Post by storm chelsea carroway on Jul 20, 2013 21:44:06 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] STORM C. CARROWAY 17 | HETEROSEXUAL | CANDY STORE CLERK | HIGH SCHOOL | CASSADEE POPE THE INTERVIEW WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SIT DOWN. Taking nervous, hesitant steps into the small interviewing room, Storm takes a brief glance around the room with curious eyes. She notices the bareness of it and how empty it feels. There are a few paintings and pictures on the wall but they don't really show and color or cheeriness to lighten the mood. She's already a little intimidated by the woman seated at the darkly colored desk but she walks with her shoulders straight and her hands at her sides before she takes a seat. Her posture relaxes a little against the cushion of the seat placed in front of the desk but she still sits up straight because she'd been told it was impolite to slouch while growing up. "Good morning." She smiles despite the vague hostility being expressed towards her and folds her hands patiently in her lap. "My names is Storm Chelsea Carroway." Nodding a little, she starts to swing her legs back and forth, once again looking curiously around the room because she finds eye contact somewhat uncomfortable. "My friends like to call me Stormy or raindrop because storm doesn't... fit me I guess." Shrugging her shoulders very slightly, she sits back in her seat and waits patiently for the next question. WHAT, DO YOU NEVER HAVE A DATE? STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT. Storm widens her eyes some at the bluntness of the interviewer but quickly regains her composure and remains neutral. She's become rather used to people speaking to her so harshly and she's trained herself to not really be bothered by it. Some people just had attitudes and there was nothing she could really do about it except ignore it. Most times they stopped because she never gave them the reactions they were looking for and that's usually what a bully wanted. They usually wanted a reaction. "I didn't mean to stare, honest." She smiles kindly but looks down at her hands because apparently it isn't acceptable to look at the other woman. "But I do have boyfriend so I do go out on dates." Timber had been her boyfriend since...well, since she started dating. They've known each other since they were little kids because they were neighbors. She'd always liked him. Had a crush on him since she started befriending him. Then they started dating and she'd fallen in love with him. They were both approaching eighteen which meant they'd be starting their adult lives together and there was no doubt in her mind that they would stick together through it all because they'd made it this far and she doubted she would stray from him. But then again, maybe she was just saying these things because she was foolishly in love. WHATEVER. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHER PEOPLE? "Um... I don't think I really look for anything specific." She glances out the window, considering this question for a moment. What did she look for in people? Well, technically she didn't really look for anything. Storm usually kept to herself and usually let her friends come to her because she didn't really mind being by herself. She could sit by herself in the cafe at school with a book or her guitar and she'd be just fine, but people came up to her and talked to her because she was friendly and interesting to some. So she wasn't necessarily looking for anything in other people. She thought that maybe it would be a plus if they were nice and considerate, but she was the kind of girl who was friends with anyone who felt like they wanted to talk to and have a conversation with her. "I guess I just like people who aren't rude to me." Which, for the most part, tended to be the majority of people since she was almost always polite and respectful towards anyone who talked to her. HOW MISS AMERICA OF YOU. I SUPPOSE YOU VOLUNTEER EXCESSIVELY, TOO? Storm takes to nibbling on the inside of her cheek, thinking about this question. Volunteer work wasn't something that had ever really crossed her mind before. She did, however, do other things. She rather enjoyed singing, playing guitar, and reading. She normally did things that didn't require other people to be with her but the option for company was always open. As far as her job, she worked at a candy store because she liked cheerful atmosphere of the place. "No, I don't actually. But I do teach kids to play guitar sometimes." Since music was the one thing she thought she was really good at. Storm could remembering playing from the moment she was big enough to hold a guitar. Singing came along with that later when her voice started developing a little more and since then she just sort of lived and breathed music. Only when she was in her own company though. The girl was polite and friendly enough, but she turns very shy when it comes to her music because she's always second guessing her potential. She aspired to be a musician but she lacked the confidence to really put her stuff out there so it was really only close friends and her mother who ever heard her play. But outside of music she enjoyed reading, swimming, horseback riding, and just exploring. Storm, though quiet and sometimes timid, was a very curious being. She was always trying to learn new things and sticking her nose where it didn't necessarily belong. She couldn't help it though. Storm was a curious little thing. YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT STUFF? DARE I ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? Suddenly