Post by SAMUEL JAMES KINGSTON on Dec 24, 2011 3:22:08 GMT -5
Samuel James Kingston • Teacher • 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 man sat, one leg crossed over the other in a 'gentlemanly' fashion, finishing off the 99 cent bag of chips he'd brought to the interview in hopes of making it go by a little less painfully. "Let's begain, shall we?" The raspy voice of the principal startled him as he tilted the bag over to get the crumbs that collected at the corners. "Ah, ye-" He pounded at his chest. The crumbs had decided to make their way down the 'wrong throat' and make themselves at home. After he'd evicted them, he brushed the leftover crumbs from his suit. "Now then," He began. "My name is Samuel James Kingston. I was born November 6th, 1971. That makes me exactly 40 years old." He scratched at his jaw, thinking of anything else important. "Mmm, oh yes. I'm here in hopes of being a teacher." Samuel smiled, one of his fake smiles, licking the corners of his mouth making sure there wasn't any food there to make him look like a fool.
»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 bored sigh of the man bothered him, though Samuel said nothing. Had he said something, there was always the possibility of being thrown out. That wasn't good, he'd have nowhere else to go. Jesus... he felt like a mutant in X-men already. "Well, my power is time travel," Samuel took a deep breath. Better to be prepared with a good supply of oxygen in the event of a story telling. He tended to ramble, given the opportunity. "I've known about the power for some time, going on 32 years now." The principal, eyes still shut, hadn't seemed interested in the least. Samuel wondered if he were still awake... or alive for that matter. With the window open, he took his chance. "I was 8 when I found out, so I suppose you could say I'm rather advanced with this whole thing, but I'm quite certain there's more for me to learn." Taking a momentary pause, he cleared his throat. "I remember when I was little, I was always the kid that got beat up after school. I was on my way home from school one afternoon, I was approached by my bully. Before anything serious could happen, something changed inside of me, it was an excruciating pain, and I just...kind of... came out of my own body. I could see what was happening, but everything was sped up. I was seeing myself being brutally beaten, but I couldn't feel anything. After the boy left, my soul, if you will, went back inside and the pain hit me like a hijacked train. I couldn't move, and my mother had called the police out of worry. I was brought to the hospital with a fracture rib. It's a crappy story, but that was the first time I had actually time traveled. It fascinates me, really."
»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?"
A deep soreness filled his heart as the man asked the question. Family. Ahh, god... his family. Samuel leaned over his legs, rubbing the corners of his eyes, containing the tears that begged to be released. A burning sensation formulated in the back of his throat as he choked back any others that attempted to be created. He let out a nervous sigh and began. "My... I was born in Coconut Creek, Florida and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. I'd rather not talk details about my childhood as it is rather boring. Savin' you the painful details my friend." He clicked his tongue, winking. In a moment of silence, Samuel's eyes drifted across the floor. He blinked, staring aimlessly before speaking again. It was difficult, but as his therapist had taught him- it was better to let it all out than to keep everything bottled in. He released a heavy sigh. "I married at a young age, to a beautiful woman- we had two children, who didn't come along until years later. Marie thought waiting was the best idea, when our money was stable and we had an actual home." He coughed, shrugging off the chills that ran down his spine. "I was 21 when I got married, she was 18. Our kids-" Samuel paused, his body already began to tremble gently. He didn't know this man, this man didn't care about him, yet Sam had the urge to just let go- cry like a little bitch and just... let go. "Our... kids... oh God, our kids. They were angels, James and Olivia. James was 8, Olivia 5. I remember how... everytime- every-goddamn-time I sat down, it didn't matter where in the house they were, they knew. Everytime I sat down on the floor, they'd come running out of where they were and sit on my lap." Samuel smiled, gazing out of the window behind the man, then back down to the floor. "It was a Tuesday night, when... when uh...when they were killed. We were on our way back from Marie's parents' home, a family reunion thing, and- and um... we had an accident. Marie and I had been arguing about something... something just stupid, I can't even remember what is was about. It was probably something I should've just shut my big fat mouth about." He sighed again; a deep, heavy sigh, and continued. "It all happened so quickly... there wasn't much time to react. I... just... lost control of the wheel. In that moment, in that split second- my life was changed forever. Olivia had unbuckled her seatbelt to comfort Marie when we were fighting, so when the crash happened she died instantly. James died a few seconds after, Marie died on our way to the hospital. I was left with a broken collarbone, three fractured ribs and a nasty scar down the left side of my neck. The glass from the windshield. We hit a deer, from what I remember the officials telling me. 78 miles an hour. It's been four years since the day. I tell you... I've been traveling a rather rocky road since then, and I..." Samuel stopped... why bother going on anymore? He'd spilt his life to this man, a man he knew nothing about and cared nothing for- yet he willingly told him nearly all that he'd told his therapist of three years. Sad, really. But it wasn't like the principal would remember, probably just sleep away the story like he hadn't a clue.
