Post by angela on Jul 2, 2011 19:10:59 GMT -5
ANGELA SCOTT GRIFFIN FEMALE 19 YEAR FRESHMAN
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"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
Let's give it a try, shall we?
Hmm.. Some people call me Angie, other people call me Angel. I've been called Ariel a few times too. Basically, people call me what they want to. They can be quite imaginative
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
.. Original.
Well.. A lot of people call me beautiful. I have fair skin and blue-green eyes that changes their color according to my color make up or the lighting or so. Most of the time, my eyes look very light blue but there's times where they have an almost olive-ish green color. My lips are like kind of full but still not exaggerated. I also have shoulder-length red hair with a lot of curls in it! This is the part of myself I love the most.
Besides that, I am kind of tiny in many ways. I'm short and skinny, but I'm not in lack of female forms. I usually wear jeans and top or a dress. You could call my style pretty normal really. I throw on what I feel like in the morning after my shower, and usually I look decent. I wouldn't wear sweats or so in public though. So I care about my looks and how people see me but I am not obsessive about it. I'm all natural ! :D
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
Not really, no.
I am all into the boys. I have never been, nor will I ever be attracted to females. They are too complicated for me [laughs]. I would like the drink, considering it's saturday. If you ask me tomorrow, I'll probably say no. I am all in for drinking when I am at parties but I don't believe it is worth it to drink every single day. I've always been the innocent little girl like that.
I don't smoke at all. It ruins my voice and that is kind of what is paying for my life at the moment.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
I would really like NOT to talk about my secrets. Especially here and with you. My secrets go to my friends and no one else. Sorry [grimaces]
(Angela never shares her past with anyone. If she could decide, she would erase it completely)
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe? Nah, really. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"[/font]
I'm not cold.. just.. I don't know.. I'm sorry.
I have ambitions, yes ! And those I will happily share with you. I want to be a musician. I play the guitar and I sing. I write my own sucks and record them in and I am a pro at mixing it all by the computer. I hope that I will be a musician in ten years and maybe some day start my own company with talent-scouts and huge recording studios and big musicians.. [sighs dreamingly]. You could say I'm very ambitious that way. I want to achieve my goals.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. Sports? Art? Give me some dirt![/font]
Don't get too excited? - You asked! Hah xD what did you expect?
Oh this one is tough! I like music all the way into my bone and down to my toes. I don't get moved by a lot of things but music can make me cry, laugh, sleep, jump around, relax, stress me and a whole lot of other things. Music is my life!. I like to play it, sing it, mix it, publish it and I love to do concerts. I actually hated it before. I've always been very shy and a year ago the thought of getting up on a stage and play my music would intimidate me. But I've got myself together and I tried it.. And I ended up falling in love with it. Just watching peoples faces and eyes when they hear and see one playing give you some sort of satisfaction above and beyond. When I play my music is the only time I feel fully alive and like I have no sorrows anymore..
I also love books. I used to work in a bookstore so I've read my share of lovely lovely books of any sort. I also adore nature and arts... And the sea has got my heart......
What I don't like is when people starts digging up in my secrets and past. If I want to tell people what has happened to me, I sure will tell them! I don't want to be forced into it. I also hate darkness... I go into some sort of state of panic when it is dark and I am all alone. It leaves me with my thoughts all alone and I don't want that. I don't want to think. [stares emptily into the air for a couple of moments]. My strength is that I'm friendly and open minded. I greet every person without prejudice and I don't hate them until they have given me the reason to. I can also be very headstrong when I set my mind on something. It is not often I do so, but if I finally do – I work hard to get it. Like I did with my music. I have a lot of weaknesses. I am a bit insecure and shy around other people due to my upbringing and the things I've been through in my relatively short life. I don't take criticism too well. I've learned to accept it and learn from it because of many many talks with producers. I have got to listen to them if I want to make something of myself. But I ache every time people feel the need to talk badly about things I do. I tend to isolate myself when I'm in big crowds of people I don't know. Right after my brothers death I would isolate myself no matter how many or whoever was around me. I'm getting better each and every day. I know now how to put on my mask and act like I'm totally cool and chill without people really knowing what is going on on the inside. That's a strength and a weakness.
