Post by RAUL-PHILIPPE NIX on Nov 17, 2011 19:27:26 GMT -5
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Raul-Philippe Nix • Freshman • 15• GRAYSON VAUGHN
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. "-G. K. Chesterton
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. "-G. K. Chesterton
"Let's begin, shall we? Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything."
Raul raised a brow and shrugged. He didn’t have any probably with talking about himself, despite the fact that he was considered slightly anti-social by some. However, with an easy handgesture and shy smile, he spoke in a confident voice saying,
“Names Raul-Philippe Nix. I know, a stupid name. It sounds like I’m one of those teenagers that changed it to annoy my parents. But no. It’s my given birth name. Dad gave it to me the day I was born. I’m a fifteen year old male who just happens to be a freshman. Lucky me, right? I was born on October sixteenth.”
Raul smiles uneasily, leaning back and waiting for this to be over. He doesn’t feel at ease around much anyone, and although he feels the need to calm himself, he actually doesn’t know how to make himself feel what he can make others feel.
"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
Raul noddes to himself, mauling over if he should really say. No harm, right? He sighed and pushes back a strand of hair.
“I can put illusions into others mind. I can't really see in there. But I can put stuff in. Pain. Love. All that jazz. It’s in my blood. Some people claim it’s a gift. I don’t personally think so. But I’m learning to live with it. If I ever I use it, I feel sick. Painridden. It’s not exactly a guys best defense. I can’t do much with it, I don’t even know how far I can take it. It only lasts a while. I suppose I can perfect it more and more as it comes around, but it isn’t exactly what I think of when I think perfection. I try not to use it unless I’m training. And even then, I try to avoid it.”
Raul bit his lip, hoping he’d made the right decision in telling them. He wasn’t sure if he had stuttered through it or not, his social skills not as refined as some.
"Oh yes. I see now why we would have invited you. Tell me please, a bit of background information. What is home life to you?"
Raul shivers slightly, but pushes away the urge to squirm.
“I was born to my father, a strong man who had a strong background and no tolerance for freaks. My mom was slightly more tolerant. She sheltered me for the longest time. My little sister lived with me for a while, and I loved the heck out of her. She was amazing. I wanted the best for her, the best for everything she did. She lit up my world. I loved her.
“However, I lost control of my power one day. My father had pushed me over the limits, questioning my ability to think. I had a hard time in school, see, as I was a vivid thinker and not much of a listener. She came in after a confrontation and I lost control. I imagined horrid things on her, things I’d hoped to unleashe on my dad.” Raul bites his lip, closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.
“Afterwards, she was sent to the hospital. Her minds in wreck. She doesn’t think like normal people and she doesn’t really know us…She’s sick and its all my fault…So I came here…To learn,” he says, his voice quivering slightly at the end.
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AGM?"
Raul smiles, happy for the distraction. “I’m going to travel all over the world. I’m going to write books and paint and make everything beautiful seen. I’ll make up for my mistakes by showing the world the beauty of its very lands. One day, I’ll show it to my sister…And maybe she’ll remember good things.” He says. He doesn’t say anything more. He calls this his own secret, and would rather not tell anything more then the basics.
He has it all planned out, you see. He knows everywhere he’ll go. And no one will fallow him, and he won’t hurt anyone.
"Huh. That's fine, actually. Uh... would you like to tell me about any hobbies or part-time jobs you have? It may be too difficult to continue once you're on the island."
“I’m used to be in art club and drama club. I never had a job. Kind of hard to get one at my age, you know? I really didn’t do much but hang around and doddle. I liked doddling as a kid. It was one of my favorite things to do. However, my father thought my dreams where a waste of time…Um, sorry, I’ve already done my rant on him, haven’t I? My sister thought it was cool. I spent a lot of time helping raise her. Obviously, that won’t be a problem anymore…Um…”Raul is slightly choked up. He stopped to maintain self.
“That’s really it. I didn’t grow up doing much. It wasn’t really my style.”
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AGM and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
Raul lets out a short laugh. “I hate it! But what can you do? I’ll learn to control it one day, and it’ll get better as time goes on, I’m sure. Life goes on. Maybe, one day, I can fix her. And maybe it’ll be for the better good. Maybe I’ll just forget it all. I sure as hell hope so.”
