Post by JOSEF CASPER NORLING on May 6, 2013 22:32:26 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] JOSEF C. NORLING 26 | HETEROSEXUAL | RESCUE SQUAD FIREFIGHTER | EMERGENCY CREW | TYLER HOECHLIN THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? "Would you like my full name, or any given name for that matter? Because I don't mind giving you my name, I just don't care for you to laugh at my name. Everyone laughs at my name because for whatever reason it's funny to laugh about when it's really not. Josef Casper Norling. Yes I know my middle name is the name of that cartoon and that movie, Casper. And no it's not funny. Maybe you should go look up the meaning of what Casper and where it originated from and then maybe you would understand why my parents named me that." THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? "My job should be very important considering I help deal with fires, rescue people, and help out the police at times. So I bet you wouldn't have guessed what my job was even if I don't you those things would you? Well I'm going to tell you anyways. I'm a firefighter. Part of the Rescue Squad Division. So my job description is fire search and rescue. So it should be really easy to figure out I hope, if you saw me in action then everything would be clear as day to you. Nothing too complicated, just a little more exciting than just firefighting." INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? "I do a lot of things for fun. But the activity that I do the most is play baseball. It high school and college I played on the team. I was pretty good. Playing and winning state for high school, and got pretty far in college, but never truly made it to the end. Though that doesn't let me back down from playing with friends and fellow firefighters. Because trust me they all want me on their team, and it's a hard enough decision to choose what side I want to be on. Though there are plenty of other things I do with my time to have fun. Or in my case of fun, probably not your definition of fun per se. But I have to keep my figure in tip top shape because one always has to be ready on the job for anything. And you never really see a fat, wimpy firefighter anywhere now do you? Because I don't always see them on the job, always in the offices doing paper work and such. But I'm sure there are other activities I do, but I highly doubt you want to hear the rest of what I do for fun. Because there is a long list and I'm really not up to sharing everything that I do." WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? "I can say baseball was a very important part of my life. My entire family supported me throughout my career during high school and college. So with a background of playing baseball, I'm pretty active and athletic to say the least. I tend to care more about what I eat to stay in shape as a firefighter. Because without the exercise and focus of keeping your body in shape, can cause down time and one can lose time in trying to save a life. Staying in shape is important to me and everyone in my squad. I'm not a health nut or anything, but I do try and make a say on what we eat because the biggest factor in a firefighter's diet means a lot. More firefighters die because of their diet, and die of heart disease than from fires and rescues. So it's not a reminder for me to keep myself healthy and in shape. With being athletic aside, I'm a pretty friendly guy. Jokes come pretty easy, but like the ones played on other people. The pranks that are for fun and help people bond together, that's something I can get a laugh out of it. The fire house is full of the nooks and crannies that are easy to place anything in there to help with keeping our attention alert and actually help us focus while down on time before a call comes in and we are needed. Playing those pranks helps us stick together and bond in the case we are needed to help one another other in a situation where a person is down and needs help. Besides it's not like a bite or anything, maybe just nibble a bit here and there. So I'm pretty friendly and I'm sure I can answer any questions that might arise if you have any. Though I must say I'm not like I am in the firehouse, when at home or elsewhere I just seem to be different. I don't really act like the person I usually am. I sort of just hang around my house and do nothing. I act as if I'm lazy and just lounge around for the most part. Only because I've been on my feet and alert for an entire shift, that lasts a lot longer than anyone's day job. So all I feel like doing is just lie around the house and be myself and just relax for the most part. At home I appear misearable to anyone who doesn't truly know me. This guy who wants nothing to do with society for a time and be who I really am. Not that I'm going to say how I really am, but you get the point. I'm not the guy I was back in high school and eventually college. Where I would love to just hang around friends and just party around. Be the guy everyone knew and wanted to be around. Ever since my accident, I've been different. Wanting to be alone for the majority of time itself, and not wanting to bring down the mood for anyone. It might take a few years or so before I'm back to my old self, if that is even possible. One more thing, I