Post by JETHRO ANTHONY PRICE on Jan 9, 2012 21:59:42 GMT -5
Jethro Anthony Price • 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 blond slid down into the chair and crossed one leg over the top of the other, folding both of his hands around his ankle and inspecting the bulbous man with cold, calculating eyes. The fact that he’s being shown very little interest troubles him but it isn’t shown, instead reflecting the same jaded expression. “My name is Jethro Anthony Price,” the boy starts with remarkable politeness. “Often referred to as Jet, though I prefer Jethro. Nicknames feel far too informal for my tastes.” Not that the principal really seems to care. He feels as if he should have this man’s undivided attention and the fact that it isn’t being given to him is unacceptable. But his parents reminded him to be polite, so he would be. “I am sixteen and a sophomore, but only because I failed second grade.” He had been held back for missing too many days due to suspensions.
»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.
Go through the whole process of using your power. As a young adult, it's probably not well-developed or under control yet, so you can talk about that. Feel free to mention any stories; like of how you discovered your power.
“To put it simply…” he started. “I can borrow the powers of others, though it’s more complex than that. I don’t borrow a power and instantly know how to use it; I have to learn the same as the original user. As for how I “borrow” a power, so to speak, it has to be used within a certain radius. I have never bothered to experiment on how far that radius extends; I don’t usually have a need to. I have also never figured out how long I get the newly acquired power for.” He gave a shrug, tilting his head back to try and remember the first tie he had ever experienced it. “I can’t recall exactly, but I can remember being a very small child with the certainty that I could stick to the wall if I so pleased. My brother, of course, taunted me for my stupidity but when I tried I managed to get nearly to the ceiling crawling on all fours before falling on to a beanbag chair. I am not sure who I acquired that power from but I can no longer use it.”
»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?"
Blue eyes held the gaze of the principal’s now that he finally had it, attempting to keep the attention but not getting as such. Why his family was relevant to his attending was beyond him, but as said he was going to be polite because he was asked. That and because he knew he would get the third degree if his parents found out he had been rude or disrespectful. Crossing the pair was never in anyone’s best interest. “I was born in a small town in California, though my family moved frequently. At first it was within the same town but my mother’s dreamed had us relocating elsewhere within California,” he started, tilting his head back and adjusting ever so slightly so as to make himself more comfortable in the stiff chair. “They met at a burlesque club where my mother worked; my father’s best friend owned the club so my father often frequented to make sure business was running smoothly. They call their relationship at that point a game of cat and mouse wherein the role of the cat altered between the two of them until they finally started a solid relationship at my Uncle’s, my father’s best friend, wedding.” At least now he was being shown mild interest. “They didn’t have their first child, my older brother, until quite some time after. He was named for my father’s two closest friends: Darius Jesse Price. They married not long after having him, and not long after that I was born. A year following came my younger brother, Ivan Milos Price.” He was leaving out one very important detail in this tale: that his father had been explicitly involved in a crime ring. That wasn’t something this man needed to know. “I grew up in a middle class home with strict parents whom most teachers couldn’t believe had even had children in the first place. My mother somewhat resembled Christina Aguilera, admittedly rather attractive fro an objective standpoint, and my father is covered literally head to toe in tattoos. Him Welsh, named Ianto, and my mother mixed between Italian* and Argentian*, named Tahlia. My childhood, all things considered, was rather average. Middle class home with parents who often argued and siblings I didn’t always agree with. I was nearly eleven when my sister Beatrice Iona was born and my family instantly became indulged in beauty pageants. My younger sister, myself and my brothers, very closely resembled my mother so naturally she is a very beautiful little girl. My mother was a pageant child herself, so having a daughter was a thrill to her. My parents became the type of parents you see in Toddlers and Tiaras who are willing to sabotage the other contestants if it means my sister will win.” Jethro saw no point in continuing, assuming that this was a suitable amount of information for this hideous and inconsiderate man.
»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?
“I’m not interested in fitting in,” he interjected. “I used to consider criminal psychology, though I’m still rather uncertain. I see no point in rushing into my future. I’m not even allowed to vote yet; why plan my entire life out?” He finally set the crossed leg down on the floor and switched so the other was on top now, intertwining his own fingers.
»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.
“I don’t see how most of my hobbies will be difficult to pursue while I stay here. Not to mention that a school is supposed to encourage stimulation, which our hobbies give us. Limiting what intellectual and artistic passions we are allowed is removing our freedom as human beings and Americans.” A rather smug look crossed the blond boy’s face as he continued. “I, myself, lie in the intellectual spectrum. I enjoy reading and learning. Sciences such as chemistry and biology, as well as anthropology and psychology. I like to know how the human mind and body work.” How would that be difficult to pursue here? What drug was this man on?
»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.
A long and exasperated sigh came from him as he stretched himself out, ready for this interview to be finished with. “I don’t have an opinion of it, being honest. I couldn’t care enough. It’s simply a product of evolution that was sped up by over-curious and perhaps a bit insane scientists. What sort of feelings am I supposed to have?”
»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.
