Mary O'Malley
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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:
| *looks up from where she is seated, tucking a rogue strand
of her hair behind her ear* Mary. Mary O’Malley. *says
it as though she does not expect anyone to have to ask her
what her name is again because it should be memorable* But
don’t go telling anyone, hear? *gives you a pointed
look* I don’t want it getting spread around. Just Mary
will do. *is really worried that she would be far too easy
to find if people went around using her last name, or that
people would realize who she was* |
*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?:
| *smiles slightly as a bemused sort of look crosses her
face* Goodness no, and I don’t expect to ‘be blessed’
with one if I have my way. Not a nickname type of girl,
see? *fiddles with a bracelet on her wrist, twisting it
around* *did have a nickname, once upon a time, but will
hurt or threaten to hurt anyone who calls her by it* *the
only nickname that she has now is Captain, which Carson
calls her, and he’s not allowed to do that in front
of other people* *and does not fancy anyone else finding
out about that or calling her by it, so is not going to
tell* |
*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?:
| *raises an eyebrow at her, having given no such reason
for a snickering and smirking response* *but isn’t
about to cause trouble, at this particular moment* I’m
seventeen, born on March fifteenth. *smiles the tiniest
bit* The Ides of March. *sits back in her seat, crossing
her arms, waiting for the next question*
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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?:
* rolls her eyes* Fine, have it your way. I’m sorta
tall, I guess. Dark hair, dark eyes, tan… that covers
it, pretty much. *truthfully, is exotic looking* *has dark
brown hair that is on the verge of being black, and it is
slightly curly, but if she tries really hard and crosses
her fingers she can get it to be straighter* *and the same
goes for her eyes, as far as the color goes – very
dark brown* *is slightly taller than would be expected and
has a rather womanly figure* *has a nice golden tan, as
well, which came from being out in the sun all the time*
*also has nice full lips which are hardly ever in the shape
of a full smile* *does not really smile all that much* *does
not really wear skirts or dresses ever, as she deems them
unpractical* *has a tattoo on her shoulder blade which she
tried really hard not to let anyone see*
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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?:
| I don’t know. Ask someone who knows me and let them
tell you. *is distant, for one* *likes to keep her business
her business and does not like other people telling her
what to do* *can be friendly, but only if she wants to be*
*has a temper, and a bad one at that* *has a habit of keeping
to herself rather than interacting with others, but that
is a habit which will probably be broken if she is around
people who are friendly and kind* *was starting to open
up a bit more, but now that she’s being put in a new
environment with new people, it might take a bit* |
*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 a bit uncomfortable with the question* I didn’t
come from one specific place, before I was at Ravenswood,
I traveled around a lot. *seems a bit more at ease with
her dodge of an answer* And I’m here because it’s
a place to stay. The house we were staying in before was
burned down, and Carson brought me here. *shrugs* *has spent
most of her life up to this point on a ship* *yes, a ship*
*to be quite blunt with it, was born and raised on a pirate
ship* *sounds like ever child’s dream, right?* *but
was raised up a pirate, even more so after her mother died
when she was young and the crew started taking care of her
more* *does not really want to talk about it* *pirates are
socially unacceptable, you see* *just realized that there
was more to life than attacking other ships and having to
worry about being killed every day and when they reached
port, disappeared from the rest of them* *the good side,
if it can be called a good side, is that she can fight with
the best of them, if not better* *and also, the crew took
captive an English sailor when she was still young and he
taught her to read and write and speak correctly, which
is why she does not sound as one would imagine a pirate
to sound* *and going back to the tattoo she has, it was
her sort of initiation into the crew, getting it* *it is
a red skull and crossbones, which held great significance
with her and the crew* *and now, since she’s a deserter,
they are coming after her* *and that scares her a bit* *is
convinced they’re the cause of the Ravenswood house
burning down*
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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.:
*runs her fingers through her hair, a smile tugging at
the corners of her mouth* There’s only one person in
my life, and that’s Carson. *and that’s true*
*Carson is her boyfriend, her best friend, and the only
person she cares about* *had a family in the crew but now
they sort of want her dead and she doesn’t consider
them family or friend anymore, for obvious reasons* *loves
Carson, though, which was an odd discovery since she had
no idea what love was until he came along*
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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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*looks at her interviewer wryly* Yeah. I’m deadly.
*winks, then gets up and walks out of the room, tossing
her hair over her shoulder* *again, not really joking*
*the only other thing about her that probably will not
be a mystery for long is her love for music* *plays the
guitar and sings* *not necessarily at the same time, though*
*but that is the only other thing about her that might
be relevant, but also that will be reveled through her
actions anyway because she cannot resist playing the guitar
for long
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