DUMAS, EMERY JANE

[EMERY JANE DUMAS]

[atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] EMERY J. DUMAS 19 | BICURIOUS | MODEL | COLLEGE STUDENT | BARBARA PALVIN THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Emery paused, a charming smile easily settling itself on her pink-tinted lips. "It's my pleasure, really." In truth, she would have rather been anywhere else, but it was impossible to tell from the lovely expression on her face and cheery tone. She took a seat in the rather plain chair behind her before fixing eye contact and continuing. "My name's Emery Jane Dumas, but Emery will do. Only my parents ever throw in my middle name into a conversation." Shrugging, Emery crossed her legs and smoothed the form-fitting dress over her legs. "No one has ever called me anything else." That wasn't entirely true. Nicknames had been thrown at her for her entire life, but none ever stuck. Emery neglected to mention what happened to the one girl who called her Emmy back in high school; one pretty girl's social life ruined. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? Nodding, Emery found herself already getting bored. Her life had consisted of so many interviews running together that they quickly all became a blur. Oh well. Best to get it over and done with as quickly as possible. "I'm a model. My mother got me into it, taking me to countless photographers and agencies when I was only five. I probably saw more countries by the time I got into high school than people see in their entire lives. I really enjoyed working and spending time with my mother." Emery was lying, but she didn't flinch at all. She loved modeling, but having her mother insist on coming along to practically every shoot was less than ideal. "But now I'm going to college too so I don't work as much. I'm an Art major, specifically photography. My mother says knowing what goes on behind the camera will help me in front of it. I'm sure." A sarcastic edge had slid into her tone, leaving a biting hint of resentment, but her smile never faltered. Emery had never had plans to attend college, at least not seriously, but it was essential to keeping up appearances with her parents. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? It was nearly impossible not roll her eyes for the next question and she suppressed a laugh. Did this interview suddenly turn into a blind date? "You know, normal things, I suppose. I'm always up for parties, having a good time with friends, shopping, and traveling to anywhere really. I'm not someone that can sit around, even for a short period of time. I have to constantly be on the go." She paused, biting her lower lip softly as she tried to think of more. "Let's see...I enjoy chai lattes, exercising, thunderstorms, loud music, foreign languages, modeling, and meeting new people... certain people," She corrected, a smirk working onto her lips, "And I really hate soda, scuba diving, college, and my father." Emery left it at that, briefly glancing away to stare at the pattern on the carpet. She strategically left out some of thing she truly enjoyed in life. Unless interviewing for a spot in rehab, she knew it wasn't clever to divulge her love of alcohol, weed, and other drugs. Always up for a good time, Emery was known amongst her friends to push the limits and try anything at least once. But for the interview, her answers would serve their purpose. Lifting her blue eyes back up to the interviewer, her smirk disappeared to be replaced with a sickly sweet smile. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? "Yeah, I guess I could say they do. I'm a really social person and I thrive in situations where I'm surrounded by others. My friends always say I'm the life of the party and I think they're right." Emery realized that it sounded selfish, but she shrugged it off and continued. Being a tad selfish was hardly the worst of her habits. "And I think that's why I hate college. Parties, or any social gathering really, can be found everywhere. All college does is give you bullshit on top of those parties. Why should I sit through class all day just to get to those parties? Some people love it, but it's just really not my thing. The parties are my thing." She paused, her eyebrows raising slightly. "And modeling. I can be myself and I have room to roam, spread my wings, all that good stuff." Emery had always wanted to broaden her horizons and it was one of the very reasons she enjoyed modeling so much. If only her mother hadn't tagged along so often...her doting attention was almost sickening at times. "I like to be independent and kind of just forge my own path." But that certainly didn't mean she was against taking her father's money. She had started out easy, stealing a $50 bill every so often to go shopping. Her parents never suspected their perfect little daughter and simply chalked it up to misplacement. Only when Emery started partying, developing an undeniable desire for alcohol and drugs, did her father start to question what was going on. But a few well-placed items in the possession of their housekeeper kept her father at bay and provided a new opening for a maid at the Dumas household. Better the housekeeper than her. And truly what did her father expect? Up until her 18th birthday, they kept everyone of her paychecks from