Post by ACE DANIAL STYX on Dec 23, 2011 20:52:54 GMT -5
Ace Danial Styx • Junior • Male • 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.
Ace glanced up at the principal, almost as disinterested as the principal seemed “The names Ace, Ace Danial Styx, but you already knew that, it’s on the paper” His southern accent made him stick out, especially since he didn’t really look like a southern boy. “I’m Seventeen years old, have been since October twenty second, that’s n the paper to.” Now Ace was bored, slouching back in his chair “I’m a junior, was at my last school, most likely will be here as well.” With a sigh, he adjusted his glasses and shifted in his seat. “My pa had some anger issues, my ma says I’m not like him, but I have a temper.... you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me.” With that... he smirked.
»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.
“Oh you’re gonna get a kick out of this.” Ace said sarcastically. He pulled a very small object from his pocket, it didn’t look like much, at least, until he flicked his wrist and it turned into a switch blade. “Yeah, ma doesn’t like when I do this much either, freaked her right out when I started, you know, practisin’” Ace ran the knife gently along his palm, and let the blood seep out, there was very little in his hand, but with concentration he made it float, move around, and tease the principal. “Not to worry though, I can only do this with my blood. You and your students are safe from the big bad ace.” He was obviously mocking himself, but he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his voice. “Basic is I can control ym blood, move it around, turn it sharp and solid and into a knife, or make it stop, you know, flowing.” He said, and with each action he listed, the blood that flowed from his hand acted upon it. “It also means that i can last a hell of a lot longer in a fight than most guys.” He said, a play of a smile on his lips “and when I’m done, it heals itself up, you see?” he said, as the blood returned to the wound, and it closed, seamlessly, leaving only a simple fading scar in it’s place.
»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?"
Ace was silent for a moment, extremely silent his eyes wandered to the window and stayed there as he finally began to speak “my family, if you could call them that, is a mess. My pa’s not in the picture anymore, he left after my.... ability... came into light. Funny though, you know, I got it from his side, not my ma’s.” Laughs bitterly as he looks the principle in the eye “My ma isn’t really here either, she stayed in Texas. She couldn’t handle having a kid with a gift... hell she couldn’t handle me before my gift, and now? Heh, she was happy to be rid of me.” He looked downcast as he said this, knowing he was lying to the man before him. His mom didn’t even know he was gone, he just didn’t plan on letting anyone know that.
»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?
“Maybe music? I like to sing, play guitar, you know, all that jazz... but I play football, I’m good at it.” Smirks, knowing that’s not the norm for someone with his looks. “Yeah, I know, not exactly expecting that were yah? I get that a lot. I was actually varsity back home, didn’t like it much. You know, a kid like me on the team didn’t exactly get captain role.” Shaking his head he grinned at the memory “the best part was the hazing, oh boy. But you know what? I’d rather be on stage singing in front of people, than be some big football star. Seems to me that there’s way more fun in the music industry than in the sports industry”
»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.
“What do you mean I can’t leave?” He was shocked, utterly chocked. He knew he couldn’t see his ma for a long time... but he never thought he’d never see her again. He didn’t even get to say goodbye. “Ah, well, I play guitar, and I sing, there’s that i guess.” He became glum, distant. “I do some reading, play football, you know that... I have a thing for tattoos I guess that could be a hobby, I design them really.” His eyes wander back to the window as he slumps in his chair “Fighting’s another, like I said... I got my pa’s temper. That’s pretty much it, I guess... sorry, still soaking in that I can’t leave to go party with the buds back home.” In honesty, he was thinking of his mom... he could care less about his old friends.
»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.
Ace chuckled and gave the principal a very cold look “We’re monsters is what we are, but we’re better than any human being on this planet, we could take over the god damn world if we wanted to, but instead we’re just swallowing whatever pretty pill the gov gives us, damn, maybe I should start and uprising.” Realizing what he said he grinned “it was a joke” or was 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.
