Post by LANGSTON WATERS on Nov 14, 2012 9:44:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: langston vanity waters ALIAS: lang, ston, langie, ang, lani DATE OF BIRTH: 09.12.1991 AGE: twenty OCCUPATION: research assistant/zoology major SEXUALITY: pansexual PLAY BY: julia saner UNIVERSITY STUDENT [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me a woman walks in with straight brunette hair, her clothes are a little wrinkled and her hair hardly looks brushed but she appears to be in fit condition for the interview. she sits down across from you, legs crossed in her blue jeans and converse and her attention squarely on the table with the menu in front of her. her eyes seemed to be directed to the prices that are attached to the food items and she quickly scrunches her nose and places the menu down, meeting your eyes with her own piercing green eyes. she appears tired as though she had just woken up only minutes before the interview, a chuckle catches your attention and you look back up to her eyes and smile in reply sorry! sorry, you just…were staring into space, I thought maybe there was something on my face or I said something wrong but then I realized I hadn’t said anything… her soft voice trails off but you remain silent, kind of surprised that the doe-eyed girl spoke first and had ye to introduce herself. how are the bread sticks here? she asks which causes you to raise your eyebrow in complete shock but you answer with a vague answer, unsure due to the fact that this was a new spot for the both of you. the place is hardly in the high end range as the interview is for a small reward but one that is being given out to a rather young person instead. she suddenly looks solemn and you tilt your head to the side in which you get a giggle in return well, you going to ask me any questions or do I have to just kind of write the article myself? I could just give you my journal, that tells just about everything about me… you begin to notice that the girl is rather open about everything in her life and you wonder how far that limit extends to. my apolgoies mrs. waters, I was just taking note of well, you. her bushy eyebrow, obviously not having been waxed in some time but still giving her a classic beauty look begins to raise, intrigued by your words as much as you are intrigued by her and what is it that you have noticed? the words that are needed have to be picked with care as the girl appeared to be growing annoyed with the lack of conversation that happening, indicating that she is rather talkative herself. oh well you appear rather eager, but a little… |
so miss waters, how is that you even became involved in this organization?
“through school actually as I am studying zoology and made the attempt to join a research program. that research program only took a few students from the upper classes each year and though my grades have some mediocrity in them, there is also some resemblance of intelligence at the same time. I suppose that I talk smarter than I write because I almost didn’t get into the program due to the essay that I had written but …well, I explained in the essay that my intelligence is better through the verbal variety but they did not believe me until I showed up at the office”
off the record
wait, you just..showed up, like that and did what…?
“i just explained to them that they had me to get a chance to explain and that I should be on the team, but not writing the reports and after some arguing and some flashing of my knowledge on the zebra species, the animal that was to the topic of discussion, I was able to get through to them and they agreed. it just takes a little persuasion in order to get what you want...my mother taught me that”
back on the record
so zoology, how is that going for you?
“I’m going to be honest, it’s really boring most of the time. it’s hard for me to even establish an interest in the field but my love for animals drives me and I guess it’s doing something because I’m still in the major, am I not?”
off the record
wait, you don’t like the major that you are?
“well not really. when I was kid, I thought it was all about studying of animals but it turned out to be more specific than I thought and though it’s helping me get into my in with the animal studies field, it’s doing little to peak my interest in working at a zoo. I have no desire to work with animals that are stuck beyond wires and fences, I want the wild ones…”
curious. are you a wild one yourself?
“if you are referring to the idea of me being a party girl, there is not much time for that kind of thing in my husy schedule but I do enjoy a nice drink at home every night just to help me relax after a stressful day—which is everyday. there is not a day goes by that I don’t say ‘wow that sucked’ because it did and though life is great and fun, it’s hard a lot of the times and we really have to have a purpose for living each and every day, mine is my goals while others might be their parents desires, their own desires, a significant other…and so on”
we should get back to this interview
“oh I thought this was the interview. am I being too personal? you really can ask me anything, anything in my past makes me who I am and it helps to form who I am going to be.” but there is a look in her eyes that says that there is a limit to her openness, and not to push for it or go searching for it
oh. hm, so what was it like growing up in…where are from again?
“Washington state, born and raised. or I think I was born there, at least that is what I was told by my foster mom before she died. Washington was nice, it was spacious and green, very green. it was a scenic place but there was always danger growing up which included my almost kidnapping when I was seven years old and then the fact that my foster mom was murdered. she may not have been my birth mother but she was so much better. her hair was blonde and her eyes were blue, which apparently was a serial killer’s fancy, I was ten.”
oh my, I’m so sorry about that. it sounds tragic.
“it sounds it because it was. she was killed while I was sleeping in the room two doors down and he never came for me, I did not know until I went downstairs for breakfast in an attempt to make breakfast because it was mother’s day and…the sight that I saw was nothing that a ten year old should see. it introduced me to the world really fast..”
so where was your foster dad?
“who said that I needed a foster dad? I had my mother and she was all that I needed. when she died, I went to the orphanage until I was fifteen and then I ran away and found my way here over time with a few hitchhiking trips and some trouble down the road. there was one constant in my life and that was my husky mix, lulu, who lives with me.”
well you go to the university, so are you in a dorm?
“not exactly, I live in and out of my car and then at the soup kitchen from time to time. I have a small shed that I sometimes sleep in when the winter months come along. my pay goes to the expenses of living and then of course to the tuition and I just barely make it each month. before you ask, yes it’s hard but I guess that’s my life now and I can’t really do anything about it until I graduate in due time”
well this award will help you get recognition if you need any...
“not really, but I guess it’s always nice to have your name in lights for fifteen minutes but the money that I am getting it going to the program because without it, I wouldn’t be getting this reward and therefore, it’s a full circle. I got to give to receive and that is kind of the motto that I live by because I’ve learned that nothing in life is free but sure is a hell of a life to live when you put effort into it.”
interested philosophy. I don’t know if you want me to put all of this into the magazine…
“you can. people can know that I live in a small car with a husky mix, or the soup kitchen, or a shed. they can know anything they want about me and I’ll even sign a note to your editor allowing all this personal information to be given. it’s already common knowledge that I live on my own but..yea, publish it all. I’m game..”
with a glance to her clock, the young girl informs you that she is late and that she must depart. there is no handshake though and you begin to realize that she never offered a hand at the beginning either. open book and ready to share her secrets to the world but unable to form a piece of human contact intrigues you but you leave that out of the story, the girl had told enough as it was. she literally runs out of the restaurant with a bread stick in her mouth, to test it, and leaves you speechless to the unique girl that you had the pleasure of meeting.
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