put on a face when out in public. A face where everyone would enjoy and actually like being around. Not the face I have at home who is lonely and miserable and is lost, but the face that people actually enjoy seeing. The face they like being around and actually will come up to and talk and hang out for a big. I've changed so much that no one can even tell that I've learned to put this said face on. Because without face I wouldn't be the person everyone enjoys being around, and then where would I be? Without a job? Without a few friends here and there?" COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? "My family and I are really close. In the sense I do call them every now and again when I have the time and I'm not on duty. For the most part I do get along with them and they do know more about my accident than anyone. My father and mother, Kai and Embla, try to send as much things as possible to me, believing that I don't get my fill at work and that I might be starving myself for personal reasons. So I have tons of food stored in my pantry and fridge because of them. My older sister, Gry, and I are really close. Probably closer than my parents. People always assume that we are a couple than brother and sister because we sort of act out in public and give a laugh to each other. Gry has a family of her own, and I'm soon to be uncle with a little one on the way for her. My parents seem happy about it and I should too. As it is, my house is empty. Don't really care for pets as I'm rarely home for the more part because of my job, and such." AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. "My history is... well how should I put it. Different. Different in the sense one might not really understand it because well the majority of it is written in Swedish. I should have mentioned that already, shouldn't I? I'm Swedish and a little bit Norwegian. But I doubt you would have known that. English is actually my third language in the sense that I knew Norwegian first before English. But they are on the same level. I was born in Sweden, but my family moved here when I was like one or so, I believe. My sister was probably two or three years old. Growing up though wasn't too hard on myself. We spoke in Swedish around the house and when my grandparents came around we spoke interchangeably between Swedish and Norwegian. As my grandparents from my mother's side lived in Norway and my father's parents lived in Sweden. So to say the least it was interesting family gatherings. Especially to those people who had no idea what were talking about. To see their faces though, now that was something to take a picture of. Most of our gatherings were at our home in Brunswick, and sometimes we had family outings at the park. Playing with the cousins, while the grown up talked about who knows what. Being little was more interesting than actually being an adult and doing adult things. A hell of lot easier to deal with, without the pressure of wondering how life would be like and on the pressures that the real world has on you. During my high school years, I was on the baseball team because why the hell not. I was already athletic and growing up and throughout elementary and middle school, I did play baseball. So I joined the team during high school and stayed on it throughout my high school years. We won a few state championships too. So I have a few rings on my dresser. Because of baseball career and being so good at the sport, I was able to get a scholarship for it, for the University of Southern Maine. I played on the baseball team there as well, while trying to major in English. It was a pretty simple choice I guess, it's not like anything else interested me besides baseball, and I was doing really well in English throughout high school. During high school though, I fell in love, like most teenage boys do, it's such a cliche I know. My girlfriend, Eloise, and I grew very close to one another before we actually came out as a couple. We were very athletic and loved cheering for one another. We were also competitive in the sense of trying to make one better at a certain sport, but it also us helped us become better at our preferred sport as well. As I played baseball she played soccer (such a weird name for football, but you know Americans are weird that way). So in a way we both became really good at each other's sports enough to help the other one out. So in the end everything worked out for the both of us. She followed me to the University of Southern Maine, as it was only twenty-nine miles from home. It was fairly close to where we could return home on some weekends and visit family and friends that stay there. During one of those outings of going back home, we were invited to a party from one of our high school classmates. It was in an old barn. Which was really big on the inside, surprisingly. And there were a lot of people both in and outside of the barn. We were there for a few hours and eventually snuck up the second floor of the barn where some of the hay was stored. As the party die down, people started leaving and well the owners didn't seem to happy about it, but they were the parents of our classmate, so he would be getting the blame for it anyways. But one of his farmhands, who probably didn't know the first thing