Post by audrey haelyn mayes on Apr 20, 2013 22:45:51 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] AUDREY H. MAYES 22 | HETEROSEXUAL | EXOTIC DANCER | LOCAL | EMMA WATSON THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Yeah, why don't you cut the nice guy shit out, huh? It's too early to be that peachy. But the name's Audrey Haelyn Mayes. There's quite a few fancy nicknames I have though. Let's see... there's Auds, Aud, Bitch, Slut, Whore, Skank, Homewrecker. Pretty sure the list goes on and on, but I'm far too tired to list them all. How about we put it this way, lovely. I'll answer your cute little questions and by the time this is over, you can decide on which one you'd like to call me. Sound fair? Awesome. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? Seriously? Are you going to pretend to be nice to me through this whole thing? I'd honestly prefer it if you stopped smiling like a fucking idiot. But what do I do for a living, huh? Bet this one is going to throw you for a loop. I'm a stripper. Well, technically an exotic dancer because I'm not limited to stripping. I can pole dance, strip, burlesque. Pretty much any sort of dance that involves a lot of seduction, skimpy clothes, and dominating the stage. I'm good at that kind of thing to be rather honest. Never did go to college after high school. I was a smart kid, not gonna lie. I know my shit, but sitting through classes was never my thing. Bitched off teachers and students alike. School was hell for me so I did what was required then left. Moved on to bigger and better things like taking my clothes off for money. Pretty impressive huh? INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? Oh, now that's a decent question. Well, let's see... Basically I like to do anything a respectable young woman shouldn't do. Meaning, I like to go to clubs or parties. Preferably house parties because those are the bomb dot fucking com. I like to drink, get drunk. I've dabbled in doing drugs, but there's too many risks that come along with that shit so I tend to avoid it. I know it may not seem like it, but I'm not trying to kill myself over here. I really just want to have a good time and do whatever the hell I want when I want to do it. Pretty much just 'sticking it to the man', because I don't follow rules. I love breaking them. Breaking and entering is a skill of mine. I can be very sneaky when I want to be. But uh, yeah. Partying, drinking, dancing, making out with hot guys and then stealing their wallets just for the hell of it. That's pretty much everything I enjoy doing, but if you want some of my more... domesticated hobbies and habits... how about I like to draw? Bet you never would have guessed that one. It's weird. Whenever I'm talking on the phone or just bored and there's some paper and a pencil in front of me, I'll draw you a masterpiece in about two minutes tops. Granted it will probably be an a napkin or something like that, but you catch my drift. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? Yeah, sure they do. They give off this 'rebel without a cause' sort of deal and that's pretty much what I am. Don't have any real respect for rules because people have been telling me what to do since I can really remember. Wasn't as if I really listened to them anyway. Not very often. And if I do listen to you, that should send off some warning bells in your head. I'm not a submissive person at all, so if I do go along with something, you can be sure it's because I've got some evil plot for revenge brewing inside my pretty little head. Because that's how I work. If I can't get myself out of a sticky situation, I'll play along. Play nice until it all blows over. Then, when the person who pissed me off is least expecting it, they'll wish they'd never fucked with me. Because Audrey Mayes is not a girl to be toyed with unless she wants to be toyed with. Don't really take shit from anyone. You try to fuck me up or fuck me over, you can expect to have me coming at your throat. For a girl of my size and stature, I can pack a pretty nasty punch and I'm pretty skilled in the art of fighting. Might not seem like it, but some say I'm pretty... dangerous So I guess that brings me to my more... interesting qualities. I'm a liar and a cheat and a pretty damn good one at that. Oh I know I can come off as a bitch, because that's exactly what I am, but I can turn just as charming and sweet in a matter of seconds. Sort of a talent of mine. I'm the 'devil in disguise' so to speak. Pulling the wool over people's eyes is something I take a great interest in mostly because people have fucked me over so many times I just want them all to feel my pain. So I'll put on a pretty little smile or cute, seductive smirk. Anything it takes to pull people in and get them to like me. Whether it be playing the role of a best friend or temporary lover. I'll do it, but only to tear you apart afterwards. If you make the mistake of letting me in, I'll try to get you to spill all your secrets to me just so I can publicly humiliate you. Well, I won't publicly humiliate you. Now that would just be stupid and would blow my cover. I'm a lot more sneaky than that. Slip some cards under the table, drop a few subtle rumors here and there, then there you have it. My work is done. Spreading secrets in a small town like this is pretty easy. Everyone loves some good gossip. Alright... let's see. What else? Oh! Danger is kind of my middle name. No, seriously. I've got a bad habit of getting myself tangled in a lot of close calls and things of that nature because I love the thrill of it all. Sort of like my own personal high. You show me a person who looks like they're fresh out of jail, I'll go right up to them and start talking. Tell me a house is haunted, I'm going in alone. Call me reckless or stupid, I don't really care. As I've said before, sticks and stones. Plus, you only have one life to live. Why spend it hiding behind all these rules that other people set up for you? Doesn't make much sense to me, so I don't do it. I just do what makes me 'happy'. If I'm even really capable of feeling such a thing. Doubt I am after all the hell I've gone through. But hey, an adrenaline high is a pretty fucking awesome substitute if I do say so myself. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? Yeah, I don't have anyone. Don't know who my real parents are or any significant others. Hardly and friends. No pets. Just me, myself, and I. It's always been that way, even when I moved from foster home to foster home. And don't you fucking look at me like I'm some charity case. I don't need your pity. Just move on to the next question, yeah? AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. Hm, should have seen this one coming. Well, I'm not going to make it like pulling teeth for you. I'll answer the question and you'll sit there and listen. If you so much as look at me with any sort of sympathy, I'll throw my water in your face. So there's your warning. Anyway, like I said, I don't know much about my parents. Don't even know much about anything that happened to me until I turned five. I know I was in the foster care system before that, but who really remembers the stuff that happened them as a baby? Certainly not me. But anyway, I was a pretty good kid when I was real little. Was content with coloring with crayons and shit. Didn't ask for much. Didn't complain or whine. Not even when I was being shipped off from one home to another. I was good and sweet until I turned around seven. That was when things started going down hill for me. My foster families just started to get shittier and shittier. Each new family fucked me up more than I already was and once I turned thirteen, I just sort of gave up on trying anymore. Ran away a lot. Or tried to anyway. Someone would always find me and would have to drag me back to my temporary living quarters. Mind you I went kicking and screaming each time. I just started to hate people. Loath them. Why couldn't they just leave me the hell alone? I don't fucking know. I was a lost cause so I didn't understand why anyone kept trying. Probably because they wanted to keep abusing me and fucking me up. Seems legit. Anyway, after my first few abusive families, I'd like to say I turned into a badass. After that happened, I just sort of learned not to give a fuck. That's why high school was pretty easy for me. Granted I pissed everyone the hell off because I didn't let preppy bitches get to me, I just punched them in the face when they had something 'cute' to say. Also didn't really care what the guys had to say about me either. Everyone knew me as the school slut because that's what I was. Slept with quite a few people, not going to lie, but that was thanks to the alcohol and drug abuse. Can't really be held accountable for my actions when I'm intoxicated. Got in trouble a lot with the law because of all that. Broke into houses, stole things, got into fights. I was really just a trainwreck. Still am I guess, but I like living this way. I'm not afraid of anything, not really, because I've been through it all. Anyway, back to my childhood. I was a pretty smart kid. All my teachers tried to sit me down and blather on about how much potential I had. Their pleas and explanations fell on deaf ears though. I was a fucking teenager okay. I didn't want to listen to anyone. Not when everyone was always telling me what to do and then fucking me over when I listened. I'd had just about enough of that bullshit so once I graduated and turned eighteen, I told them all to fuck off and moved on with my life. Yeah, moved on and became a stripper. It's been my life calling I think. Was always praised for how fluidly I danced on the poles at high school parties. Plus, if you're good, you can make some decent money. Just have to get past having old, creepy men drool over you. I'm lucky though. I pulled in a lot of the younger clients because, well, I guess my feisty attitude and 'not giving a fuck' personality appeals to the younger men. No strings attached. Anyway, I'm out of the stripping scene now. Or I should be. My old boss told me I should relocate here in Brunswick because a friend of his, Kurt whatever the fuck his last name is, was looking for some new dancers for his, uh, burlesque club? Yeah, it sounded interesting so that's why I'm here. Actually have another interview with him after this one is over. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. Wow, you greedy little bitch. Haven't heard enough of my sob story yet? Well, fuck you. Anyway, my secret? Pretty sure I gave you a good idea earlier, but whatever. I'll paint a pretty mental picture for you. When I turned seven, my foster family at the time started abusing me. Mind you they were little slaps from my 'mother' or shoves from my 'father', so it wasn't too bad, but things got worse a few years later when I moved on to a different family. I was twelve I think, and my new 'parents' were nice. It was their teenage children that fucked me up there. Their daughter gave me hell. Roughed me up pretty bad while their son got kicks out of touching me in weird places in weird ways. Couldn't catch a break I guess. Because once I got out of that situation, my next 'family' wasn't any better. Just a lot of people fucking me up and over. So that's my secret. The reason I don't give a shit about what happens to me or what people say is because I've been through some twisted shit and my childhood innocence has long since been stolen from me. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! Dreams? I don't have any. Not really. Fuck dreams. They're all just fairytales that no one will ever reach or accomplish or make true. I'm just going wherever life takes me and I don't really care what happens. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. Yeah, fuck you too. Hope you choke on that scarf your wearing. BEHIND THE MASK LEAH | SIXTEEN | EASTERN | IDK | BEAU/DANI/KARSON/NIX/GIO >.> |
