Post by WREN RYDER ANDERSON on Dec 21, 2011 20:35:59 GMT -5
Wren Ryder Anderson • Sophomore • Male • Heterosexual
»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 blonde ran a hand through his hair nervously, a polite smile on his face. "Uhh... Right.. My name's Wren Anderson. You know, like the bird? Ahah." Awkward pause. "Anyways, I'm a sophomore or, at least, I'm going to be one. I'm fifteen years old." He glanced over the old man and frowned, noticing the bored look of the principal. "Uhh... That's it, I guess."
»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.
The boy sat up straight when the man mentioned his powers. "I can control fire." He mentioned it casually, as if it was something everyone else in the world can do. "Normally, I can set myself on fire. You know, like, completely? I can also control the fire I create, but the longer I use my abilities, the more exhausted I get. Same with how hot I want my flames to be." He ran a hand through his hair again, frowning. "Watch." He held one of his hands up and concentrated, watching as his hand ignited on fire and disappeared just as quickly as it had come. Glancing at the principal, the boy frowned when he saw the man's eyes closed. "Or not.."
"Anyways, my power started showing when I was six? seven? One of those ages. I don't remember. My mom said that when I was just a kid, she was with me in the kitchen while she cooked. I was in the table, drawing and out of nowhere, the paper I was drawing on lit on fire, along with my hands." He played with his hands, obviously not comfortable talking about the creation of his power. "Ever since then, I've been hiding my powers. The only ones that know about it is my mom and my sister... And I guess, you guys too."
»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?"
He glanced around the room nervously and sighed. "I was born and raised in Louisiana. I lived there from birth till the age of two. Yeah, long time. Huh? After that, we moved to Los Angeles, so my older sister could take on her acting career. She did great but instead of acting, she settled for modelling. Life was great, ya know? Both my parents worked well and my sister brought in great money. Things were going fine. Until the night I found out about my powers." His smile disappeared from his face. Instead, a frown replaced the once gleeful smile on the boy's face. "My dad... Wasn't very supportive. He wanted me out of the house, immediately. My mom and my sister stood by me. We left my dad and moved to New York. Why? My sister was offered plenty modeling jobs there and my mom worked her way up the company she was working for. My mom ended up vice president of marketing in the company and my sister was famous... And there was me, the black sheep of the family."
"I attended some rich kid prep school and life was great, for the time being. When I reached eighth grade, me and my mom moved to Castles. My mom retired happily and my sister stayed in New York to continue her career. She visits us a lot, so no harm there. We stayed low key, my mom enrolled me to a public school. I tried controlling my powers but it got out of hand once. It was last month; there was this big kid that was trying to steal my money. I sort of lost it. My whole body ignited on fire and I burned the boy… I had to come up with an excuse for that. Ahah. They believed me when I said it was some freak fire though. That's the only interesting story about me, I guess.”
»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?
The boy straightened up in his chair and thought about the question for a moment. "Well, I'd surely want to master my powers." His fingers ignited into flames and he stared at it, watching the fire intently before it simmered away. "Otherwise, I want to be an author. That, or a reporter and live in New York with my sister.. Simple life."
He paused for a moment before shaking his head, "Actually, I wanna move back to California. Find my father. You know, the one that we left behind and tell him everything. Everything he missed in life and how happy me, my sister, and my mom are without him. Of course, if I manage to calm myself enough to have a decent conversation with him and if he's still alive."
»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.
"My hobbies? I love to write. Whether it be fiction or fact, writing is probably the best I'm at. I also like drawing and visiting other places but writing all the way." He listened to the man talk and frowned, shaking his head. "Sure, you can stop me from visiting places but you can't stop me from drawing or writing. Come on, a school full of powers? Now, that could make a good story." The boy grinned, nodding to himself as he talked.
»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.
"How do I feel about our powers?" He raised both eyebrows at the question, not expecting a question like this to be asked and shrugged. "It's weird, I guess. I mean, sure. It's cool in comic books and tv and stories but I honestly don't know. Having powers is more like a burden to me. Knowing that you have the very ability to hurt other people? Eh. It's also a bit cool, I guess. Seeing all these other people with powers."
