Honey Kelley
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* 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:
| *eyes Annette carefully* Kyra Kelley. *hint of a Irish
accent present* I don’t see why it’s important
though. I mean, no one ever calls my by that name. |
*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?:
| Honey. *sighs* When I was younger, one of my best friends
just started calling me that. I think it’s because
she knew I didn’t like honey. I don’t know why
I kept it if I hate it. *shrugs* *actually, her hair is
a honey color* |
*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?:
| I am 16 years old. I turn 17 December 19. *smirks* You
can figure out the year, if it’s that important to
you. |
*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?:
| *nods* I don’t have the typical Irish look. Maybe
it’s because I’m half English. *laughs a bit*
Okay, I have *honey* golden blonde hair. My eyes are a light
green color. I guess they have some gray in there somewhere.
They are more hazel really. *shrugs* Uh… I’m about
5’4”, paler skin, and a bit on the skinny side.
*even though she is skinny, she is tough* *stands and looks
herself over* *after a couple seconds or so, she sits back
down* I’m not gorgeous, just ordinary. *pauses, thinking
of what she left out* Oh, I have freckles all over my face
too. *scrunches her nose* Bit annoying, really. I have been
told I look like my mum. She’s the one that’s
English. |
*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?:
| Well, I don’t get excited about things much. Haven’t
had many reasons to. *shrugs* When I have gotten excited,
I’ve been let down. *sighs* I am loyal to my friends,
unless they give me a reason not to be. So you might want
to stay on my good side. However, it takes me awhile to
trust people. I have had too many people betray me. *yawns*
Sorry. I’m getting tired. I can be really sarcastic
when it comes down to it. *grins* One of my best qualities,
I say. *sarcasm is how she hides her insecurities* But,
overall, I am pretty friendly. So, I should get along fine.
I do stay out of people’s way. *pauses* Most of the
time. *winks* I am more of an observer. I don’t like
to be the center of attention. It annoys me. |
*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.:
| *raises one eyebrow* Just don’t go telling people
my life story. *sits up straighter* My da’ and mum
decided to move to America for “opportunities”
and a “better life.” *shakes her head* That turned
out real great. *rolls her eyes* We came from Kerry in Ireland.
Left all my friends and family back there. *stares out the
window as she continues* The minute we got here, we’ve
been treated like dirt. My da’ and I because we’re
Irish. My mum because she married an Irishman. *takes a
breath* They were murdered a few months ago. Shot to death.
Found them myself. *shudders at the memory* Since then,
I’ve been wandering around, doing what I could to survive.
*looks back at Annette* I’m an only child, so I had
to take care of myself. Whatever it took to do so, I did
it. *shrugs* Stealing, eating without paying, conning my
way into getting shelter. A girl has to live somehow. That
was my way. |
*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.:
| *in a sort of monotone* My parents are dead. Everyone
else is back home, in Kerry. I know a couple of people here.
I just met you didn’t I? *smiles, but then scowls at
thought of the word boyfriend* No boyfriend. Haven’t
met anyone worth my time. |
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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I smoke. *sighs* Terrible habit, but it calms me down.
Other than that, nothing. *crosses arms* We done? I need
some sleep. *yawns*
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