Post by layla kylie ackerman on Apr 30, 2013 18:39:17 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] LAYLA K. ACKERMAN 21 | HETEROSEXUAL | VICTORIA'S SECRET (RETAIL) | COLLEGE STUDENT | NINA AGDAL THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? "Hello there! That's no problem at all!" She smiled cheekily over at the woman seated across from her, shifting around a bit in her seat in attempt to make herself comfortable. "My name is Layla Kylie Ackerman. I've got quite a few nicknames though." She nibbles on her bottom lip, trying to conjure up a quick list of them all. "Lay, lays, la, lala, lady. Basically anything that starts with 'l' and sounds kind of like my name." The brunette shrugged her shoulders a bit, growing temporarily distracted by the happenings outside the window of the office. She'd much rather be out there in the sunshine than stuck inside this dingy office with an elderly woman who was taking her damn good time writing these things down. Eventually her gaze returns to the woman, a polite smile on her lips but a distant look hung in her eyes. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? "Right now I'm a senior in college. I'm an art major." She nodded and smiled, knowing very well that being an art major wasn't going to get her very far in life because being a freelance artist successfully was damn hard to do. She'd been thinking about getting her teaching degree though, to be able to become an art teacher of some sort. Children weren't all that bad in her eyes, so she figured it might be fun to actually teach them how to sculpt or paint. "As for work, I'm in retail right now. Kind of boring, I know, but I work in Victoria's Secret, so that's a little spicey I think." Now she was grinning, obviously a little pleased with herself for working at such a place. Yeah it was a lot of standing around, folding clothes and what not, but she liked to work. Kept her busy and out of trouble according to her father, but she couldn't really imagine herself selling clothes all her life. She had too much energy for that kind of thing. Working in a lingerie store made it a little more interesting for her because she got discounts on a lot of the stuff, but hanging around taking inventory all day? Yeah, no. This was just a temporary job until she was out of college. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? Layla shifted slightly in her seat, brightening up a little at this question because it was a lot more interesting than the previous ones. "What do I like to do for fun, huh?" She repeated the question to give herself some time to think. How to respond? Her father would want her to act accordingly. Answer politely and respectfully. Make herself out to be the prim and proper daughter he'd worked so hard to shape her out to be. Of course she wasn't that prim and proper daughter she fooled him into believing she was, but would this interviewer really care? Would she go reporting back to daddy with this news? Layla nibbled lightly on her lip out of habit before answering. "I like art, obviously. Painting and sculpting are my favorites. I love being outside and in the sun. Playing around in the waves and things like that. I'm a pretty outdoorsy person but I also like hanging inside too. Just to be with friends or maybe a fancy ball or dinner party my father's been invited to." That was good enough. There were a lot of other things she found interesting such as drinking, going to bars or parties, and just living life to the fullest in any way she could. Layla grew up in a world full or rules and following orders, so it only made sense for her to enjoy things that involved breaking the rules and living a little. Things with a bit of a thrill or danger to them always seemed to attract her. Daddy's little angel had a love for the darker, more fun side of life. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? Layla started nibbling on her lip again, unsure as to how she was supposed to go about answering this question. It was both a yes and no answer for her. She'd only listed half the things she liked and therefore they only represented half of who she was. Layla was a woman of two different sides. One that presented itself when she was around her father and one that showed up whenever her friends were around. Which one did she elaborate on? She played with the hem of her dress, distracting herself some as she tried to come up with some sort of answer. Couldn't keep this poor woman waiting all day. "They cover the basics of who I am." She said with a start, nodding her head some. Okay, this was going somewhere. She could do this without seeming too obnoxious or too uptight. "I'd like to say I'm a pretty nice person with a lot of interesting qualities. I'm nice to pretty much everyone I meet because I was raised that way. And I try not to make a habit of being a bitch." Layla laughed a little bit at herself and ran a hand through her hair. Trying to figure out how to sum herself up in a few sentences. "Basically, I just like to have fun but I know how to conduct myself. Like, there's a time and place for being loud and obnoxious just like there's a time and place to be more polite and lady-like." Basically she was saying that when she was with her father, she acted like she was the