Post by LUKA NIKOLAJ VRHOVNEK on Nov 19, 2011 2:35:37 GMT -5
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LUKA NIKOLAJ VRHOVNEK • JUNIOR • SEVENTEEN • ANDREJ PEJIC
"even angels have their wicked schemes"
"even angels have their wicked schemes"
"Let's begin, shall we? Tell me about yourself. I want to know everything."
Luka adapted a pose much more suited to his comfort - a leg draped over the other, and his chin resting on the knuckles of one of his thin arms. Looking up from under a carefully deconstructed piece of platinum hair, his blue eyes sparkled with remote interest. "I am Luka Nikolaj Vhrovnek, from Bled, Slovenia," Luka spoke slowly and stately, making sure his interviewer could understand what he was saying through his thick Slovene accent."I was raised there for most of my childhood, but my family has moved around a lot since then. I am seventeen years old, born May 3rd... I am in the eleventh grade, I believe - a junior... I do not know what else to say about myself. I am not very good at explaining myself, I apologize." A slight smirk pulled at Luka's plump lips, mysteriously dancing between the lines of coyness and deception.
"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
Luka knew this question was coming, but even his carefully calculated answers seemed so meaningless at this point. At a loss for words, Luka toyed with the lapel of his navy blazer momentarily until he had gathered his thoughts. "It is hard to explain... It is when I get very angry at someone, I can see into their eyes straight through to their mind. And as I rage, this overwhelming force comes from me... like a burning feeling in the back of my head... and then it pushes itself into their mind... like a blast of anger. But it affects them very negatively. It is nothing visible, or that I can see, but it does significant harm to their mind." Luka's attention turned towards the towering window to his right, staring off into the sunshine as he recalled several perilous events in his life. A vision of shattering glass in the depths of an eye's pupil haunted him. He continued with some difficulty. "I was just a boy when this began. I was a very weak and sickly child. I was picked on a lot by the other children in town and I was viewed as useless by the adults - because we lived in a farming community. I was powerless to physically stand up for myself, until this occurred. The boy had an aneurysm and barely survived." Luka glanced down toward his shoes with a grimace of a smile. "They left me alone eventually."
"Oh yes. I see now why we would have invited you. Tell me please, a bit of background information. What is home life to you?"
"As I have mentioned, I am from a small farming town in Slovenia. Bled is a very beautiful town with lots of tourists. But the local community is very close-knit. My father was a butcher and a taxidermist. His taxidermy was regarded as an art by the town - he was very good. He was a very large strong man, and very respected in town. He was also part of the town council. My mother was a beautiful woman, but she had a difficult time producing children. She had many stillbirths before she finally had me. But I was very unhealthy and premature. I survived, but I was hardly the son my father had wanted to have." Luka spoke freely and candidly, reaching an uncommon level of intimacy with his interviewer. "I was very useless. But I was smart and did well in school. My mother taught me how to sew, play the piano, and cook. Women's work, mostly. Which I enjoyed, but I was teased a lot, and so was my father. I tried very hard to fit in, but I would get injured often. Once I began hurting people, even though they had no physical proof, the townspeople started regarding me as some sort of witch. My father took us away from Slovenia to escape persecution. We bummed around Europe for a while - which I really enjoyed. Then we came to America for several months until I got into some more trouble - after which I shortly received your letter."
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AGM?"
Luka became distracted again, smoothing out his pant leg with care. He pondered the question at hand lightly, automatically uninterested in such a thing as the future. However he had committed thus far to trying his hardest to get into the school, so he decided to suck it up and answer as politely as he could. "I don't really know, to be honest. So many possibilities have opened up to me since moving from Slovenia. I haven't given my future much thought, but hopefully I can discover something during my education."
"Huh. That's fine, actually. Uh... would you like to tell me about any hobbies or part-time jobs you have? It may be too difficult to continue once you're on the island."
Luka shrugged, tilting his head down in time to the effortless raise of his shoulders. With his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, he raised his wrist and let it dangle in the air in a careless fashion. "I am not good at sports or anything... but I do enjoy playing the piano. Surely you have a piano somewhere I can practice on? In any case, I can work in the kitchen if I need to, or I can mend clothes. But electronics are very new to me, I am not very good at using them."
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AGM and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
"I think it is a good idea to have a school for us; at least somewhere where we're not regarded as witches or demons... And I am quite fond of my powers and learning how to use them better. I dislike the idea of referring to our kind as 'mutants'. I think we're higher than that, higher than humanity, possibly. We could be the next step - the next great race. It is quite possible that humans are now an old chapter in the history of the world. I believe that we should be respected and feared, not persecuted and harassed. Pardon me if I'm being a tad elitist.." Luka sighed, his eyes imperceptibly rolling to look out the window again. He knew his statement was simply the tip of the iceberg to his feelings about the gifted and the human. A smouldering hatred for all humanity burned in his gut like hot coals. He was dangerously in love with his power, even when it exceeded his control.
