Post by SAVANNAH JO KENNEDY on Feb 24, 2013 18:11:14 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] SAVANNAH J. KENNEDY EIGHTEEN | HETEROSEXUAL | JUNIOR | HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT | NINA DOBREV THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Sure thing. My parents named me Savannah Jo Kennedy, but a lot of people call me Sav, though, so I guess that's also acceptable. Whatever you want, really. I'm not picky. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? I'm just a student. Junior in high school, even though I'm eighteen. I got failed last year. Trying to focus and turn that shit around. I do a lot of art, though, and sometimes that gets sold. Good way to make money. I also work as a waitress at the No. 10 Water restaurant, so I guess you could find me there after school and on weekends. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? I paint and draw pretty well. I've always been a creative kid. It's an outlet. I stay up way too late doing it [laughs]. But yeah. I also like music. Can't play anything, but I'll listen to it forever. I drink a lot of coffee, too. Black. Anything else is way too sweet. I' m more of a spicy food person... I could eat Thai for days. I'm not very sporty, but I've been to California a few times and I always surf. I think I've got a longboard somewhere, too. I don't really like animals, except for fish, because they don't bark or bite or scratch or peck. But yeah. I just like to hang out with my friends a lot. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? I guess? I'm a pretty social person, I like to think. I'm just... I don't know. My sister says I'm closed off and distant. I just like my privacy. I know I can get really upset over things that aren't a big deal, and I know that I can be a real bitch sometimes. But I guess the people worth having around will stick through that for the good parts. I'm really caring and I am super defensive about all the people that are important to me. Mama bear mentality and whatnot. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? My family's alright. Parents trust me enough to leave me alone, pretty much let me do my own thing. I guess they feel like I'm responsible, with my job and my new hard working attitude. They must've done something right with me in the long run. I've got an older sister, too. She's the most important person in the world to me. I tell her everything. If you hurt her, I'll put you in the damn hospital. It's just that simple. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. I don't really know what to tell you. I had an average childhood, really. Middle class family of four. Never went without anything I needed. I grew up playing with a bunch of kids in the neighborhood, had lots of friends. Everything was normal. I was kind of a weird kid, but who wasn't? I started drawing at a really young age, and my parents encouraged me, let me grow. I went to little kiddie birthday parties and school. I got into a few fights, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was a tough girl, kind of tomboyish. I liked it, though. Still do. Anyway, I grew up and started causing more trouble. Never really got caught by any adults, but I still learned from my mistakes. Got into partying real bad my first junior year, and that lead me to failing out. Trying again this year. Cleaned up my act. And I don't really think you need to know much else about me. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. My secret is that I don't have a secret. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! I think I just want to be an artist. There's nothing else I'm really passionate about. After I graduate, that's probably what I'll do. There's an art gallery not too far from here, and the local coffee shops love to buy from me. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. Yeah, you too. Thanks a lot. BEHIND THE MASK ADDIE | FIFTEEN | EASTERN | I KNOW CHAR | NONE YET. it'd been too long since she'd gone out. just been with people. and maybe for a good reason- she was a time bomb nowadays. going off at random times on random people for no reason. she was a mess, in all honesty, and she knew it. she felt like one, and she looked like one. after her encounter with sawbones, or crash, or whatever he was, they'd stitched her up and made her as okay as they could. it was ugly. syn hated it. but did that stop her from wearing shorts and revealing tops? no. the lines and stitches were just bothersome, she could deal with it. bothersome. that was all. just like the limp she was left with in the leg that he'd seriously injured. bothersome. they were all speed bumps, but not road blocks. but the worst were the feelings. she hated them. it was a mix of sadness and loneliness and hatred, and she couldn't deal with those. feelings led to irrational decisions and dangerous ideas. neither of those were things that she needed at this moment. the best way to get rid of unwanted feelings were to kill them, and the best way to kill them was to drown them with alcohol. ah, moonshine. stronger than most of the beverages she'd come in contact with, which was good, because that was exactly what she needed. some people drank for fun, or because they liked the feeling, or the taste. synthetic cyanide couldn't give two shits about any of that. she drank to forget, to not feel. to destroy the gargling emptiness that crept inside her ribcage and threatened to explode, to kill her from the inside out. shine gave her a buzzing feeling, a numbness, and made her more aggressive than usual, but that was better than the alternative. on the way to her truck, she pulled on her leather jacket. it hadn't always been hers, and it was a good deal too large for her petite frame. it was edge's. but it was hers now, and she would be hard pressed to give it up. shaking her head, she forced the thoughts out of her head. typically, she could go everywhere with that jacket without a thought about edge. hurt too much to think about. smacking her hands against the steering wheel, she pushed the gas pedal down harder, determined to get to the sucker punch. by any means possible. she couldn't end up anywhere else or she'd die. after executing a haphazard parking maneuver, she got out and took a deep breath. she could smell the booze from here, mixed with sweat and blood and desire. she was home. she strode in with a purpose, one foot after the other, head held high and eyes narrow. her limp was noticeable, but she forced herself not to think much of it. the second she became insecure about it was the exact instant someone would find that weakness and hold it against her in some way. there was some sort of riot going on in the middle, but that was to be expected. she waltzed right through the middle of it, easily weaving between those fighting and those watching and those encouraging all of it. girl working behind the bar looked ill, but then again, this place was full of disgusting things and disgusting people. synthetic cyanide couldn't really be surprised that she looked unwell. running a hand through her hair, she banged on the counter. "can i get some damn shine around here? god. 's not like ya got anything better to do." rolling her eyes, she turned to the side and froze. no. standing not that far from her was someone who looked one hell of a lot like edge. it couldn't be edge, though, because edge was dead. she'd seen him around a lot right after his death, but it was never him. just her imagination, or someone who sort of looked like him. shaking her head, she turned away, took a few deep breaths, then turned back. still there. still him. some shine was set beside her, and she grabbed it, eyes wide. her free hand reached for her laser, tucked in the back of her skirt. what if he was just like crash? what if he was bli? taking a few big gulps of the moonshine, she set it back on the counter, removing her hand from her gun. there was no need to panic, no need to cause a scene. calmly, she turned and made her way towards the far wall, not looking over her shoulder or anything. dangerous move. bad idea. looked suspicious and that wasn't what she needed. instead of leaving, she decided to wait him out. making her way into the ladies' room, she let the door close behind her. empty aside from a couple starting to get hot and heavy in the corner that left when they realized they would have an audience. turning on the sink, she stared at the water and looked up in the grimy mirror. alright. she was alright. it was just her imagination. |