»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 sudden urge to choke the cow was incredible. Here he was, spilling his life's tragedy and the man barely flinched. Samuel recollected his cool, sniffing his nose clean of any snot that began to dribble out- if any so happened to make it's way out of his nose, for that matter. "Uhh, well, I had actually planned on being a teacher here for quite some time- so until I'm outta here, my plans for the outside world will have to wait. I'll probably try to start anew, you know? Try and clear my mind, remarry, have another family."
»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.
Samuel cleared his throat, repositioning himself in the uncomfortable chair. "Ahh, well. I don't have many hobbies, really. Never fancied them. My wife had always wanted me to find something, like football, or golf... but it never really piqued my interest. I would've rather sat at home with my family. Now... I pretty much do nothing- nothing but sitting by my lonesome, wasting away my pitiful life." A grin smudged across his face, quite satisfied with his words. Yes. Satisified indeed. Samuel leaned forward in his small chair. "Mmm, I can tell you this, though- alcohol... it's become a grand old friend to me, best friend I've ever had." He winked, resting back.
»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.
"Oh, I absolutely love it." And that was that. All he had to say. Of course he wouldn't mention the fact that every once in a while he'd use his power to travel back and see his family before the incident. Before everything went to shit.
»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.
Samuel stood, shook the man's hand and shook his head. "No, no questions- though I'll certainly remember to ask you if something comes up."
The man sat, one leg crossed over the other in a 'gentlemanly' fashion, finishing off the 99 cent bag of chips he'd brought to the interview in hopes of making it go by a little less painfully. "Let's begain, shall we?" The raspy voice of the principal startled him as he tilted the bag over to get the crumbs that collected at the corners. "Ah, ye-" He pounded at his chest. The crumbs had decided to make their way down the 'wrong throat' and make themselves at home. After he'd evicted them, he brushed the leftover crumbs from his suit. "Now then," He began. "My name is Samuel James Kingston. I was born November 6th, 1971. That makes me exactly 40 years old." He scratched at his jaw, thinking of anything else important. "Mmm, oh yes. I'm here in hopes of being a teacher." Samuel smiled, one of his fake smiles, licking the corners of his mouth making sure there wasn't any food there to make him look like a fool.
»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 bored sigh of the man bothered him, though Samuel said nothing. Had he said something, there was always the possibility of being thrown out. That wasn't good, he'd have nowhere else to go. Jesus... he felt like a mutant in X-men already. "Well, my power is time travel," Samuel took a deep breath. Better to be prepared with a good supply of oxygen in the event of a story telling. He tended to ramble, given the opportunity. "I've known about the power for some time, going on 32 years now." The principal, eyes still shut, hadn't seemed interested in the least. Samuel wondered if he were still awake... or alive for that matter. With the window open, he took his chance. "I was 8 when I found out, so I suppose you could say I'm rather advanced with this whole thing, but I'm quite certain there's more for me to learn." Taking a momentary pause, he cleared his throat. "I remember when I was little, I was always the kid that got beat up after school. I was on my way home from school one afternoon, I was approached by my bully. Before anything serious could happen, something changed inside of me, it was an excruciating pain, and I just...kind of... came out of my own body. I could see what was happening, but everything was sped up. I was seeing myself being brutally beaten, but I couldn't feel anything. After the boy left, my soul, if you will, went back inside and the pain hit me like a hijacked train. I couldn't move, and my mother had called the police out of worry. I was brought to the hospital with a fracture rib. It's a crappy story, but that was the first time I had actually time traveled. It fascinates me, really."
