Alicorne Broughton
alethea_wolf@hotmail.com
* 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:
*watches her shyly* *well this is a change* *hasn't been
on this side
of the question and answer process in a long time* *it's
a bit awkward*
It's Alethea Broughton. *probably isn't going to say much
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*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?:
Well, yes, I do. Most of my friends call me Alicorne,
or Ali for short. It's just a nickname my father used to
call me sometimes when I was a
little girl I liked it. I think it means unicorn, and you
can't go wrong with unicorns, can you?
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*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?:
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*squirms a little* *this is awfully embarrassing* I'm
20.. . getting kind of old, I guess. I'll be 21 on May
28. *nods*
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*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?:
*wow . . . so this is what it's like to be back on the
other end of this question* Um. Well, okay, I've got long
blondish hair and my eyes are
green and I guess I'm kind of tall? *is about 5'9"*
*has long, wavy, sandy blonde hair and usually keeps it
tied back in a braid* *has pale skin and a few freckles*
*keeps herself pretty well-kept* *wears a blue skirt and
white blouse that are a bit worn but still clean and tidy*
*is pretty slender and attractive enough* *has a bit of
a sweet and innocent look about her and could probably get
away with quite a lot because of it* *she
doesn't typically try to use that to her advantage though*
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*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?:
*sighs and thinks this question over a little* Well, I
don't talk a lot sometimes. It takes a while for me to get
used to people. *is a bit
shy until she gets to know omeone* I'm nice though, I guess.
I mean,
I'm not going to . . . well, I'm friendly enough. *has a
temper on her* *can be a little fireball when those close
to her are hurt* *is protective of people* Um . . . I like
to read a lot. *is a bit of a romantic and an idealist*
I think that's about all. *avoids confrontations a lot*
*doesn't like to admit when she needs help* *and is pretty
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*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.:
Oh, my. *gives a short, not quite humorous, laugh* Well,
I'm from the Ravenswood Lodging House. I've been there for
years. *thinks* About five years, I guess, ever since I
came here from Boston. *came here when her father was remarrying
to look for her mother* *she was dead so that didn't work
out and won't go into the whole thing* I was one of the
people
in charge over at Ravenswood, apparently. *and was terrible
at it,
obviously, or the house wouldn'¦t have burned down*
Then the house caught on fire and . . . well. . . that's
that, I guess. We're going to try to rebuild it but . .
. *shrugs* That might be kind of hard. So, for now at least,
we're scattered to the four winds. I'm sorry to intrude.
I wanted to stay kind of close to the area.
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*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.:
*eh* Oh. Well . . . *blushes* My family is back in Boston.
Well,
except an uncle who's here in New York but he's . . . a
bit different.
Nice, just . . . different. And most of my friends were
at Ravenswood. As for the . . . well, that would be Picks
Hewitt. He's . . . yeah.
*blushes again* *next question now please*
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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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*thinks and shakes her head* Well, I don't know. I think
I've pretty
much covered it. I mean, I guess some of the other lodgers
from Ravenswood might show up, I don't know. And a few
might pop in to visit, but I doubt it. They'll all probably
just do their own thing now. *shrugs* But . . . Well,
thank you for letting me stay. I appreciate it a lot,
and I'll try not to be a bother . . . really.
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