Post by GENIE ANNE WALSH on Dec 20, 2011 5:17:55 GMT -5
genevieve 'genie' anne walsh • junior • female • hetero
»The fat lard of a principal looked over his papers with a rather disinterested attitude. He noticed you sitting down, but doesn't really have the courtesy to look up from his desk. To you, he says out loud. "Let's begin sha'll we? Tell me the basic details about yourself." With a cough, he shuffled through is papers and glanced at you once through his small eye glasses.
the girl seated behind the principals desk with her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face could only be described as unimpressive. her stature was slumped, a large circle of bubble gum exploded from her mouth in a precarious bubble, and her blue eyes flickered emotionlessly as she stared at the bald and bent head of the man in front of her. she was, at least, more impressive then him, she thought, popping her gum and licking her lips. "my name is genevieve. i haven't answered to that in years, though, so there's no use using it." she leaned back in the seat and tilted her head to stare at the ceiling. "genie anne walsh. nice to meet you principal sir." that earned her a stoic glare from the proper, dark-haired woman, who was obviously her mother, sitting beside her. genie shifted and straightened with an irritable sigh. "i'm sixteen, a junior. young, i know, but." she paused and shrugged, popped her gum, then continued. "my birthday is november 13th, i'm a scorpio, my favorite planet is saturn, my favorite color is blue, and i speak three languages. is that good enough?" another stern glare. she grinned and flicked her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward. there was a challenge in her eyes. "i don't have a disorder, but i don't fit into schools well, y'know? i've been expelled five times." she shrugged, as if it were no big deal. "it's really annoying when no one understands what you are." she finished with a nod, popping her gum once more, much to the irritation of the adults, and leaning back, crossing her legs with a flourish.
»With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, threw his glasses on the desk and ran his chubby fingers through thinning, greasy hair. He pinched the nose of his bridge and closed his eyes tightly as he said, "You know about the truth of this place. Now, I didn't invite you personally, my staff did. So please, give me a run down of your power." With his eyes still shut, the principal gestured with one arm toward you to begin.
genie, who when she had first entered the room had been both unimpressive and emotionless, suddenly grinned deviously. she cleared her throat, leaned back in the chair, and flashed the principal a grin that spelled trouble with capital letters. "my power? oh, well, that's easy. how i figured it out is rather unfortunate. to begin, what it is, so i don't confuse you too much, sir." her mother tossed her a sardonic glare, which genie replied with a bright and mocking smile. "psychometrey. no one knows what it is, so it goes undetected more often then not. let me explain a little bit more. you see, all these objects in this room?" she ran a hand along the desk and the chair in example. "they all have a history. you have one too, and i do, and she does." she pointed at her mother. "and certain things, especially ones that are used often or are connected to a very strong emotion - usually fear, pain, extreme happiness, the sort - remember their histories. an object has short term memory, we will say, for the sake of explanations. like someone who has gotten into a car crash and they can't remember everything that's happened to them. then there are the objects that remember every detail, like you, sir. living things are always easier to read off of, because they aren't hazy. then there are the ones whose memories are only half-formed, like a pencil, a piece of paper, ecetra. psychometrics can touch it, expand their minds to encompass that objects memory, and read from it. in simpler terms, if i touched you right now, i could tell you everything from your memory that you remember, pull them right out of your had like a file. the older something is, the shorter and smaller amount of memories i can read off them. to reach beyond that person's 'file' takes a great deal of energy that's dangerous to expel. in other words, it is possible for me to tell you what you felt while you were inside the birth canal. but why the fuck would i want to know that?" her mother cleared her throat at the expletive, but genie ignored it and continued her explanation. "as for inanimate objects, the more emotion that was given off, those are usually things such as jewelry, diaries, and say a baby's blanket, that i can read as clear as a book. other things are more difficult. do you feel anything while sorting paper?