All in all you'll experience me as the friendly girl who'd help you out of any sort of trouble, even though she hasn't yet talked to you. I always seem calm and down to earth. I usually hide behind a lot of ironic comments and jokes and laughter.. I act like I have a strong and confident mind almost perfectly. Hardly anyone gets through that facade. I even seem happy and carefree. Like a little child who does not yet know that money and vulnerability exists. Actually, I seem very simple and straightforward. I'm not though. Underneath the surface I still struggle with scars from my childhood and my brothers relatively recent death. When I am alone I don't wear a mask. I cry every night while lighting a candle for him and I feel very lonely when I sit in a dark room with my dark dark thoughts as my only company. I'm in fact very sensitive on the inside and only few people actually know that, because I've gotten to the point where I've realized this: If you don't let anybody in, you can't get hurt by anyone. I don't usually trust people easily. In fact, I don't trust people at all. I am friendly to them and I'd more than gladly listen to them if they need to pour their heart out.. And I would do anything to get them in better moods. I'm a good friend like that. But I don't pour my heart out unless you're very special.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today - what's your background?"[/font]
Okay, listen up.. I didn't tell you my secrets because my entire past is one big secret. Now I am going to tell you, and I expect for you to not show this part of the interview to each and everybody.. Okay, so I guess we're supposed to start with my birth?. I was born into a family consisting of a workaholic father, a mentally ill mother and a quite troublesome big brother, who's name I am not going to mention because it hurts too much.. Everything had been alright until my arrival, because when I got born, mom had her hands full. She had to give me a lot of attention of course, but my brother did not like that at all. He grew even more troublesome and really misbehaved all the time. And on top of that my mom got a job because we couldn't afford it all with my fathers pay-check only. Yeah sure, it was part time but it was still too much for her to handle her job and her kids all alone. One day – I think I was around four at the time – she got into a huge fight because of my brother and she locked herself up.. [gulps]. And in there she cut her wrists and died from it. My father naturally blamed my big brother for my mother death and he... he cut my brother with a knife.. all over his chest and stomach. He had never been evil like that towards us before. It's frightening how much the lose of someone you love can affect you into a bad direction.
Okay.. His name was Caleb. Caleb and I was picked up by someone from the government who took us to our new foster family. I was too small to really understand any of the events. I guess I was lucky like that. I did well in the family. Caleb though was so messed up. He behaved his worst ever and even though he wasn't very old, he already acted like someone who's about to become a teenager. We started moving from family to family because no one could really stand Caleb's ways. There were families where we did better than other families, but every place we ended up getting thrown away again. It was never because of me though. Many of the families asked me, if I wanted to stay when Caleb was taken away.. but how could I? He was the only real family I had left. And where none of them understood him.. I did! I knew what to do when he got up at night and cried. I understood how to make him stop breaking things. I understood who he was as a person. I couldn't leave him to himself! What if he really injured himself one day??... If it's okay, I'll take a break... [gets up and walks out the door...]
- 15 minutes later -
okay.. Where were we? [broken smile]. Oh right. When I turned 17, Caleb and I moved here and we lived here for a while. Caleb had quite the problem with heroin – I guess you can see why – but we were well. He earned the money for the rent and bills, and I studied days and worked afternoons and nights to get money for food and supplies. It worked well. We even found our almost-brother. Someone we had a very close relationship with in one of our foster families. Caleb had almost gotten back straight with his life after being in family with this ''brother''. When he was dragged away, Caleb started his old bad routines again. And I got a boyfriend, whom I actually liked.. a lot. I don't know what happened to him really.. Because one day when I got back home... I found my brother.. [holds back tears]. And he was sooo.. dead. He was laying in our bathtub, needle beside him and with both wrists cut.. He had bled all over the bathtub. I threw up by the sight. Seeing the one person I knew I'd always have lying dead and white and cold broke my world. I shut down and I just couldn't do anything anymore. I got my most beloved belongings and I left without saying another word. For almost a year I went through extensive psychiatric help basically living in the asylum. I isolated myself completely and refused to eat. I didn't speak and I didn't play guitar. I did it to punish myself. I could not see any reason for his suicide except me. But I got better eventually. Music was the first thing I got back to. Then the rest slowly got to me and I saw light for the first time in what felt like forever. And that's where everything got back on track. I gained weight, I put all my focus in my music and all my little insecurities were no longer important. Caleb would want me to get on with my life. So here I am, ready to live again.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."[/font]
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