"Oh, I see. I have mixed feelings about it myself, but I know what I believe in. Well, great! I think we're finished now. I've gotten a real sense of who you are! Thanks so much for your time and we'll let you know. In the meantime, do you have any questions, comments or concerns?"
Raul pushes up from where he's sitting.
“Thanks for your time,”
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“Names Raul-Philippe Nix. I know, a stupid name. It sounds like I’m one of those teenagers that changed it to annoy my parents. But no. It’s my given birth name. Dad gave it to me the day I was born. I’m a fifteen year old male who just happens to be a freshman. Lucky me, right? I was born on October sixteenth.”
Raul smiles uneasily, leaning back and waiting for this to be over. He doesn’t feel at ease around much anyone, and although he feels the need to calm himself, he actually doesn’t know how to make himself feel what he can make others feel.
"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
Raul noddes to himself, mauling over if he should really say. No harm, right? He sighed and pushes back a strand of hair.
“I can put illusions into others mind. I can't really see in there. But I can put stuff in. Pain. Love. All that jazz. It’s in my blood. Some people claim it’s a gift. I don’t personally think so. But I’m learning to live with it. If I ever I use it, I feel sick. Painridden. It’s not exactly a guys best defense. I can’t do much with it, I don’t even know how far I can take it. It only lasts a while. I suppose I can perfect it more and more as it comes around, but it isn’t exactly what I think of when I think perfection. I try not to use it unless I’m training. And even then, I try to avoid it.”
Raul bit his lip, hoping he’d made the right decision in telling them. He wasn’t sure if he had stuttered through it or not, his social skills not as refined as some.
"Oh yes. I see now why we would have invited you. Tell me please, a bit of background information. What is home life to you?"
Raul shivers slightly, but pushes away the urge to squirm.
“I was born to my father, a strong man who had a strong background and no tolerance for freaks. My mom was slightly more tolerant. She sheltered me for the longest time. My little sister lived with me for a while, and I loved the heck out of her. She was amazing. I wanted the best for her, the best for everything she did. She lit up my world. I loved her.
“However, I lost control of my power one day. My father had pushed me over the limits, questioning my ability to think. I had a hard time in school, see, as I was a vivid thinker and not much of a listener. She came in after a confrontation and I lost control. I imagined horrid things on her, things I’d hoped to unleashe on my dad.” Raul bites his lip, closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.
“Afterwards, she was sent to the hospital. Her minds in wreck. She doesn’t think like normal people and she doesn’t really know us…She’s sick and its all my fault…So I came here…To learn,” he says, his voice quivering slightly at the end.
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AGM?"
Raul smiles, happy for the distraction. “I’m going to travel all over the world. I’m going to write books and paint and make everything beautiful seen. I’ll make up for my mistakes by showing the world the beauty of its very lands. One day, I’ll show it to my sister…And maybe she’ll remember good things.” He says. He doesn’t say anything more. He calls this his own secret, and would rather not tell anything more then the basics.
He has it all planned out, you see. He knows everywhere he’ll go. And no one will fallow him, and he won’t hurt anyone.
"Huh. That's fine, actually. Uh... would you like to tell me about any hobbies or part-time jobs you have? It may be too difficult to continue once you're on the island."
“I’m used to be in art club and drama club. I never had a job. Kind of hard to get one at my age, you know? I really didn’t do much but hang around and doddle. I liked doddling as a kid. It was one of my favorite things to do. However, my father thought my dreams where a waste of time…Um, sorry, I’ve already done my rant on him, haven’t I? My sister thought it was cool. I spent a lot of time helping raise her. Obviously, that won’t be a problem anymore…Um…”Raul is slightly choked up. He stopped to maintain self.
“That’s really it. I didn’t grow up doing much. It wasn’t really my style.”
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AGM and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
Raul lets out a short laugh. “I hate it! But what can you do? I’ll learn to control it one day, and it’ll get better as time goes on, I’m sure. Life goes on. Maybe, one day, I can fix her. And maybe it’ll be for the better good. Maybe I’ll just forget it all. I sure as hell hope so.”
"Oh, I see. I have mixed feelings about it myself, but I know what I believe in. Well, great! I think we're finished now. I've gotten a real sense of who you are! Thanks so much for your time and we'll let you know. In the meantime, do you have any questions, comments or concerns?"
Raul pushes up from where he's sitting.
“Thanks for your time,”
Ray • 16 • Female
