Post by EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE on Dec 4, 2011 22:10:39 GMT -5
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EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE • JUNIOR • SEVENTEEN • EBBA ZINGMARK
"Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history of breaking little hearts like the one in me"
"Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history of breaking little hearts like the one in me"
"Let's begin, shall we? Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything."
She leans back in her chair, tossing one arm over the edge while the other supports her head. “Everything? You some sort of stalker? Gunna’ write notes about everything I do?” She winks one of her dark blue-grey eyes and laughs impishly. “My name’s Evan Jaxon Lovato-Crane. Teachers assume I’m a boy until they meet me but whatever. Some people call me E.J. I’d prefer that over Eve or some prissy shit like that. The Jaxon comes from Michael Jackson, my king.” Unzips her hoodie to reveal an oversized Thriller tee shirt that’s clearly been through better days. “I’m seventeen, born on October Twenty-seventh. I’m a junior. Adopted. Peoplesexual.” Shrugs blows hair out of her eyes.
"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
"Fire. Pyro. I can't create it out of thin air, I need to have a flame to work off of. A spark." She shifts and removes a lighter from her pocket. "So this comes with me wherever I go. And even then I can only create a path for it to go across. I can't control it if it strays off of that path. Fire's very unpredictable. It does what it wants, so I can simply suggest what to do. To me, it's like there's an invisible thread that I can make the fire follow. If it strays away from that thread I can pull it back but it takes a lot of concentration. I tend to burn myself a lot." Her hands raise and turn back and forth, showing both her palms and the tops of them. Covered in burn scars. "I've got a high pain tolerance now at least. Very little control but I'm working on it. I tend to set fire to everything when I get pissed."
"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?"
She’s quiet for a moment, face contorting from its usual smug smirk to contemplative and pensive. “My family isn’t what most people would consider normal but it’s in no way dysfunctional. Perhaps a bit unconventional at worst but I wouldn’t change a thing. My mother was a teenage slut who put me up for adoption the second she found out she was pregnant. A gay couple found her through the adoption agency when she was four months pregnant and I became theirs. (I’m from Canada, by the way, that’s why this was even allowed to happen.) They paid all of her medical bills and made everything super easy on her, letting her decide if she wanted it to be an open or closed adoption and what the conditions would be. She opted for closed and from the moment I was born I became Xavier Crane and Kahlua Lovato’s daughter. They already had a five year old daughter named Brandyn from one of Kahlua’s previous relationships so I was in experienced hands. I like to think that other than having gay dads my childhood was pretty average. We weren’t rich but we weren’t poor either. We got by pretty well enough. My and Brandyn got along as much as we argued. Normal stuff. We got shit for having gay dads but I was a tough kid. I didn’t let people talk shit about me or my family. They were always supportive and I always knew that I’m adopted. They gave me the choice of knowing the story of my mom or not and I finally asked when I was thirteen. I never really had any identity problems though. My dads are my dads. The woman who gave birth to me was just an egg donor as far as I care."
She shrugs yet again, shifting her legs a bit to be more comfortable. She's been flicking a lighter open and closed since mentioning Canada.
"There was a brief point in my early teen years when I used to threaten to run away and live with my mother but I don't think they ever took it seriously. I didn't even know her name so it wasn't like I could try and find her. The first few times I said it Kahlua broke down and begged me never to leave them, but he has always been kind of unstable. He was really badly fucked, sorry, messed up as a kid and has some health, mental and physical issues. He's kind of delayed so when I said stuff like that he took it to heart until he realized I was just doing it to make them angry. The hardest part about all of his problems was when he had his mid-life crisis. He broke down because his brother wasn't allowed to get out of prison and realized he was reaching his forties with two kids and just lost it. Xavier dealt with it like a boss though. He was used to this shit I guess. He's always been the motherly type who likes to care for everyone."
Catches the interviewer watching the lighter and pockets it, resorting to playing with her hair instead.
"His break downs were...well, you got used to them. They never really bugged me that much because they happened so often. It's like when you have an autistic sibling. Sometimes it gets annoying but in the end you love it. I always loved that my dads were so different from everyone else's parents. I loved being adopted. What I didn't love was people bugging me about it. I've always had a temper as fiery as my hair so fights were common. They still are."
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AMG?"
Laughter is the only answer she gives for a while, raking hair off of her face and on to her back as it dies into little giggles. "Yeah right! I don't even know what I want to have for breakfast tomorrow morning!"
"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 was one of those kids who wanted lessons in everything, but never lasted longer than a week. Mixed Martial Arts was the only one I stuck to. I also did archery, cooking, tap, ballet, riding, violin, piano, baseball, hockey, soccer. You name it. The only things I really stick to now are Martial Arts, rugby, photography, film making. That sort of stuff. I don't know; I'm one of those people who's good at everything but isn't exponential at something. Before I came here I worked at Home Depot."
Mind you, she hasn't discovered her talent for welding.
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AMG and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
"I don't know. I've never really thought much about it. I guess if this is what God has planned for human kind we can't really argue can we? I think it's stupid that they're trying to cover it up, but I guess it's kind of needed...Humans shun what they don't understand. We don't want an X-Men repeat."
Her tone aloof and uncaring.
"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?"
"Nope." She stands and stretches her arms above her head, a few bones cracking and creaking. "Peace, homie." A lazy wave as she struts off.