»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.
"Nice meeting you too. Not really. Peace. "
The blonde ran a hand through his hair nervously, a polite smile on his face. "Uhh... Right.. My name's Wren Anderson. You know, like the bird? Ahah." Awkward pause. "Anyways, I'm a sophomore or, at least, I'm going to be one. I'm fifteen years old." He glanced over the old man and frowned, noticing the bored look of the principal. "Uhh... That's it, I guess."
»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.
The boy sat up straight when the man mentioned his powers. "I can control fire." He mentioned it casually, as if it was something everyone else in the world can do. "Normally, I can set myself on fire. You know, like, completely? I can also control the fire I create, but the longer I use my abilities, the more exhausted I get. Same with how hot I want my flames to be." He ran a hand through his hair again, frowning. "Watch." He held one of his hands up and concentrated, watching as his hand ignited on fire and disappeared just as quickly as it had come. Glancing at the principal, the boy frowned when he saw the man's eyes closed. "Or not.."
"Anyways, my power started showing when I was six? seven? One of those ages. I don't remember. My mom said that when I was just a kid, she was with me in the kitchen while she cooked. I was in the table, drawing and out of nowhere, the paper I was drawing on lit on fire, along with my hands." He played with his hands, obviously not comfortable talking about the creation of his power. "Ever since then, I've been hiding my powers. The only ones that know about it is my mom and my sister... And I guess, you guys too."
»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?"
He glanced around the room nervously and sighed. "I was born and raised in Louisiana. I lived there from birth till the age of two. Yeah, long time. Huh? After that, we moved to Los Angeles, so my older sister could take on her acting career. She did great but instead of acting, she settled for modelling. Life was great, ya know? Both my parents worked well and my sister brought in great money. Things were going fine. Until the night I found out about my powers." His smile disappeared from his face. Instead, a frown replaced the once gleeful smile on the boy's face. "My dad... Wasn't very supportive. He wanted me out of the house, immediately. My mom and my sister stood by me. We left my dad and moved to New York. Why? My sister was offered plenty modeling jobs there and my mom worked her way up the company she was working for. My mom ended up vice president of marketing in the company and my sister was famous... And there was me, the black sheep of the family."
"I attended some rich kid prep school and life was great, for the time being. When I reached eighth grade, me and my mom moved to Castles. My mom retired happily and my sister stayed in New York to continue her career. She visits us a lot, so no harm there. We stayed low key, my mom enrolled me to a public school. I tried controlling my powers but it got out of hand once. It was last month; there was this big kid that was trying to steal my money. I sort of lost it. My whole body ignited on fire and I burned the boy… I had to come up with an excuse for that. Ahah. They believed me when I said it was some freak fire though. That's the only interesting story about me, I guess.”
»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?
The boy straightened up in his chair and thought about the question for a moment. "Well, I'd surely want to master my powers." His fingers ignited into flames and he stared at it, watching the fire intently before it simmered away. "Otherwise, I want to be an author. That, or a reporter and live in New York with my sister.. Simple life."
He paused for a moment before shaking his head, "Actually, I wanna move back to California. Find my father. You know, the one that we left behind and tell him everything. Everything he missed in life and how happy me, my sister, and my mom are without him. Of course, if I manage to calm myself enough to have a decent conversation with him and if he's still alive."
»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.
"My hobbies? I love to write. Whether it be fiction or fact, writing is probably the best I'm at. I also like drawing and visiting other places but writing all the way." He listened to the man talk and frowned, shaking his head. "Sure, you can stop me from visiting places but you can't stop me from drawing or writing. Come on, a school full of powers? Now, that could make a good story." The boy grinned, nodding to himself as he talked.
»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.
"How do I feel about our powers?" He raised both eyebrows at the question, not expecting a question like this to be asked and shrugged. "It's weird, I guess. I mean, sure. It's cool in comic books and tv and stories but I honestly don't know. Having powers is more like a burden to me. Knowing that you have the very ability to hurt other people? Eh. It's also a bit cool, I guess. Seeing all these other people with powers."
»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.
"Nice meeting you too. Not really. Peace. "
CRAY • 15 • FEMALE
