Post by FIONA ARIZONA PETROV on Jul 5, 2013 14:44:10 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] FIONA A. PETROV TWENTY FOUR | HETEROSEXUAL | WAITRESS | COLLEGE | ALEXANDRIA DEBERRY THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? /sits down in an empty room, ari is chewing bubble gum and is wearing her hair down. she just put her cell phone away and looks at the interviewee with her big blue eyes hello. i'm fiona arizona petrov. you can call me arizona or ari. just not fiona, please- that's reserved for sammi. and sammi only. anyways, yeah, you should call me ari. that's what everyone calls me anyways. i know you think i'm going to be some sort of stuck-up, preppy pretty cheerleader, just because i want you to call me arizona or ari. but honestly, don't judge a book by it's cover- please excuse the cliche. but seriously. don't judge. /rolls eyes and shrugs her shoulders. she crosses her legs and quickly checks her phone again before crossing her arms and blowing a bubble. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? well, i'm glad that makes one of us. i can't stand the name fiona, but that's just me. anyways- i'm currently a waitress. it was either that or being like a stripper- and sammi would kill me if she found out. but yeah, i needed a job that would pay well so that i could pay for college and pay to support us and everything. i also tutor high schoolers, you know- stop looking so surprised okay! i'm smart. i'm not a dumb blonde, okay? anyways, yeah. i'm a waitress. speaking of which, you should come visit me sometime! i'll give you a discount. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? /hold up iphone with battle cats open well, obviously i like playing battle cats. but also, i like going on tumblr and taking pictures- you know instagramming and taking selfies and stuff like a regular girl? hmm. i guess i like partying too, you know going out for drinks and dancing. it takes the stress away. oh oh oh! i also really like writing, i'm a poet. you know, since i'm was english major and all- we're the overly dramatic ones. well, i'm was also a psych major too. double majoring anyways- yeah, i'm always on tumblr. like always, constantly. it's my life. um what do i like? i like baking, i also bake when i'm stressed. i guess i like cats, i also like reading. um. i'm also interested in music, i like listening to it and dancing to it. but i'm tone deaf. huh, i really love watching tv marathons. like suits and white collar and once upon a time and pretty little liars and grey's anatomy- i'm in med school too. i want to be a psychiatrist when i grow up, did i mention that? yeah, i like listening to other people's problems and helping them out. i dislike.. i dislike dogs and winter. dogs and winter. dogs and winter, and i think that's it? oh, long sleeves too. and parkas, i don't like them. they just make me uncomfortable. dogs scare me- and butterflies. oh my god, butterflies scare the heck out of me. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? wow, you must think i'm a train wreck and just random. but yeah, i guess that's me. but i'm also studious; i can be really focused. especially when i see something that i want. i will always get what i want. umm. i'm pretty secretive i guess, i don't like telling people about my personal life cause well it's personal okay? i mean, i guess i'm pretty bubbly. i don't like keeping still, i like going out and doing stuff. there are two kinds of people in this world, you know that right? there are the doers and the sitters. the sitters, well they just sit around and wait for things to happen to them and then they start to do something about it. but the doers? they go out and make things happen. that's the type of person i am. i'm not patient, i don't like waiting. i like to take control of my life. /laughs it's ridiculous, i know. but i get really passionate about the things that i believe in, the things that are important to me. i'm the type of person that other people can come to in hopes of lifting up their spirits or solving their problems. i like that. i like being dependable and being there for people. it's just the type of person i am, you could say. what else.. i get pissy really easily you could say. i'm a bitch. i can be a total bitch if you piss me off, but i get over it. grudges? i don't hold them. but i won't hold back what i'm thinking either. i will speak everything that is on my mind. it's better not to keep secret feelings and everything. cause that's stupid. why would you not want to tell someone you love them when you have no idea if they might be the one? you never really know when your last day on earth might be. so i like to live life without regrets, yolo, right? /despite laughing, ari looks very serious before giving another smile and checking her phone again with a sigh A COOL CAT LIKE YOU MUST HAVE A TON OF SUITORS FLOCKING TO YOU, HUH? you could say that again. /sly smile although, i'm not in a serious relationship right now. i've had a total of about two boyfriends actually. it's not really that much. and um, lots