daughter of a Navy admiral, but when she wasn't, she was someone completely different. All rules were thrown out the window. Granted she was still polite and kind when she was just walking around town talking to friends or strangers. She was nice to almost everyone she met because that's just who she was. But she also knew that her personality could be a little overwhelming. She was blunt, but not in a rude way. She said things that were on her mind and often came off as random and unexpected. Mostly because she was. Layla liked to do things just as they came to her. That's probably what got her in trouble most of the time. She did things without really thinking about them. The fact that walking around late at night by herself could be dangerous never registered in her head until some creepy stranger was looming in the dark by the corner. And yes, this was bad because she was accident prone. Breaking legs and things of that nature aren't new to her. Layla was a girl that didn't mind getting a little dirty or suffering from a few cuts and bruises. "I just like to do things my way. Just want to have fun while I still can." Shrugging again she folded her hands in her lap. Sure her decisions might be a little faulty and stupid, but so far, she didn't really have an regrets. Layla was happy with her life thus far other than the fact that she was hiding a good chunk of herself from her father. She really did love him with all her heart, but she knew he wouldn't approve of her drinking, getting into trouble (even if it was unintentionally), or that she had a tendency to make out/flirt with strangers. Wasn't like she was a slut. Layla just liked being able to kiss guys and cuddle. It was fun and cute. It made her feel like she was wanted. Just don't expect her to actually sleep with a guy though, because she believed that sex was and should be something special. Which was why she was waiting for the right person to have that kind of fun with. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? "Okay, well let's start off saying that I love both of my parents but my mother died a few years ago from breast cancer. I miss her a lot because she was the one who supported me branching out to sort of do my own thing." Layla smiles and shows no signs of tears because after missing her mother for a few years, she'd taught herself to only think of the good memories that the two of them shared together. Sometimes she would still catch herself crying when she was alone, thinking about how she would love nothing more than to just talk to her mom a little while longer because her father wouldn't understand, but right now was not the time to cry. She never liked shedding tears in front of strangers. It was a sign of weakness. "So it's just me and my dad now. But I love him, I swear I do. Sure he's a little more strict about things because of his job, but we get along pretty well I think." There'd only been a few times where the two of them had gotten into arguments. They were mostly about stupid things she'd done and her father found out about. Like drinking while being under the age limit or sneaking off to a party she wasn't supposed to be at. But for the most part, Layla was still daddy's little girl. She was his pride and joy and she tried her best to live up to that expectation while also going off to be her own person. The person she wanted to be. "As for pets, I have a Savannah cat named Giorgio. He's pretty awesome and keeps me company in my quiet little house." AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. Layla stretches her arms out behind her head, growing a little uncomfortable after having been seated in a small, quiet office for quite some time now. The sun outside the window suddenly became ten times more interesting than the question she has to answer. Her gaze lingered out on the few people walking by before she eventually forced herself to look back at the interviewer. "My story isn't all that interesting. Grew up with a father in the navy and a mother who was the light of his life. She brought out the lighter side of him. They'd been married for around ten years when she died." Smiling faintly down at her hands she thought back on memories of her parents. They were always quite the loving couple, even if her dad was always away and they were always having to move from place to place. Her mother had been the light of his life. She made her father, Eric, a lot softer a man. Whenever his mother around, the steely personality he kept up because of his job quickly faded away, even more so when they'd brought her into the world. Layla and Sophia were the apples of Eric's eye. He'd told her that much when it was just the two of them in the house after her mother had died. It broke her heart to think that her father was going to have to live a life without the person he loved and it also killed her to think that now her mother was gone and she'd be by herself most of the time because work didn't stop just because a family member died. Her dad still had to leave her and she was left to live with her aunt and uncle in Brunswick while he was away. Sometimes, over the summer, she was able to travel places with him, but for the most part, she stayed settled in her quiet little hometown. "Because my father is in the