Post by NOAH MAY BLACKTHORN on Dec 20, 2011 8:25:58 GMT -5
Noah May Blackthorn • Sophomore • Female • Bisexual
»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.
Noah crossed one leg over the other, her hands resting on her lap. “Well, my full name is Noah May Blackthorn, I'm sixteen years old, and I’m a sophomore. There's nothing really wrong with me, apart from the fact I suffer from an eating disorder but it has been pushed down and it isn't really a problem at the moment.” Noah shifted uncomfortably in her seat having spoken of her eating disorder, it was a private thing to her and she didn’t like to tell people especially since she could relapse at any moment.
»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.
Noah could tell that the principal wasn’t comfortable so she leaned forward slightly and spoke in a softer voice than before taking her time to explain in the easiest way. “My power is telepathy, I can hear others thoughts and mentally communicate with others. I first discovered my power when I was about six, I was sitting in the living room and suddenly I heard voices. The only other person in the house was my mum and she was sitting next to me with her mouth closed. The voices stopped after a little while and then it started coming and going until it finally stayed when I was eleven. I didn't tell anyone about it because I thought they would label me insane so I kept it a secret. In school I would hear others thoughts and sometimes they would be about me so I would get very self-conscious and that is how my eating disorder developed. I told my mother about it and thankfully she didn't react very badly. When I was fifteen she took me to a specialist who knew about these things and he told me about how this was a reaction from past government experiments and that he had been seeing a lot like this lately. I learnt to live with it and about one year on I got sent here.” Noah ran a hand through her hair, she had just explained how her eating disorder was triggered to someone she had only just met.
»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?"
Noah took a deep breath before beginning with her family. “My dad died a few months before I was born, he had terminal cancer, so I never met him but my mum said he was an amazing man. My mother, Delilah Blackthorn, has looked after me since I was born. The rest of the family don’t want anything to do with us so it’s just me and her. As a child I was mischievous, adventurous a bit rambunctious. I didn’t have many friends as a kid so I made my own entertainment. I would climb trees and sit in them for hours until it got dark and I would have to get down. As I grew up I just stayed to myself a lot of the time. Yes, I made friends but we weren’t close and they were really just there to hang out with. Of course me hearing others thoughts began to affect me and started up my eating disorder, so my mum decided to home school me. That’s pretty much my childhood. I’m from Dallas, Texas. Which is where my mum is now and that is where I was born.” Noah trailed off since she had nothing more to add about her family and her child hood. The rest of the family was cut off for a reason, the reason being that Noah’s uncle would hurt the child when no one was around. When her mother found out she cut everyone else off, scared that her child would be harmed. Noah rubbed her hands together, feeling the scars on her palms from when she was young.
»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?
Noah genuinely smiled at the man, she understood that the situation must not be easy for him since from first impression he shows to see everything in black and white. “I hope very much so” Noah did hope that she would fit in. It would help her self-esteem a lot if she could finally not be such an outcast. “My plans for the future, I’m not completely certain. I like new opportunities. And I take risks a lot; I think I will either be a fashion designer or maybe a singer. If all else fails then I would love to be a teacher.” Noah loved music; she felt that it flowed through her. When she sang, the world didn’t seem so terrible and unwelcoming.
»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.
Noah returned from her thoughts as she nodded and smiled. “Well music is a big hobby of mine. Drawing and designing is another. I can’t imagine that they would be extremely hard to do on this island.” Noah would never give up her hobbies; they were like oxygen to her.
»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.
Noah shifted in her chair moving closer to the large man. “Well, everything must happen for a reason. The reason why might be unknown for now but in the end we will figure it out. And until then I feel that this power is a part of me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Noah sat back, satisfied with her answer.
»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.
Noah delicately shook the man’s hand with a smile on her face. “Not at all, I think I know enough for now, I just hope that this was enough to get in.” Noah left the place her feet moving quickly.
Noah crossed one leg over the other, her hands resting on her lap. “Well, my full name is Noah May Blackthorn, I'm sixteen years old, and I’m a sophomore. There's nothing really wrong with me, apart from the fact I suffer from an eating disorder but it has been pushed down and it isn't really a problem at the moment.” Noah shifted uncomfortably in her seat having spoken of her eating disorder, it was a private thing to her and she didn’t like to tell people especially since she could relapse at any moment.
»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.
Noah could tell that the principal wasn’t comfortable so she leaned forward slightly and spoke in a softer voice than before taking her time to explain in the easiest way. “My power is telepathy, I can hear others thoughts and mentally communicate with others. I first discovered my power when I was about six, I was sitting in the living room and suddenly I heard voices. The only other person in the house was my mum and she was sitting next to me with her mouth closed. The voices stopped after a little while and then it started coming and going until it finally stayed when I was eleven. I didn't tell anyone about it because I thought they would label me insane so I kept it a secret. In school I would hear others thoughts and sometimes they would be about me so I would get very self-conscious and that is how my eating disorder developed. I told my mother about it and thankfully she didn't react very badly. When I was fifteen she took me to a specialist who knew about these things and he told me about how this was a reaction from past government experiments and that he had been seeing a lot like this lately. I learnt to live with it and about one year on I got sent here.” Noah ran a hand through her hair, she had just explained how her eating disorder was triggered to someone she had only just met.
»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?"
Noah took a deep breath before beginning with her family. “My dad died a few months before I was born, he had terminal cancer, so I never met him but my mum said he was an amazing man. My mother, Delilah Blackthorn, has looked after me since I was born. The rest of the family don’t want anything to do with us so it’s just me and her. As a child I was mischievous, adventurous a bit rambunctious. I didn’t have many friends as a kid so I made my own entertainment. I would climb trees and sit in them for hours until it got dark and I would have to get down. As I grew up I just stayed to myself a lot of the time. Yes, I made friends but we weren’t close and they were really just there to hang out with. Of course me hearing others thoughts began to affect me and started up my eating disorder, so my mum decided to home school me. That’s pretty much my childhood. I’m from Dallas, Texas. Which is where my mum is now and that is where I was born.” Noah trailed off since she had nothing more to add about her family and her child hood. The rest of the family was cut off for a reason, the reason being that Noah’s uncle would hurt the child when no one was around. When her mother found out she cut everyone else off, scared that her child would be harmed. Noah rubbed her hands together, feeling the scars on her palms from when she was young.
»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?
Noah genuinely smiled at the man, she understood that the situation must not be easy for him since from first impression he shows to see everything in black and white. “I hope very much so” Noah did hope that she would fit in. It would help her self-esteem a lot if she could finally not be such an outcast. “My plans for the future, I’m not completely certain. I like new opportunities. And I take risks a lot; I think I will either be a fashion designer or maybe a singer. If all else fails then I would love to be a teacher.” Noah loved music; she felt that it flowed through her. When she sang, the world didn’t seem so terrible and unwelcoming.
»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.
Noah returned from her thoughts as she nodded and smiled. “Well music is a big hobby of mine. Drawing and designing is another. I can’t imagine that they would be extremely hard to do on this island.” Noah would never give up her hobbies; they were like oxygen to her.
»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.
Noah shifted in her chair moving closer to the large man. “Well, everything must happen for a reason. The reason why might be unknown for now but in the end we will figure it out. And until then I feel that this power is a part of me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Noah sat back, satisfied with her answer.
»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.
Noah delicately shook the man’s hand with a smile on her face. “Not at all, I think I know enough for now, I just hope that this was enough to get in.” Noah left the place her feet moving quickly.
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