"Oh, I see. I have mixed feelings about it myself, but I know what I believe in. Well, great! I think we're finished now. I've gotten a real sense of who you are! Thanks so much for your time and we'll let you know. In the meantime, do you have any questions, comments or concerns?"
"Thank you for your time," Luka replied with a breezy smirk, uncrossing his leg to stand.
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"All right. So you know the truth about this place. What exactly did we invite you to this school for?"
Luka knew this question was coming, but even his carefully calculated answers seemed so meaningless at this point. At a loss for words, Luka toyed with the lapel of his navy blazer momentarily until he had gathered his thoughts. "It is hard to explain... It is when I get very angry at someone, I can see into their eyes straight through to their mind. And as I rage, this overwhelming force comes from me... like a burning feeling in the back of my head... and then it pushes itself into their mind... like a blast of anger. But it affects them very negatively. It is nothing visible, or that I can see, but it does significant harm to their mind." Luka's attention turned towards the towering window to his right, staring off into the sunshine as he recalled several perilous events in his life. A vision of shattering glass in the depths of an eye's pupil haunted him. He continued with some difficulty. "I was just a boy when this began. I was a very weak and sickly child. I was picked on a lot by the other children in town and I was viewed as useless by the adults - because we lived in a farming community. I was powerless to physically stand up for myself, until this occurred. The boy had an aneurysm and barely survived." Luka glanced down toward his shoes with a grimace of a smile. "They left me alone eventually."
"Oh yes. I see now why we would have invited you. Tell me please, a bit of background information. What is home life to you?"
"As I have mentioned, I am from a small farming town in Slovenia. Bled is a very beautiful town with lots of tourists. But the local community is very close-knit. My father was a butcher and a taxidermist. His taxidermy was regarded as an art by the town - he was very good. He was a very large strong man, and very respected in town. He was also part of the town council. My mother was a beautiful woman, but she had a difficult time producing children. She had many stillbirths before she finally had me. But I was very unhealthy and premature. I survived, but I was hardly the son my father had wanted to have." Luka spoke freely and candidly, reaching an uncommon level of intimacy with his interviewer. "I was very useless. But I was smart and did well in school. My mother taught me how to sew, play the piano, and cook. Women's work, mostly. Which I enjoyed, but I was teased a lot, and so was my father. I tried very hard to fit in, but I would get injured often. Once I began hurting people, even though they had no physical proof, the townspeople started regarding me as some sort of witch. My father took us away from Slovenia to escape persecution. We bummed around Europe for a while - which I really enjoyed. Then we came to America for several months until I got into some more trouble - after which I shortly received your letter."
"I see. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans for outside of AGM?"
Luka became distracted again, smoothing out his pant leg with care. He pondered the question at hand lightly, automatically uninterested in such a thing as the future. However he had committed thus far to trying his hardest to get into the school, so he decided to suck it up and answer as politely as he could. "I don't really know, to be honest. So many possibilities have opened up to me since moving from Slovenia. I haven't given my future much thought, but hopefully I can discover something during my education."
"Huh. That's fine, actually. Uh... would you like to tell me about any hobbies or part-time jobs you have? It may be too difficult to continue once you're on the island."
Luka shrugged, tilting his head down in time to the effortless raise of his shoulders. With his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, he raised his wrist and let it dangle in the air in a careless fashion. "I am not good at sports or anything... but I do enjoy playing the piano. Surely you have a piano somewhere I can practice on? In any case, I can work in the kitchen if I need to, or I can mend clothes. But electronics are very new to me, I am not very good at using them."
"We're nearly finished now. But I'd like to know, how do you feel about AGM and super natural powers. I ask you be honest here."
"I think it is a good idea to have a school for us; at least somewhere where we're not regarded as witches or demons... And I am quite fond of my powers and learning how to use them better. I dislike the idea of referring to our kind as 'mutants'. I think we're higher than that, higher than humanity, possibly. We could be the next step - the next great race. It is quite possible that humans are now an old chapter in the history of the world. I believe that we should be respected and feared, not persecuted and harassed. Pardon me if I'm being a tad elitist.." Luka sighed, his eyes imperceptibly rolling to look out the window again. He knew his statement was simply the tip of the iceberg to his feelings about the gifted and the human. A smouldering hatred for all humanity burned in his gut like hot coals. He was dangerously in love with his power, even when it exceeded his control.
"Oh, I see. I have mixed feelings about it myself, but I know what I believe in. Well, great! I think we're finished now. I've gotten a real sense of who you are! Thanks so much for your time and we'll let you know. In the meantime, do you have any questions, comments or concerns?"
"Thank you for your time," Luka replied with a breezy smirk, uncrossing his leg to stand.
SINNA • 21 • FEMALE
