later* Hurt me? You wouldn’t! *grins* How’d
I get here? *suddenly begins to beam and glow* I ran away.
*tries to act suave, putting on her coolest demeanor, and
propping a scrawny elbow on the arm of her chair and resting
her chin on her small fist* *appears thoughtful* They didn’t
understand me. *adds* ‘They’ being my parents.
*leans quite a ways forward and lowers her voice as far
as she can manage* And him, *meaning Grant* but he followed
me. What was I supposed to do? *shrugs a tiny shrug before
leaning back again* I’m just not meant to live their
life, you know? *considers herself to be a wildcat* I can’t
tell you where I came from, though. Who knows, you could
call the authorities and make them take me home. *which
happens to be a mere several blocks away* *is oblivious
to the fact that Grant keeps said parents posted on her
every move* *which is probably for the better* |
*clasps hands and grins evilly* My favorite! *giggles* So, who are the people
in your life? Family, friends *snickers* boyfriends? *looks up happily* Tell
me everything.:
| *smirks wildly* ‘Kay, well see, I was born on a ship,
right? And these pirates, they came and they stole me away,
when I was just a baby. *nods, excited* Then, they set sail
to America, and they raised me, and told me they were my
folks! Can you imagine? I mean, really! *ignores the astonished
jaw-dropping around the room* Grant here, *again, jerks
her head to the left* He was another stolen baby case, but
-he- got sucked into their brainwashing, and actually thinks
he’s their kid! They sent him after me to bring me
back home, to live with them and my dozens of secret pirate
cousins. *satisfied, sinks into her seat, quiet* *and after
a moment, displays a look of utter disbelief* You don’t
believe me? *sighs* No friends, no family, no boyfriend.
*disheartened, stares at the floor* *and grumbles* Does
that work for you? |
Well, we've come to the last question. *nods* Then I can go out to the candy
shop and get myself a phosphate *looks out the window again* So, anything else
we oughta know about you?:
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*shakes her head* May I please be excused? If I stay
in one place too long, my pirate family may be able to
find me. *says this as a mostly sarcastic last attempt
to save her story*
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