Ressa Fuentez
IrishRover04@aol.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:
| *crosses her arms* *leans forward in her seat* *gives a small smirk*
Well I tend to forget all my middle names since there are
so many so I’ll give you the short version. Teressa
Fuentez… Ressa for short. *her father started to call
her that when she was five and the name stayed with her
throughout her life* *growing up and all* *she was a daddy’s
girl all the way and she loved the nickname he’d given
her* |
*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?:
| No nickname and I like it that way, so don’t go getting any ideas…
*looks at you seriously* *honestly hates nicknames unless
it’s her sister calling her by it* *since again she
is a daddy’s girl she only ever wanted to be called
by what he’d nicknamed her* *once someone gave her
the nickname of Fury and she took it as an insult* *that
boy ended up with a broken nose* *of course that was her
brother…* |
*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?:
| *looks suspicious for a moment but then calms* Nineteen
and my birthday is the second of September. *frowns* *then
offers a shrug and glances towards the wall* |
*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?:
| *looks at herself, then at you* I don’t pretend well. *keeps her
face impassive* I’m 5’10, brown hair, green eyes.
*nods* *also has the high cheekbones* *lacks the scar by
her eye but has a tattoo on her shoulder blade* *it’s
of a fallen angel* *the mole is also beneath her left eye
in the same place as Bella’s* Same as Beauty. Just
don’t ever mix me up with her, it’s one thing
I can never stand. *frowns* We look alike, but we don’t
dress alike, we don’t act alike, and we’re completely
different people. |
*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?:
| *one side of her mouth tilts up in a half smirk* My sister likes to
say I tend to do the undoable and want the ungetable. *grins
sardonically* I guess that would mean I like challenges.
*goes back to her calm, unreadable state* I’m easy
enough to get along with, just don’t piss me off. *nods*
I don’t like to say that twice either and usually the
second time around it isn’t as pleasurable as the first
was. |
*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.:
| You should talk to someone else if you wanna be enthralled. *leans back
in her seat* But if you wanna know that badly, We’ve
been here a few years and if you really want to know we
came here because my brother, the jackass, up and left us
with all of his debts. *frowns more* *crosses her arms*
*doesn’t get along with her brother even half as much
as Bella does* We haven’t found another place to stay
because of the people my brother owes. *shrugs* Might as
well tell you up front that way you can tell us if we can
stay because I won’t have Bella get settled in and
make friends only to be kicked out again. *pauses* We’re
just hoping you’ll let us stay here. *stares calmly,
never betraying her thoughts* *and they say she’s the
wild one* |
*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.:
| *stares dubiously* Well now… aren’t you a little… active.
*not exactly what she was going to say but this fits there
as well* The people in my life are my sister. *older to
be exact* That’s it, no friends, no boyfriends. *though
does usually go on dates a lot* I had some friends before
we came here, but I haven’t really made any here. *frowns*
It doesn’t bother me though, Beauty was always the
more social one. *grins* She was always the one with the
interesting stories to tell and I was always the one who
kept an eye on her to make sure she was okay. We look out
for each other, I just look out for her more often than
I have too. *to the boyfriend part* There’s been the
occasional passing of boys, but none that have stuck around.
*smiles* I like to have fun and that’s exactly what
I plan on doing, as long as I’m young enough to enjoy
it. *smirks* Besides, there’s no use getting settled
down at my age, when I’ll just end up with a broken
heart and a chip on my shoulder. |
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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*frowns* There isn’t anything else to say…
*though her eyes show her amusement her face is stone*
I believe you’ve covered everything.
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