see, that's how it works. i hope i didn't loose you, it's really quite a hard concept to grasp for a tiny brain." the gum popped once more and genie ran her tongue along her lips. "now how i figured out about this power, it's a very interesting story. you see, my mother - my birth mother - left a medallion to my foster mother." she motioned absently to the dark haired woman beside her. "and i was six when i began searching for things to connect me to the family. we all wonder in the back of our mind whether or not we're adopted, right? well i so more then most. why? well, first off, i'm the only girl. not a biggie, but i'm also the only red head, the only blue eyes, the only person in the family under six feet. they all have the tall gene. added together, it made me curious, so i began to search, to assure myself i was just the black sheep of the family. unfortunately, i stumbled across this beautiful, shining, gold medallion that had been given along with me, i touched it, and next thing i know, i'm reliving my mother's nightmare the night she gave me up. it was all very interesting to a six year old who had no idea what was going on." the girl leaned back and smiled. she seemed quite pleased with her explanation as she turned her head to look at the dark haired woman beside her. "but she knew right away. you even called me a freak that night, right?" genie arched an eyebrow, but no reply came. satisfied, she turned to face the principal once more, the bored expression returning to her blue eyes.
»Finally, his eyes opened groggily. However, he wasn't much warmer. He yawned loudly and largely as he looked over your paper. With eyes watery and face red he continued, "I see why we would have invited you. Let's see..ah yes. Mind telling a bit about your family and where you're from?"
genie sighed and took a breath, beginning to speak once more. "i don't know much about my birth parents. i grew up in a foster home with katherine marie-anne joseph-porter-walsh. her name is a mouthful. anyway. she's right here." the red head paused and motioned to the stoic, emotionless woman sitting beside her. "my foster father died a few years after i joined the family, but i don't remember him well. growing up was easy. school was easy. everything was mediocre and boring, until that one incident of course. afterwards, my foster siblings were terrified of touching me because they were scared i'd see all their dirty little secrets. i had one friend growing up. she was like a sister to me. i miss her." for the first time, sadness enters the girl's eyes, then that devious smile of hers is back on her lips and she's back to the faked emotional state as before. "anyway. not much to tell. it was a really boring life, really. my foster siblings were tilly, jason, henry, and little timmy. the end."
»While you were talking, the principal had made himself comfortable by leaning back in his chair and intertwining his fingers. "Hmpf. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans in the future? Outside of AMG?
apparently offended by the question, katherine begins to lean forward, but genie crosses her arms, narrows her eyes thoughtfully, and cuts her off before she can speak. "i want to go to school and major in photography. i love taking photographs. it's fun for me. i want to move to france. when we were there, although briefly, it was beautiful." she pauses and grins. "either that or maybe i'll go on a show to be one of those fancy witches. what are they called? ah, i can't remember it! but i'd make a fortune off being able to tell people everything that's happened to them from age 10 and up. i'd be popular and it'd be great." another pause, as if she is actually considering the career choice, then she smiles once more. "i'm just joking, of course. photography it is."
»He looks much more interested now, rather awake and in a slightly better mood. "Tell me, do you have any hobbies?" he inquired, creating soft jazz hands at the word 'hobbies' as if to mock it. "You're aware that it may be difficult to continue these on the island, as you may not leave outside of break?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"well to begin." genie said, her eyes now narrowed in challenge. "not allowing kids to leave besides break is disgusting." before the principal could reply, she is speaking again, this time in a much lighter tone. "well, let's see. i love to write and tell stories." she chose not to tell those 'stories' were often her excuses for teachers for the reason she wasn't in class when the classes started. "but my favorite would be photography. i like to capture memories. it's definitely one of my favorite hobbies, but i think that's a very common word for such a thing. it's more of a passion." genie nodded, as if agreeing with the word. "yeah, passion is much more fitting. i like to be behind the camera rather then in it. what about you, sir?" the last sentence was more of a sarcastic remark then anything else, as she leans forward with faked interest on her face, knowing full well her question would be ignored.
»The principal crossed his fat arms and leaned on his desk. In a much more serious tone, he asked, "Be honest, child. How do you feel about all of this...supernatural stuff?" his shoulders shrugged as he said it.
"i have no set opinion for 'this supernatural stuff' as you put it." she pauses and shakes her head. "i don't like the rumors going around about how it got started and whatnot, but i really ought to say, i believe it's good. like evolution, you know? it's bettering mankind, making us stronger and less susceptible to attacks, diseases, ecetra. i would never call it a bad thing except in a few situations i can think of where it would be terrifying. of course, people who don't have the ability certainly will never understand it."