modeling. She may have acted sweet to their faces, but she certainly didn't take that lying down. A COOL CAT LIKE YOU MUST HAVE A TON OF SUITORS FLOCKING TO YOU, HUH? "Suitors? Unless we're talking about flings here." Emery replied nonchalantly, strumming her fingers on the arms of the chair. "Romance isn't really my stye. I tend to get bored easily, shuffling through guys on a regular basis. I've had boyfriends, sure, just not for very long. And I guess you could say I have a thing for girls too...mostly when I'm partying though. I've never dated a chick, but I'm attracted to them. I may give it a go for a night or two. Who knows?" She'd always been a flirt, but she supposed that played off her penchant for social interaction. Whether being sincere or not, Emery knew her way around a conversation and into someone's pants for that matter. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? "I guess they're not the worst family ever, but I'm not particular fond of them either. My father, he's a right ass. I remember him being around more when I was really young, but he started going away more and more on business as the years went on. My brother and I never see him. I can't say that I'm sorry though. Whenever he's around, everything just changes and not for the better. Mom is really overbearing and perfectly preoccupied with upholding our family name. She insists that my brother and I keep up appearances, making sure our grades were always top of the line and that only the best photographers took our pictures." Emery breathed out, a short laugh filling the room. "Yeah, she turned him into a model too." "Emerson, my brother, is really the only one I really get along with. We're close, even in age. He's barely a year older than me and you could probably say we're like two peas in a pod. We get each other. And thank goodness for that or I may have gone crazy by now." AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. An eyebrow raised as the questions turned to her past and she scoffed, shaking her head lightly."Why don't you pick up a copy of "The Secret Lives of Millionaires' Daughters"? That should tell you all you need to know." She paused, waiting for a reaction that didn't come. No? Well, if you insist. Let's see, I'm not from Brunswick, not originally. My parents moved us here from Los Angeles when I was finishing up my junior year of high school and I bet you can guess how that went over. Apparently, it made it easier for my father to work since most of his business was located on the East Coast and he grew up in Brunswick anyways." "But before that, life was relatively normal by Dumas standards. Modeling shoots, traveling, no father in sight, and an overattentive mother can pretty much sum up my childhood. I had a lot of friends in school, but probably an equal amount of enemies. I have a bit of a temper on me and perhaps, slightly, a sense of entitlement, but what rich girl doesn't? Certain people just found it impossible to stay out of my way until they realized what I could do to their lives. And I'm not sorry for any of it. I mean, I think I'm a pretty friendly and fun person unless you want to start shit." "Anyways, I started getting into partying when I was around fourteen. I hung out with my brother and let's face it, he's probably not the best influence, but I obviously didn't mind. Drinking soon led to drugs, which before I knew it, led to sex. It's like my time to escape from the fake charade held up by my naive mother and ignorant, probably cheating, father." "I think I really hit my stride when I moved to Brunswick though. Of course, I was rebelling from my parents making us move and what else would you expect? I was so skilled at keeping it under wraps by now though that my parents never even saw what was happening. I guess you could say I'm a master manipulator. I'd take it as the greatest of compliments." What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. Emery smirked and ran a hand through her hair, realizing that her interest in this interview had faded so quickly she'd divulged some of the very things she swore to keep mum. But oh well. "Oh, surely you've guessed by now? You could say I lead quite the convincing double life. My parents see me as their perfect little girl, destined for stardom, with an impressive amount of intelligence and a future degree to boot. Unfortunately for them, they're wrong. Right under their noses, I'm enjoying life my way. I paid honor students - with my father's money - to do a large amount of my homework and keep my grades where my mother expected them to be. I party without reservations, doing everything and anything that sounds remotely fun. But I keep that side of me neatly packed up, wrapped with a bow, so that my parents can continue on in their ignorance. In fact, Emerson is the only person from that part of my life that knows about my secret and he'd never tell. I keep my friends from both worlds separate to ensure that no one ever finds out. It's quite brilliant, actually." Emery smiled smugly. Hearing it out loud made her feel even better about the tangled web she'd weaved. