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Aus Morris
godess_of_fire_and_passion@yahoo.com
*props his feet up on the desk and runs his hand through his messy hair* Okay,
you're going to have to answer a couple questions before you can go claim your
bunk. I'm Miroslav by the way. *pulls a pencil from behind his ear and glances
down at the form* I told you my name, now you tell me yours. *give you a look*
Real name, please:
| *speaks with a deep voice that has a sort of musical quality
to it, and a hint of a Southern accent* My real name? Are
you sure you want that? I can come up with something much
more creative. *nods a little, waiting for Miro to question
this line of thinking* *sighs some when he doesn't* Well,
It's Austin Morris. Nothing particularly special about it.
*a slight tone of frustration is added to his voice* I wasn't
named after any city in Texas, so don't ask. Everyone seems
to. |
**writes it down* Right, if you say so. *glances back up* Got a nickname to
go with that? If so, how'd you get it? *has his pencil poised over the paper,
ready to write it down* :
*shrugs once* You could call me Aus, of you wanted to.
My family does that. *nods quietly a few times, thinking
about other nicknames that he's had* *none were used more
often than That Stable Boy, and Little Rat, but it is understandable
that he would prefer a shortening of his name to that* *leans
back in the chair attempting to get comfortable as he waits
for Miro to move onto the next question and get on with
the interview*
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*smirks* I suppose you have a personality. *mutters* I hope. *smirks at you*
Mind sharing it with me? Important things, like if people are going to want
to kill you before your first week here is over. That's always good to know.
*looks at you with an inquiring look*:
| I sincerely doubt you'd want to kill me. I'm a loveable
guy. *despite the fact that he can sometimes come across
and stubborn, impatient, and arrogant* *laughs nervously*
I guess you could say that I'm a bit on the shy side, but
I just don't like to talk too much, wastes energy, and besides
it's not like I have much of importance to say. *is an extremely
intelligent young man, with the most random facts up his
sleeve from hours of reading* *is actually quite friendly
despite his more reserved nature, and enjoys the company
of bosterious and outgoing people because they bring out
his more friendly nature* *has a flair for the dramatic,
when he cares to use it, so can do such things as cry on
cue and manipulate his personality to get what he wants*
*doesn't do this often however, as he sees it as using people
when he's not on stage* *has been known to have a sparkling
sense of humor on occasion, but only shares this with a
select trusted few* *also is kind and fiercely loyal to
those select few that he's let into the inner circle of
his life and would do anything in his power to please them* |
What do you look like? *silences you with a look* No smart ass remarks, just
answer the question please. See? I even said please, so be nice and don't be
a smart ass *smiles*:
| I don't plan on wasting my time being a smart ass. I would
prefer to get this over with as quickly as possible. *smirks
ever so slightly* I'm tall with dark hair and eyes. That
good enough for you? *is about 5'11" with a muscular
build from years of hard farm work* *has also developed
a tan for this same reason* *has short hair about a sepia
brown colour and eyes that are slightly lighter, but also
brown* *also has a scar on the left side of his face* *runs
his hand through said hair and looks impatiently toward
Miro* *this is taking much longer than he expected and he
has an audition in a couple minutes* |
*mutters* I thought I said -not- to be a smart ass... *rolls his eyes* Okay,
how old are you? If you know your birthday, tell me that too:
*slightly frustrated* First of all, I wasn't a smart ass,
okay? *realizes that his tone of voice was uncalled for
with that statement* *laughs nervously for a moment in an
‘I'm sorry ‘bout that' way* *much calmer* Second,
well, I'm 17 as of July 17th.*scratches the back of his
neck, looking pensive* Yeah, I said I'd be a real actor
by 18, looks like I have a lot of work to do.
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*glances at the paper, trying to read the next question through his scrawly writing* The next question is... *squints at the paper* How'd you get here? *nods* I'm pretty sure that's what it says. *sits back in the chair and sighs when Scotchy jumps onto his lap* Tell me your tale.:
| *eyes the cat for a moment* *Maggie kept cats* *she kept
them in the stable* *looks abruptly away, when it appears
that he's been staring too long* *laughs nervously yet again*
I moved from Charleston, South Carolina to become an actor.
Not much more to it. *actually, there's plenty more too
it* *worked as a stable hand for the wealthy St. Augustine
family, where he was treated abhorrently because the St.
Augustine's actually owed his family a great deal of money
in gambling and other debts* *was driven from the house
by Jonathon St. Augustine when he was attacked by him one
day in an extreme rage* *through an unfortunate stroke of
luck, only missed being rescued by his Uncle William by
a few minutes, as his train for New York left shortly after
Billy Morris's train into Charleston arrived* *doesn't regret
leaving, just doesn't want to make it into a big deal, so
doesn't talk often about his time there* |
Okay, now the fun question. *smiles* Got any family? Friends? How 'bout a significant
other? *winks* You know, those people who will talk to you voluntarily. *smirks*
Tell me about them:
Most people don't talk to me voluntarily. *laughs a actual
hearty laugh* No, just kidding, but I am new to this little
northern city, so I don't really know too many people here.
Well, unless you count that theatre owner in Manhattan who
refused to give me a job. I don't know if you'd call him
family or friend though. *smirks* As for significant other,
I've left a string of broken hearts between here and the
good ole S.C. *grins at his own sarcastic jokes* No, to
be perfectly honest there really isn't anyone. There was
a sort of relationship where I was working before I came
here, *with Magnolia St. Augustine, the daughter of his
employer* *sighs* but I had to leave that before anything
could come of us. *is also quite the charmer when it comes
to women, so doesn't really want to tie himself down to
a significant other* *thinks a moment* And we reach family
*wrinkles his nose* Who knows? They're here and there. I
am quite close to my uncle Bill, but I haven't heard from
him in awhile. *shrugs* They have a tendency to disappear
for a while and then just show up at random intervals when
they want money. *of course, they won't be showing up her*
*told no one where he went*
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*sticks the pencil behind his ear* Anything else we should
know? *shrugs* If not, I'm ready to go and get something to
eat. My hunger is now in your hands. *smirks* Don't incur
it's wrath, so if there is something else, make it quick:
| Well, I have an audition I'm already late for so I can
dash out pretty quickly, no worries. *bobs his head once
or twice* I guess that's what you have to know. I'm looking
to be an actor. If any such jobs come up, let me know. |
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