»He leaned back on the chair that squeaked under his weight. "I see. Personally, I have mixed feelings. Anyway, we're finished now." The Principal grunted loudly as he got up to shake your hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, do you have any questions for AMG?" he added, as he let go of your hand and buzzed the receptionist to lead you out.
genie raises from her position gracefully, smiles, and salutes him mockingly. "nope. thanks for your oh-so-wonderful time, sir." she walks away, her hips swinging as she does.
the girl seated behind the principals desk with her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face could only be described as unimpressive. her stature was slumped, a large circle of bubble gum exploded from her mouth in a precarious bubble, and her blue eyes flickered emotionlessly as she stared at the bald and bent head of the man in front of her. she was, at least, more impressive then him, she thought, popping her gum and licking her lips. "my name is genevieve. i haven't answered to that in years, though, so there's no use using it." she leaned back in the seat and tilted her head to stare at the ceiling. "genie anne walsh. nice to meet you principal sir." that earned her a stoic glare from the proper, dark-haired woman, who was obviously her mother, sitting beside her. genie shifted and straightened with an irritable sigh. "i'm sixteen, a junior. young, i know, but." she paused and shrugged, popped her gum, then continued. "my birthday is november 13th, i'm a scorpio, my favorite planet is saturn, my favorite color is blue, and i speak three languages. is that good enough?" another stern glare. she grinned and flicked her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward. there was a challenge in her eyes. "i don't have a disorder, but i don't fit into schools well, y'know? i've been expelled five times." she shrugged, as if it were no big deal. "it's really annoying when no one understands what you are." she finished with a nod, popping her gum once more, much to the irritation of the adults, and leaning back, crossing her legs with a flourish.
»With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, threw his glasses on the desk and ran his chubby fingers through thinning, greasy hair. He pinched the nose of his bridge and closed his eyes tightly as he said, "You know about the truth of this place. Now, I didn't invite you personally, my staff did. So please, give me a run down of your power." With his eyes still shut, the principal gestured with one arm toward you to begin.
genie, who when she had first entered the room had been both unimpressive and emotionless, suddenly grinned deviously. she cleared her throat, leaned back in the chair, and flashed the principal a grin that spelled trouble with capital letters. "my power? oh, well, that's easy. how i figured it out is rather unfortunate. to begin, what it is, so i don't confuse you too much, sir." her mother tossed her a sardonic glare, which genie replied with a bright and mocking smile. "psychometrey. no one knows what it is, so it goes undetected more often then not. let me explain a little bit more. you see, all these objects in this room?" she ran a hand along the desk and the chair in example. "they all have a history. you have one too, and i do, and she does." she pointed at her mother. "and certain things, especially ones that are used often or are connected to a very strong emotion - usually fear, pain, extreme happiness, the sort - remember their histories. an object has short term memory, we will say, for the sake of explanations. like someone who has gotten into a car crash and they can't remember everything that's happened to them. then there are the objects that remember every detail, like you, sir. living things are always easier to read off of, because they aren't hazy. then there are the ones whose memories are only half-formed, like a pencil, a piece of paper, ecetra. psychometrics can touch it, expand their minds to encompass that objects memory, and read from it. in simpler terms, if i touched you right now, i could tell you everything from your memory that you remember, pull them right out of your had like a file. the older something is, the shorter and smaller amount of memories i can read off them. to reach beyond that person's 'file' takes a great deal of energy that's dangerous to expel. in other words, it is possible for me to tell you what you felt while you were inside the birth canal. but why the fuck would i want to know that?" her mother cleared her throat at the expletive, but genie ignored it and continued her explanation. "as for inanimate objects, the more emotion that was given off, those are usually things such as jewelry, diaries, and say a baby's blanket, that i can read as clear as a book. other things are more difficult. do you feel anything while sorting paper?
see, that's how it works. i hope i didn't loose you, it's really quite a hard concept to grasp for a tiny brain." the gum popped once more and genie ran her tongue along her lips. "now how i figured out about this power, it's a very interesting story. you see, my mother - my birth mother - left a medallion to my foster mother." she motioned absently to the dark haired woman beside her. "and i was six when i began searching for things to connect me to the family. we all wonder in the back of our mind whether or not we're adopted, right? well i so more then most. why? well, first off, i'm the only girl. not a biggie, but i'm also the only red head, the only blue eyes, the only person in the family under six feet. they all have the tall gene. added together, it made me curious, so i began to search, to assure myself i was just the black sheep of the family. unfortunately, i stumbled across this beautiful, shining, gold medallion that had been given along with me, i touched it, and next thing i know, i'm reliving my mother's nightmare the night she gave me up. it was all very interesting to a six year old who had no idea what was going on." the girl leaned back and smiled. she seemed quite pleased with her explanation as she turned her head to look at the dark haired woman beside her. "but she knew right away. you even called me a freak that night, right?" genie arched an eyebrow, but no reply came. satisfied, she turned to face the principal once more, the bored expression returning to her blue eyes.