about taking care of hay or anything started putting wet hay in the barn. As it started raining, we stayed up top on the second level, staying out of sight while the guy worked. We didn't want to get in anymore trouble, as we were the last ones in the barn after the party had finished. And actually ended up falling asleep while we had waited for the guy to leave. It was maybe a few hours after had fallen asleep did we awake again. We thought the sun was rising and it was getting warmer out. Turned out we were actually stuck within a fire. A fire that one would have thought was started by an arsonist or something instead of some idiot who placed wet hay in the stuffy barn. We tried to find a way out of the barn, but Eloise and I couldn't find a safe way. We started to panic a little, we heard the sirens coming, but I believed they wouldn't make it in time to save us. I told her to jump, and I'd follow behind her. I also told her that I wouldn't let her die. The promise I made back then, crushes my heart every time I remember it. I broke that promise and I wish I could take it back. Take it all back. I wish I could have changed how the story played out, about how we left with everyone else. We didn't even bother and go the party or even return home that weekend. It's the regret that drives me into a small hole, making me want to curl up and die. I didn't leave the barn unharmed though. As she died in my arms, I left with scars. Scars that no one should know about or even see. When the news came on reporting the fire, they left our names out of it, for the respect that was needed. As Eloise has died and I was in critical condition in the burn unit. I was twenty-one and burn all over my body. My face was in perfect condition, the fire had not touched it, but the rest of my body didn't do so well as expected. After spending the entire month or so in the hospital I dropped out of college, the need to go and the drive to go to college, didn't have that spark that it used to have. Since Eloise died, it didn't feel right to stay there. As it was I missed a month of school and that would take a while to try and get my grades up back to where they were. I left, I left my scholarship behind, I left the friends and teammates behind. I left all those that meant something to me behind there in. After the fire, I was interested in trying to save people. That's what lead me to try and become a firefighter. I went through the process that most new firefighter's go through. Becoming a candidate and working with the group of firefighters there until it was expected of me to be fully ready to be welcomed as a full-fledged firefighter. As that happened I was a normal firefighter for a year or so before taking the classes need to transfer over to squad, rescue squad that is." WHAT ABOUT A SECRET? EVERYONE HAS A SECRET. "My secret? You think I have a secret to share? Like I know everyone has secrets, but why do you think I want to share something that is personal to me and me only? It's not like I tell anyone about things that have happened in my life. It doesn't seem like it's their problem or issue to even though. But I'm sure people will find out part of the secret some time or later. Might not know the entire secret. Because I've been hiding it so well over the years. My secret, be warned sounds a little gruesome and a little to good to be true. But I guess I should stop stalling and just say it. I killed my girlfriend. Well technically it wasn't my fault that she died, but I felt responsible for her death. I paid for the consequences, the worse way possible. We were sleeping in a barn, because well we were wasted and fell asleep after a party. And well some idiot brought in hay into the barn, wet. Not something one should really do. And well a few hours after we fell sleep the fire began. It wasn't pretty. Smoke filled the entire upper barn area and we had a hard time trying to find our way out. I managed to find the way, but it was too late for her. She died from smoke inhalation and I got burned. Burned for trying to drag her body out and fire climbing up my entire body. Climbing up my legs, to my torso and my arms before I was saved. But the guilt is the hardest part to deal with and I don't have the guts to tell anyone about anything that happened that night. And I never volunteer myself for the calendar that is for charity because I feel even more guilty showing off my burned scar tissue that I have to live with. My entire body except for my head is covered with wrinkled like skin. But there you have it. My secret. My fucking secret that shouldn't be known, but I'm sure people will find it out somehow." ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! "Haven't I told you enough about my schooling and job stuff? I went to the University of Southern Maine and dropped out. I'm now a rescue squad firefighter. I don't have many dreams set up for myself. Nothing has really interested me enough to make any goals for the future or anything. As of right now, all I want to do is focus on the present and worry about the future some other time." AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. "Yeah, sure whatever. I hope you can find the way out yourself, I have to be somewhere." 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