[STYLE=BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.imgur.com/VWiW7.png); WIDTH:430PX; HEIGHT:15PX; BORDER-BOTTOM: SOLID #616150 5PX; OVERFLOW: AUTO;][/STYLE]She leans back in her chair, tossing one arm over the edge while the other supports her head. “Everything? You some sort of stalker? Gunna’ write notes about everything I do?” She winks one of her dark blue-grey eyes and laughs impishly. “My name’s Evan Jaxon Lovato-Crane. Teachers assume I’m a boy until they meet me but whatever. Some people call me E.J. I’d prefer that over Eve or some prissy shit like that. The Jaxon comes from Michael Jackson, my king.” Unzips her hoodie to reveal an oversized Thriller tee shirt that’s clearly been through better days. “I’m seventeen, born on October Twenty-seventh. I’m a junior. Adopted. Peoplesexual.” Shrugs blows hair out of her eyes.
"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
"Fire. Pyro. I can't create it out of thin air, I need to have a flame to work off of. A spark." She shifts and removes a lighter from her pocket. "So this comes with me wherever I go. And even then I can only create a path for it to go across. I can't control it if it strays off of that path. Fire's very unpredictable. It does what it wants, so I can simply suggest what to do. To me, it's like there's an invisible thread that I can make the fire follow. If it strays away from that thread I can pull it back but it takes a lot of concentration. I tend to burn myself a lot." Her hands raise and turn back and forth, showing both her palms and the tops of them. Covered in burn scars. "I've got a high pain tolerance now at least. Very little control but I'm working on it. I tend to set fire to everything when I get pissed."
"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?"
She’s quiet for a moment, face contorting from its usual smug smirk to contemplative and pensive. “My family isn’t what most people would consider normal but it’s in no way dysfunctional. Perhaps a bit unconventional at worst but I wouldn’t change a thing. My mother was a teenage slut who put me up for adoption the second she found out she was pregnant. A gay couple found her through the adoption agency when she was four months pregnant and I became theirs. (I’m from Canada, by the way, that’s why this was even allowed to happen.) They paid all of her medical bills and made everything super easy on her, letting her decide if she wanted it to be an open or closed adoption and what the conditions would be. She opted for closed and from the moment I was born I became Xavier Crane and Kahlua Lovato’s daughter. They already had a five year old daughter named Brandyn from one of Kahlua’s previous relationships so I was in experienced hands. I like to think that other than having gay dads my childhood was pretty average. We weren’t rich but we weren’t poor either. We got by pretty well enough. My and Brandyn got along as much as we argued. Normal stuff. We got shit for having gay dads but I was a tough kid. I didn’t let people talk shit about me or my family. They were always supportive and I always knew that I’m adopted. They gave me the choice of knowing the story of my mom or not and I finally asked when I was thirteen. I never really had any identity problems though. My dads are my dads. The woman who gave birth to me was just an egg donor as far as I care."
She shrugs yet again, shifting her legs a bit to be more comfortable. She's been flicking a lighter open and closed since mentioning Canada.
"There was a brief point in my early teen years when I used to threaten to run away and live with my mother but I don't think they ever took it seriously. I didn't even know her name so it wasn't like I could try and find her. The first few times I said it Kahlua broke down and begged me never to leave them, but he has always been kind of unstable. He was really badly fucked, sorry, messed up as a kid and has some health, mental and physical issues. He's kind of delayed so when I said stuff like that he took it to heart until he realized I was just doing it to make them angry. The hardest part about all of his problems was when he had his mid-life crisis. He broke down because his brother wasn't allowed to get out of prison and realized he was reaching his forties with two kids and just lost it. Xavier dealt with it like a boss though. He was used to this shit I guess. He's always been the motherly type who likes to care for everyone."
Catches the interviewer watching the lighter and pockets it, resorting to playing with her hair instead.
"His break downs were...well, you got used to them. They never really bugged me that much because they happened so often. It's like when you have an autistic sibling. Sometimes it gets annoying but in the end you love it. I always loved that my dads were so different from everyone else's parents. I loved being adopted. What I didn't love was people bugging me about it. I've always had a temper as fiery as my hair so fights were common. They still are."
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AMG?"
Laughter is the only answer she gives for a while, raking hair off of her face and on to her back as it dies into little giggles. "Yeah right! I don't even know what I want to have for breakfast tomorrow morning!"
"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 was one of those kids who wanted lessons in everything, but never lasted longer than a week. Mixed Martial Arts was the only one I stuck to. I also did archery, cooking, tap, ballet, riding, violin, piano, baseball, hockey, soccer. You name it. The only things I really stick to now are Martial Arts, rugby, photography, film making. That sort of stuff. I don't know; I'm one of those people who's good at everything but isn't exponential at something. Before I came here I worked at Home Depot."
Mind you, she hasn't discovered her talent for welding.
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AMG and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
"I don't know. I've never really thought much about it. I guess if this is what God has planned for human kind we can't really argue can we? I think it's stupid that they're trying to cover it up, but I guess it's kind of needed...Humans shun what they don't understand. We don't want an X-Men repeat."
Her tone aloof and uncaring.
"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?"
"Nope." She stands and stretches her arms above her head, a few bones cracking and creaking. "Peace, homie." A lazy wave as she struts off.
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