“Yeah, one, are you gonna get better chairs for this office? This one’s braking my back” Sarcasm intended
Ace glanced up at the principal, almost as disinterested as the principal seemed “The names Ace, Ace Danial Styx, but you already knew that, it’s on the paper” His southern accent made him stick out, especially since he didn’t really look like a southern boy. “I’m Seventeen years old, have been since October twenty second, that’s n the paper to.” Now Ace was bored, slouching back in his chair “I’m a junior, was at my last school, most likely will be here as well.” With a sigh, he adjusted his glasses and shifted in his seat. “My pa had some anger issues, my ma says I’m not like him, but I have a temper.... you’ll probably be seeing a lot of me.” With that... he smirked.
»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.
“Oh you’re gonna get a kick out of this.” Ace said sarcastically. He pulled a very small object from his pocket, it didn’t look like much, at least, until he flicked his wrist and it turned into a switch blade. “Yeah, ma doesn’t like when I do this much either, freaked her right out when I started, you know, practisin’” Ace ran the knife gently along his palm, and let the blood seep out, there was very little in his hand, but with concentration he made it float, move around, and tease the principal. “Not to worry though, I can only do this with my blood. You and your students are safe from the big bad ace.” He was obviously mocking himself, but he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his voice. “Basic is I can control ym blood, move it around, turn it sharp and solid and into a knife, or make it stop, you know, flowing.” He said, and with each action he listed, the blood that flowed from his hand acted upon it. “It also means that i can last a hell of a lot longer in a fight than most guys.” He said, a play of a smile on his lips “and when I’m done, it heals itself up, you see?” he said, as the blood returned to the wound, and it closed, seamlessly, leaving only a simple fading scar in it’s place.
»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?"
Ace was silent for a moment, extremely silent his eyes wandered to the window and stayed there as he finally began to speak “my family, if you could call them that, is a mess. My pa’s not in the picture anymore, he left after my.... ability... came into light. Funny though, you know, I got it from his side, not my ma’s.” Laughs bitterly as he looks the principle in the eye “My ma isn’t really here either, she stayed in Texas. She couldn’t handle having a kid with a gift... hell she couldn’t handle me before my gift, and now? Heh, she was happy to be rid of me.” He looked downcast as he said this, knowing he was lying to the man before him. His mom didn’t even know he was gone, he just didn’t plan on letting anyone know that.
»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?
“Maybe music? I like to sing, play guitar, you know, all that jazz... but I play football, I’m good at it.” Smirks, knowing that’s not the norm for someone with his looks. “Yeah, I know, not exactly expecting that were yah? I get that a lot. I was actually varsity back home, didn’t like it much. You know, a kid like me on the team didn’t exactly get captain role.” Shaking his head he grinned at the memory “the best part was the hazing, oh boy. But you know what? I’d rather be on stage singing in front of people, than be some big football star. Seems to me that there’s way more fun in the music industry than in the sports industry”
»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.
“What do you mean I can’t leave?” He was shocked, utterly chocked. He knew he couldn’t see his ma for a long time... but he never thought he’d never see her again. He didn’t even get to say goodbye. “Ah, well, I play guitar, and I sing, there’s that i guess.” He became glum, distant. “I do some reading, play football, you know that... I have a thing for tattoos I guess that could be a hobby, I design them really.” His eyes wander back to the window as he slumps in his chair “Fighting’s another, like I said... I got my pa’s temper. That’s pretty much it, I guess... sorry, still soaking in that I can’t leave to go party with the buds back home.” In honesty, he was thinking of his mom... he could care less about his old friends.
»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.
Ace chuckled and gave the principal a very cold look “We’re monsters is what we are, but we’re better than any human being on this planet, we could take over the god damn world if we wanted to, but instead we’re just swallowing whatever pretty pill the gov gives us, damn, maybe I should start and uprising.” Realizing what he said he grinned “it was a joke” or was 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.
“Yeah, one, are you gonna get better chairs for this office? This one’s braking my back” Sarcasm intended
KARMA • SIXTEEN • FEMALE