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! "I really just want to get out of this place. I'd like to stick with modeling, but keep my mother out of it. I need to get out on a my own and fully live my life the way I want to." AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. "Well, that was interesting to say the least...if my secret's safe with you." BEHIND THE MASK ELLE | 23 | EASTERN | BROWSING ADS | NONE After Callia had returned to her dorm the other night, she had only been slightly worried about the boy she met trying to find her. Despite being anxious about it for most of their time together, the last couple minutes had instilled a sense of calm in her, saying that he really wasn’t that interested to track her down like some kind of animal. Besides, she knew he could easily find another girl who was probably much more pleasing to his eyes. So the next day, after not running into him anywhere, she forgot about him almost entirely. It had been her goal from the start and she secretly thanked him for just leaving her alone. Her mind refocused itself on her work then and for the past couple days, she had been more engrossed than ever in her photography and dance. Knowing that most of the dance practices were held in the early morning, Callia scheduled herself a time slot in the late-afternoon. By then, most people would be done with classes and spending time outside or in town. It was perfect for her to rehearse in secret, although even she didn’t truly know what she was practicing for. Almost a year had gone by since her last performance and no matter how hard she tried to get over the embarrassing incident, Callia still couldn’t bring herself to dance in front of people. She knew there would never be a way to guarantee it would never happen again, but she wasn’t ready to trust herself to just go out there and deal with it. Instead of dealing with anything, Callia prefers to ignore things and hope fiercely that they’ll just fade away on their own. She changed in the dressing rooms behind the auditorium, simply putting on a black leotard with matching tights. Her feet appeared barefoot for the most part, but she wore nude leather foot thongs, to help her grip the floor better when she was dancing. Looking in one of the full-length mirrors, she frowned at herself as she put her hair up into a messy bun. Callia hated wearing black, especially since it gave her an even slimmer appearance than normal. She thought briefly that it would take an unconventional guy to be attracted to her lacking figure. However, her muscles were lean and toned, making her appear lithe and graceful; two attributes that she was fairly sure guys were into…or at least she hoped. Flitting out of the dressing rooms, Callia ran across the stage and pressed the play button on the boom box. The music played softly as she moved off stage again, stretching for some time behind the large red curtains. After some time, she smiled to herself, hearing the song change into the gentle melody that she had choreographed her dance to. Standing up, Callia stepped out onto the stage and began dancing immediately. Her body moved gracefully, twisting and bending in ways that were all but impossible if you weren’t impeccably trained. Every part of her moved to the music and she used it to her advantage, as a medium to express all of her emotions. She danced almost as if in a dreamlike state, letting the melody carry her body effortlessly across the stage in an endless number of flips and spins. When the music finally ended, she posed for a brief moment, a delighted smile lighting up her face. It was then that the sound of clapping alerted her senses and she looked out into the audience, a nervous look playing across her features. Up until then, Callia had been entirely unaware that she was not alone. She would never have even thought about dancing if she had known and the thought that someone had been spying on her made her cringe with annoyance. Once she caught sight of him, her face changed drastically and she practically scowled at the boy. “Well, that is one of your main goals in life, right? To make every girl take their clothes off for you?” Her tone was heavily sarcastic, returning once again to how their meeting at the diner had gone and not how the night had ended. Callia at least had good reason to be bothered by him now so she felt justified. She walked across the stage then to retrieve her cd from the boom box, placing it in its case. Exasperated, Callia hopped off of the stage and walked right up to the boy. “It’s rude to spy on people, you know? Why are you even here?” Her eyes focused steadily on his for a moment, trying to convey to him that she was not happy to see him. Reaching up to take her hair band out, she let her hair fall down around her face, shaking her head softly. She kept still then, waiting for him to give her a good answer.

[❥ CAPTAIN CHAR]

[atrb=style,width: 350px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] ACCEPTED WELCOME TO BACKSEAT SERENADE & DON'T FORGET YOUR CLAIMS Hi, I'm Char. We're going to be best friends. Why? I am in love with your writing! Ahh! -fangirl scream- Emery is just so vivid and wonderful! Her sass comes through perfectly in her dialogue, too! I have to say that I'm always a little wary of rich families in such a small town, but I think you hit it out of the park by making her father from Brunswick originally. It totally makes sense why he'd want to come back. Ah! Just perfection! Welcome to the site!