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Bryn
Wolfe
sleepdeprivedvixen@yahoo.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:
| *looks up and smirks slightly* Bryn Wolfe. *runs her fingers through
her hair absentmindedly, pushing it out of her face* If
you’re going for the -entire- name, it’s Bryn
Dryden Wolfe. *wrinkles her nose* Nothing in that name is
normal or ordinary. It sounds as though my parents either
named me on a dare or they were drunk when they named me.
*sighs* Probably the second, knowing my family.
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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?:
| *shakes her head* No, I don’t have a nickname. *was never one for
nicknames* *figured that a name as odd as Bryn was enough
of one* No one has ever called me anything other than Bryn.
Well, my brother occasionally called me Dryden, but I don’t
really want to be referred to by anything my brother used.
*wrinkles her nose* |
*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?:
| *sighs softly* I'm 18, my birthday's June 2nd. *frowns
slightly* *five years ago on that date, she had been taken
forcefully by her brother to a place with a not so good
reputation about it* *the reputation was correct and a little
over four years of her life were wasted there* *then, on
her eighteenth birthday, she was forcibly removed from the
house by her brother and was locked up for days to do whatever
he and his friends wanted her to do for/to them* *it has
not ever really been a good day for her* |
*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?:
| *raises an eyebrow at her* *glances down at herself* I
have brown hair, grey eyes. Nothing special. You have eyes.
*is very thin, somewhat curvy, but her body is covered in
scars* *has grey sun-strained eyes that constantly reflect
fear and pain* *is about 5'4" with chestnut hair down
past her shoulder blades* *gained the scars from years at
the brothel, mainly from her brother’s friends* *they
tended to randomly come and hurt her* *a lot* *some were
self inflicted, however, and that is not something that
she is overly proud of* |
*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?:
| *shrugs* I don’t know how I’m going to get along
here. *sighs* I don’t know what I’m like, you
can be the judge of that one *is very friendly to girls,
but shies away from guys* *has overcome that, for the most
part, since she*s been here, because of Austin, but still
keeps away from most guys* *is very easy to talk to, but
does not talk much about herself unless she really trusts
the person* *does not trust people easily, as it has caused
her trouble and pain in the past, but can eventually open
up to people* |
*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.:
| *looks away with a frown and a distant look in her eyes* *quietly* I
really don’t want to talk about it. *her mother died
in child labor when she was 10, the baby dying also* *several
years later, her father killed himself, leaving her and
her older brother to fend for themselves* *rather than trying
to find work for himself, her brother took her to a brothel
when she was 13 and she'd been there ever since* *after
many years in that line of work, her friend Samuel got fed
up with her brother’s friends mistreating her* *he
bought her a train ticket, drug her away from the whore
house, and sent her away from Chicago* |
*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.:
| My family? *sighs and quietly states* None, technically,
that share the same blood. My brother was all I had, and
I don't even think I can say that I had him since I hated
him. *shrugs a little* But he's gone now. *glances back
at her* I've made a few friends while I've been here, like
Austin and you, Annette, but not too many. I guess I had
a friend back at Rego Park, but I can't be sure. *it had
been a love-hate relationship between her and Paige* And
as for a boyfriend, I think Drago might get mad if I had
a boyfriend. He, though, is my husband. And that would make
you my sister in law, so that works out nicely. *smiles
brightly* *glances down at the ring on her left ring finger,
showing her marriage to the young man* *despite her friend
Paige's efforts to stop her from doing so, she has fallen
for him* *he helped her out one day, and their relationship
just grew from there* *he asked her to marry him at the
theatre one night, and that was that* *loves him more than
anything or anyone in the world* |
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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*shrugs a little* You know pretty much everything about
me, and at least as much as, if not more, than you'd want
to know. *smiles softly* If you think of anything else
you need to know, you know where to find me.
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