of sexual partners. a lot of them- please don't tell sammi, she'll freak because she's pretty much been in love with the same guy since forever now. and i just think that's stupid. i don't believe in love, i guess you could say. for me, at least, most guys just come up to me at the bar or at the club, thinking. oh hey look, it's a pretty blonde with a nice rack". they don't expect anything more. which makes me mad, you know? like i step into med school, and they all doubt that i should be there. they're surprised that i even made it out of high school without getting pregnant. god, i'm on the pill. are med students really that stupid? ugh. but anyways, everyone falls in love with what the eye can see. not what brains you have or anything. most guys that i've had sex with, they don't care if i'm in med school or anything. they don't care which is why i don't believe in anything but sex and lust i guess. i mean, all most guys think and want when they come see me is like "oh, she must be good and fun to play with in bed." and i don't really expect anything more from them now. is that so bad? COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? the only family that i have is my sister sammi. she's amazing. she was the one who took me under her wing. we left together and we've lived together ever since. i guess she's protective of me, she really wants me to do the right thing and be with the right person and everything. which is really sweet, but sometimes, i feel like i'm suffocating you know? like. i'm an adult and i don't need her hanging over my shoulder for everything, but i love her. i admire her for having the guts to move out and take me with her and we've worked so hard. she's worked so hard to keep this roof over our heads and i want to make her happy and i want to help her as much as i can. i just really want her to be happy. and i want us to stay best friends forever. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. /glares at interviewee, rolls eyes and snaps i lived in a small house with sammi and my father. i didn't know what was going on, but daddy beat sammi. when i was fifteen, daddy started beating me. so sammi and i ran away when i was sixteen and we came to brunswick. it was hard, we both worked really hard in order for us to have a roof over our heads and food on our plates and all that other crap. don't you dare feel sorry for me. anyways, yeah sammi and i started to grow really close- we became you know, dependent on each other. we still live in the same house and we still look after each other. she's in law school now, and i'm in med. i guess, i guess it worked out better than anyone could have expected since we both became pretty successful. yeah. that's it. that's all, ok, so go away. /after more prodding ari starts to tear up, she blinks the tears away and then snaps again. angry she crosses her arms again and breathes heavily before answering look. i don't want to talk about it. i gave you the facts. that should be good enough, okay? What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. i'm a cheater. i cheat in relationships. i cheated on my tests. i cheated on my mcat . i plagarized my book reports. i plaragrized my portfolio. i'm.. i'm a terrible person.. but, yeah. i'm a cheater. but i- i don't get caught. i'm smart enough for that. i know, that i'm smart. it's just that sometimes.. i don't know. cheating and never getting caught, once? i- it makes me feel invincible. like nothing can touch me. nothing can hurt me. i'm just waiting to get caught. please, don't tell anyone. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! i attended the high school here. i was in colorguard, which i guess is a pretty preppy but nerdy sport. but okay. yeah, i graduated as valedictorian and i went off to the local college, because i didn't want to leave sammi and it was rough trying to keep up the funds and everything. so yeah. anyways, i graduated with a double major in english, a concentration in creative writing. and psychology, so i could become a psychiatrist when i grew up. so anyways, i got into med school. which was a big surprise for my sister, cause she went into law. i guess it's funny huh. the beating cause of daddy, it made us take different occupations that were a result of that i guess. law- cause justice and everything. but yeah, medicine. so you can treat it. you can heal the bruises and everything.. i guess you could say that. anyway, yeah. i want to help people. i really want to help people- so i want to become a really great psychiatrist when i grow up. i really want to. oh, and a famous tumblr blogger wouldn't be that bad either. follow me on tumblr! /laughs AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. i'm sure it was. i'll see you around! /whispers at the restaurant! BEHIND THE MASK LIZZIE | SEVENTEEN | EASTERN | SITEHOPPING | NONE liz was staring into eyes that reminded her of eleven years ago and lessons he taught her that nothing in life is fair. she was standing with her own feet rooted into the ground like new flowers desperately clinging on to the