»Finally, his eyes opened groggily. However, he wasn't much warmer. He yawned loudly and largely as he looked over your paper. With eyes watery and face red he continued, "I see why we would have invited you. Let's see..ah yes. Mind telling a bit about your family and where you're from?"
genie sighed and took a breath, beginning to speak once more. "i don't know much about my birth parents. i grew up in a foster home with katherine marie-anne joseph-porter-walsh. her name is a mouthful. anyway. she's right here." the red head paused and motioned to the stoic, emotionless woman sitting beside her. "my foster father died a few years after i joined the family, but i don't remember him well. growing up was easy. school was easy. everything was mediocre and boring, until that one incident of course. afterwards, my foster siblings were terrified of touching me because they were scared i'd see all their dirty little secrets. i had one friend growing up. she was like a sister to me. i miss her." for the first time, sadness enters the girl's eyes, then that devious smile of hers is back on her lips and she's back to the faked emotional state as before. "anyway. not much to tell. it was a really boring life, really. my foster siblings were tilly, jason, henry, and little timmy. the end."
»While you were talking, the principal had made himself comfortable by leaning back in his chair and intertwining his fingers. "Hmpf. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans in the future? Outside of AMG?
apparently offended by the question, katherine begins to lean forward, but genie crosses her arms, narrows her eyes thoughtfully, and cuts her off before she can speak. "i want to go to school and major in photography. i love taking photographs. it's fun for me. i want to move to france. when we were there, although briefly, it was beautiful." she pauses and grins. "either that or maybe i'll go on a show to be one of those fancy witches. what are they called? ah, i can't remember it! but i'd make a fortune off being able to tell people everything that's happened to them from age 10 and up. i'd be popular and it'd be great." another pause, as if she is actually considering the career choice, then she smiles once more. "i'm just joking, of course. photography it is."
»He looks much more interested now, rather awake and in a slightly better mood. "Tell me, do you have any hobbies?" he inquired, creating soft jazz hands at the word 'hobbies' as if to mock it. "You're aware that it may be difficult to continue these on the island, as you may not leave outside of break?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"well to begin." genie said, her eyes now narrowed in challenge. "not allowing kids to leave besides break is disgusting." before the principal could reply, she is speaking again, this time in a much lighter tone. "well, let's see. i love to write and tell stories." she chose not to tell those 'stories' were often her excuses for teachers for the reason she wasn't in class when the classes started. "but my favorite would be photography. i like to capture memories. it's definitely one of my favorite hobbies, but i think that's a very common word for such a thing. it's more of a passion." genie nodded, as if agreeing with the word. "yeah, passion is much more fitting. i like to be behind the camera rather then in it. what about you, sir?" the last sentence was more of a sarcastic remark then anything else, as she leans forward with faked interest on her face, knowing full well her question would be ignored.
»The principal crossed his fat arms and leaned on his desk. In a much more serious tone, he asked, "Be honest, child. How do you feel about all of this...supernatural stuff?" his shoulders shrugged as he said it.
"i have no set opinion for 'this supernatural stuff' as you put it." she pauses and shakes her head. "i don't like the rumors going around about how it got started and whatnot, but i really ought to say, i believe it's good. like evolution, you know? it's bettering mankind, making us stronger and less susceptible to attacks, diseases, ecetra. i would never call it a bad thing except in a few situations i can think of where it would be terrifying. of course, people who don't have the ability certainly will never understand it."
»He leaned back on the chair that squeaked under his weight. "I see. Personally, I have mixed feelings. Anyway, we're finished now." The Principal grunted loudly as he got up to shake your hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, do you have any questions for AMG?" he added, as he let go of your hand and buzzed the receptionist to lead you out.
genie raises from her position gracefully, smiles, and salutes him mockingly. "nope. thanks for your oh-so-wonderful time, sir." she walks away, her hips swinging as she does.
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