»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?"
A deep soreness filled his heart as the man asked the question. Family. Ahh, god... his family. Samuel leaned over his legs, rubbing the corners of his eyes, containing the tears that begged to be released. A burning sensation formulated in the back of his throat as he choked back any others that attempted to be created. He let out a nervous sigh and began. "My... I was born in Coconut Creek, Florida and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. I'd rather not talk details about my childhood as it is rather boring. Savin' you the painful details my friend." He clicked his tongue, winking. In a moment of silence, Samuel's eyes drifted across the floor. He blinked, staring aimlessly before speaking again. It was difficult, but as his therapist had taught him- it was better to let it all out than to keep everything bottled in. He released a heavy sigh. "I married at a young age, to a beautiful woman- we had two children, who didn't come along until years later. Marie thought waiting was the best idea, when our money was stable and we had an actual home." He coughed, shrugging off the chills that ran down his spine. "I was 21 when I got married, she was 18. Our kids-" Samuel paused, his body already began to tremble gently. He didn't know this man, this man didn't care about him, yet Sam had the urge to just let go- cry like a little bitch and just... let go. "Our... kids... oh God, our kids. They were angels, James and Olivia. James was 8, Olivia 5. I remember how... everytime- every-goddamn-time I sat down, it didn't matter where in the house they were, they knew. Everytime I sat down on the floor, they'd come running out of where they were and sit on my lap." Samuel smiled, gazing out of the window behind the man, then back down to the floor. "It was a Tuesday night, when... when uh...when they were killed. We were on our way back from Marie's parents' home, a family reunion thing, and- and um... we had an accident. Marie and I had been arguing about something... something just stupid, I can't even remember what is was about. It was probably something I should've just shut my big fat mouth about." He sighed again; a deep, heavy sigh, and continued. "It all happened so quickly... there wasn't much time to react. I... just... lost control of the wheel. In that moment, in that split second- my life was changed forever. Olivia had unbuckled her seatbelt to comfort Marie when we were fighting, so when the crash happened she died instantly. James died a few seconds after, Marie died on our way to the hospital. I was left with a broken collarbone, three fractured ribs and a nasty scar down the left side of my neck. The glass from the windshield. We hit a deer, from what I remember the officials telling me. 78 miles an hour. It's been four years since the day. I tell you... I've been traveling a rather rocky road since then, and I..." Samuel stopped... why bother going on anymore? He'd spilt his life to this man, a man he knew nothing about and cared nothing for- yet he willingly told him nearly all that he'd told his therapist of three years. Sad, really. But it wasn't like the principal would remember, probably just sleep away the story like he hadn't a clue.
»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 sudden urge to choke the cow was incredible. Here he was, spilling his life's tragedy and the man barely flinched. Samuel recollected his cool, sniffing his nose clean of any snot that began to dribble out- if any so happened to make it's way out of his nose, for that matter. "Uhh, well, I had actually planned on being a teacher here for quite some time- so until I'm outta here, my plans for the outside world will have to wait. I'll probably try to start anew, you know? Try and clear my mind, remarry, have another family."
»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.
Samuel cleared his throat, repositioning himself in the uncomfortable chair. "Ahh, well. I don't have many hobbies, really. Never fancied them. My wife had always wanted me to find something, like football, or golf... but it never really piqued my interest. I would've rather sat at home with my family. Now... I pretty much do nothing- nothing but sitting by my lonesome, wasting away my pitiful life." A grin smudged across his face, quite satisfied with his words. Yes. Satisified indeed. Samuel leaned forward in his small chair. "Mmm, I can tell you this, though- alcohol... it's become a grand old friend to me, best friend I've ever had." He winked, resting back.
»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.
"Oh, I absolutely love it." And that was that. All he had to say. Of course he wouldn't mention the fact that every once in a while he'd use his power to travel back and see his family before the incident. Before everything went to shit.
»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.
Samuel stood, shook the man's hand and shook his head. "No, no questions- though I'll certainly remember to ask you if something comes up."
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