earth, trying not to be pulled away by the wind. as she looked into the eyes of her peer, she realized how little both of them had changed. she was still like an american summer with lips longing for disaster. she was still like a walking cliché with deep sky blue eyes like july longing for adventure. she had been hard wired to make mistakes and that is all she has ever known. she had been waiting to leave ever since she found there were paths that were willing to take her anywhere she wanted to go. but she wouldn't go. she wouldn't walk down the back roads where no one had explored before, she wouldn't wander down and lose track of expectations, of responsibilities. she wouldn't lose her mind, or bury herself in her past and construct a new her with eloquent words that could make up dreams filled with gritted teeth and anchors and the sea. she wanted to leave and only come back home when her heart was soaked- except when it rained, she locked herself inside of her house and buried her nose in her books.she shut herself off but she longed to play with fire. she is like a walking irony. she is the sunlight peeked over the horizon, and she ran towards dawn. it left her breathless and each light illuminated her face to reveal eyes that danced across the earth. she is spring, but she is more than spring. spring is more than her. for the first time in a long time, she didn't mind being up before the birds. everything was so much quieter before the sun rose above the trees, and these were the morning where liz found herself by the lake, staring at her own reflection. wondering what others thought of her the first time they saw her and her mess of brown hair and her nervous habit of biting her lips. she wondered if they wanted to find out who the the mysterious stranger from alaska was, she wanted to know if they wanted to want to find out. or if they wanted to shut her off, oust her, ostracize her like they had taken her own mother and torn the poor, loyal, prostitute to pieces because she had a child out of wedlock. liz knew nothing lasted forever, and she, herself, had always been a prime example. who would have thought that this small town would welcome eventually her back in with open arms after they had learned her father was their governor. who would have thought that for the first time in almost twenty three years, they thought of her and her father's sideways smile and equated liz as equals. who would have thought that she would now be deemed as a proper citizen and worthy to be called an equal. this town was something she could never completely wrap her head around. liz wondered what it would feel like to fall asleep at night under a blanket of comfort instead of having to look around to make sure that her little apartment in the slums was safe. she wondered what it would feel like to be able to look up and not see the constellations judging her. she wondered if the sky would have the same effect- she wondered if she would ever be able to connect the dots and try to figure out what they was trying to tell them- if they were trying to tell them anything. she wondered how alike and how different she would be under these different circumstances. she wondered if she would feel any less hunted as she felt here. her throat felt like sandpaper as she tried to swallow her own curiosity away. curiosity killed the cat- as they always said. she didn't want the weight of her own thoughts to crush her down, leaving nothing but bundles of mistakes where her bones should be. she wanted to leave all of her mistakes buried in the past, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to forget the way that they gave her that sideways frown like she was a stranger. like she was the only worthless thing left in the world, and that they had to eradicate her. she tried to understand how this town's hatred of prostitutes and devil-childs was more than just an ideology, more than just part of a code that they had dedicated their lives to, more than just a thought that was deeply embedded into the culture of this small town in south dakota, how it became more than her and her mother. except, liz found herself here with the boy she had found herself trying to catch a second glimpse of at every town meeting, and she still didn't know why. so desperate to understand what was different about him from all the other boys, she opened her mouth. she knew it would be a bad idea, a repeat of the past- history always had a way of repeating itself. but she was only left with her own heart beat, the sound of the most honest song, bum bum bum like marching snares in the heart of august. she made melodies and memories, the only reminders of things she couldn't get back. she closed her eyes and listen to the hum of her rhythm, the sound of his breathing would become her beat, and a distant memory that would keep time in the background. bum bum bum. liz opened her eyes again. she knew that she would be lost again tomorrow, she knew that they would be strangers before they knew it, so she gave a sideways smile as she made another mistake today. “remember me?” |