navy, we got to travel a lot. Especially when I was little. My mother was still there to take care of me, so we went to places around the country like California and Hawaii. Just to name two of my favorites." She grinned at this, her face lighting up like the fourth of July because it wasn't that hard to make out she was a beach bum. Her skin was already glowing thanks to spending as much time as possible out in the sun now that the weather was starting to warm up. "School was a little complicated then because I had to be switched in and out of them a lot. Making friends and staying in touch of them was difficult, but it didn't bother me. I was pretty happy with my mother's company. She was like my rock. Everything seemed to make sense when she explained it to me. Whether it be things about academics or just life in general. It's her fault that I'm such a free spirit. She always told me to follow my heart so that's what I try to do most times." Another fond smile curved her lips as she thought back onto plenty of late nights that were spent on the couch, just talking about the future. But then she cringed, remembering that the future hadn't held a happy ending for her mother. But she'd already mentioned her mother dying so she decided it would be safe to exclude it from her answer this time around. "Obviously I moved back to Brunswick after she passed away to live with my Aunt and Uncle. I'd been seventeen when she died so not quite old enough to look after myself. Having a constant place to stay was nice though, and since my father is getting up there in years, he was repositioned closer to home. Made things easier on both our parts I think." It did once you took out the stress of having a clipped, strict father who loved her but wanted her to play by the rules, more now than ever since he'd just lost one half of his heart and a daughter who just wanted to go out and live. There'd been plenty of arguments that ended in hugging and tears, promises to be careful, especially after that night. Layla shook her head some, as if not wanting to recall the full memory of what had happened. "Now I'm almost done college and all that good stuff, so yeah. Not sure what's going to happen to me next, but I guess we'll have to wait and see, yeah?" Layla nodded, always looking forward to having a bright and happy future that hopefully involved a future love life. A solid, stable one that she could hold on to. One that didn't involve having to cuddle up to cute strangers just to feel a little less lonely. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. "Woah, what?" Her eyes widened at this question, obviously surprised and unwilling to answer. She gripped the edge of her seat, staring down the interview in hopes that she would crack and say she didn't have to answer, but that never came and she was forced to release a nervous sigh. "Fine, you win. Uh... where to start?" The brunette shifted uncomfortable, a sickening feeling creeping up on her as she forced herself to remember every detail of the night. The one that almost ended her life. "Well, I'd snuck out with a bunch of friends one night... my dad was home so I had to climb through the window to go. A few of my friends and I went up into the woods near the lake, but we went to the spot where there's that cliff that everyone jumps off of. You know the one, right?" Layla pulls in a deep, shaky breath, grip still tightening on the arms of the chairs until her knuckles turn white. "We were all messing around, drinking and having fun... then a few of my friends thought it would be funny to pretend to push me off the ledge... only I slipped and fell over the edge. I was drunk and unstable, so I lost my balance. The fall wasn't long, but the water was deep and I'd lost my ability to swim. Sucked in a lot of water and couldn't breathe. I was unconscious by the time one of my friends jumped in and performed CPR. Don't remember that though." She shrugged, only remembering the feeling of water filling her lungs and then losing the ability to breathe because she blacked out thanks to lack of oxygen. Then she woke up in her bed with her father sitting by her bed. He'd been up all night and crying. It killed her to know that she'd done that to him, but she cried and apologized and promised never to do something that stupid again. "Anyway, because of that, I'm... afraid of water. Deep water I mean. I can't go out too far into the lake or ocean. I can deal with the water being up to my hips, but that's about it. Boats aren't fun either because I'm afraid of Falling overboard or something. So there. I'm afraid of water. That's my secret." ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! "I just want to be happy with my life, maybe get over my fear, fall in love, become an art teacher or something. I don't want much. I just want to find genuine happiness." She replied without really thinking, just saying words that came to her head because she was still a little shaken for having to open up about the worst night of her life. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. "Yeah, no problem. See ya." Layla quickly gets up from her chair, smiles politely, and waves before making her exit. BEHIND THE MASK LEAH | SIXTEEN | EASTERN | <.< | beau/dani/karson/nixon/gio/audrey xD |