“No thank you,” he spoke as he rose, slipping his hands into his pockets as he followed the receptionist out to where his parents stood. In waiting.
The blond slid down into the chair and crossed one leg over the top of the other, folding both of his hands around his ankle and inspecting the bulbous man with cold, calculating eyes. The fact that he’s being shown very little interest troubles him but it isn’t shown, instead reflecting the same jaded expression. “My name is Jethro Anthony Price,” the boy starts with remarkable politeness. “Often referred to as Jet, though I prefer Jethro. Nicknames feel far too informal for my tastes.” Not that the principal really seems to care. He feels as if he should have this man’s undivided attention and the fact that it isn’t being given to him is unacceptable. But his parents reminded him to be polite, so he would be. “I am sixteen and a sophomore, but only because I failed second grade.” He had been held back for missing too many days due to suspensions.
»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.
Go through the whole process of using your power. As a young adult, it's probably not well-developed or under control yet, so you can talk about that. Feel free to mention any stories; like of how you discovered your power.
“To put it simply…” he started. “I can borrow the powers of others, though it’s more complex than that. I don’t borrow a power and instantly know how to use it; I have to learn the same as the original user. As for how I “borrow” a power, so to speak, it has to be used within a certain radius. I have never bothered to experiment on how far that radius extends; I don’t usually have a need to. I have also never figured out how long I get the newly acquired power for.” He gave a shrug, tilting his head back to try and remember the first tie he had ever experienced it. “I can’t recall exactly, but I can remember being a very small child with the certainty that I could stick to the wall if I so pleased. My brother, of course, taunted me for my stupidity but when I tried I managed to get nearly to the ceiling crawling on all fours before falling on to a beanbag chair. I am not sure who I acquired that power from but I can no longer use it.”
»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?"
Blue eyes held the gaze of the principal’s now that he finally had it, attempting to keep the attention but not getting as such. Why his family was relevant to his attending was beyond him, but as said he was going to be polite because he was asked. That and because he knew he would get the third degree if his parents found out he had been rude or disrespectful. Crossing the pair was never in anyone’s best interest. “I was born in a small town in California, though my family moved frequently. At first it was within the same town but my mother’s dreamed had us relocating elsewhere within California,” he started, tilting his head back and adjusting ever so slightly so as to make himself more comfortable in the stiff chair. “They met at a burlesque club where my mother worked; my father’s best friend owned the club so my father often frequented to make sure business was running smoothly. They call their relationship at that point a game of cat and mouse wherein the role of the cat altered between the two of them until they finally started a solid relationship at my Uncle’s, my father’s best friend, wedding.” At least now he was being shown mild interest. “They didn’t have their first child, my older brother, until quite some time after. He was named for my father’s two closest friends: Darius Jesse Price. They married not long after having him, and not long after that I was born. A year following came my younger brother, Ivan Milos Price.” He was leaving out one very important detail in this tale: that his father had been explicitly involved in a crime ring. That wasn’t something this man needed to know. “I grew up in a middle class home with strict parents whom most teachers couldn’t believe had even had children in the first place. My mother somewhat resembled Christina Aguilera, admittedly rather attractive fro an objective standpoint, and my father is covered literally head to toe in tattoos. Him Welsh, named Ianto, and my mother mixed between Italian* and Argentian*, named Tahlia. My childhood, all things considered, was rather average. Middle class home with parents who often argued and siblings I didn’t always agree with. I was nearly eleven when my sister Beatrice Iona was born and my family instantly became indulged in beauty pageants. My younger sister, myself and my brothers, very closely resembled my mother so naturally she is a very beautiful little girl. My mother was a pageant child herself, so having a daughter was a thrill to her. My parents became the type of parents you see in Toddlers and Tiaras who are willing to sabotage the other contestants if it means my sister will win.” Jethro saw no point in continuing, assuming that this was a suitable amount of information for this hideous and inconsiderate man.
»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?
“I’m not interested in fitting in,” he interjected. “I used to consider criminal psychology, though I’m still rather uncertain. I see no point in rushing into my future. I’m not even allowed to vote yet; why plan my entire life out?” He finally set the crossed leg down on the floor and switched so the other was on top now, intertwining his own fingers.
»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.
“I don’t see how most of my hobbies will be difficult to pursue while I stay here. Not to mention that a school is supposed to encourage stimulation, which our hobbies give us. Limiting what intellectual and artistic passions we are allowed is removing our freedom as human beings and Americans.” A rather smug look crossed the blond boy’s face as he continued. “I, myself, lie in the intellectual spectrum. I enjoy reading and learning. Sciences such as chemistry and biology, as well as anthropology and psychology. I like to know how the human mind and body work.” How would that be difficult to pursue here? What drug was this man on?
»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.
A long and exasperated sigh came from him as he stretched himself out, ready for this interview to be finished with. “I don’t have an opinion of it, being honest. I couldn’t care enough. It’s simply a product of evolution that was sped up by over-curious and perhaps a bit insane scientists. What sort of feelings am I supposed to have?”
»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.
“No thank you,” he spoke as he rose, slipping his hands into his pockets as he followed the receptionist out to where his parents stood. In waiting.
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