she becomes uncomfortable again and starts shifting around in her seat. She idly starts playing with the hem of her dress to try and distract herself from the question but she soon realizes that her silence is only keeping her here longer than necessary. "Well, I was born in Texas. My ma and pa were pretty happy together and we lived in a nice house." She looks up from her hands and smiles a little at the woman. Her house in Texas was nice. Two stories, small pool in the back, and close to the stables where she and Timber frequented to visit friends. Her neighborhood was nice. Her neighbors were nicer. She enjoyed where she'd lived but obviously she didn't live there anymore. "School was... okay. I liked it." She fidgets some more because that was only part truth. School was okay. She liked her subjects and her teachers. It was the kids that had gotten to her as of last year. Before then she had friends and they were nice to her. Before last year Timber had also been there with her. She was friends with his friends and they were all peachy together. Back then she'd been happy with the way things were going for her because her life was fine. Her parents fought sometimes but that wasn't really anything unusual. Spouses fought. That was normal. She just tried to focus on her music whenever they were bickering downstairs or she would use to climb out of her window and head over to Timber's for a while. Other than that she was okay. Until everything went south last year with her parents and Timber leaving. Her father found out that her mother was cheating and then he filed for divorce and left. He apologized to her but because he left everything to her mother, Storm had to stay in Texas with her mom. That hadn't seemed too awful at first because she still loved her mother despite what she'd done. People made mistakes and she could understand that, but it was what had happened after that that set things out of balance for her. "But then this summer my mother and my boyfriend's parents decided it would be okay if I spent my last year of high school here." She brightens up a little and settles back down in her seat. She knows she didn't give much detail on her history but she was naturally a quiet girl and talking about herself wasn't something she got too in depth with. Unless she was trying to make someone else feel better by relating her own experiences with someone else's. "Can't really tell you how school is here or how well I like it since I just got here yesterday." Excitement shows in her voice and eyes. Moving here meant a fresh start for her and that was beyond exciting for her. THAT'S IT? NO SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET OR ANYTHING? "...secrets?" Her voice turns soft and she looks back down at her hands as if they are the most interesting things in the world. Yes, there were skeletons in her closet and no, she wasn't proud of them. About a year ago her parents started having issues. Her father found out her mother was cheating on him with someone from her work. That had exploded quietly within the walls of her own home but when her father left, the secret was out. Nearly everyone in the town knew of her mother's bad reputation and the other mother's gossiped to their husbands which meant their children heard which led to the start of all the bullying. Kids started shouting things at her in the hallway, belittling herself and her mother. Then they started accusing her of being a slut just like her mother and that she probably was cheating on her boyfriend just like her mother had cheated on her father. Which, of course, wasn't true. Every day she tried to not let the cruel words of her peers get to her but every day her shoulders felt heavier and heavier. She didn't tell anyone of it because she didn't want to seem like she was aiming to get attention. Instead she kept everything in until one night something snapped within her. She started drinking and drinking heavily while in her own company. At the time she hadn't thought anything of it but she realized now that it had been a recipe for disaster. With each shot she took the heavier her depression felt until finally she lost it. She swallowed a handful of pills then blacked out. The memories after that were all blurred but apparently her mother had found her in the nick of time and rushed her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. "Yes, I do have my secrets, but I'm pretty sure everyone does." Hers was just that she had one failed suicide attempt under her belt. EH, I'VE HEARD WORSE. IS IT GOING TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR TIME IN BRUNSWICK? Relaxing visibly in her seat, she finds this question easier than the previous. Dreams? That was easy. She dreamed of becoming a musician, but if that didn't work out then maybe a music teacher. She aspired to have a career in the field of music and that was it. Where she lived didn't really matter. So long as she was surrounded by people who really cared about and supported her she would be just fine. "I plan on graduating high school and then going to college... Not too sure what I want to do after that. Guess I'll just have to wait and see where the wind takes me." IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'M SURE YOU HAVE A RELATIVE'S BASEMENT YOU CAN LIVE IN. "Um, yeah, I suppose I do." There was a list of people that she knew genuinely cared about her. Her mother, father, friends from Texas, Timber, and members of his family. She was lucky to have so many people that really cared about and loved her. There wasn't a day that went by where she didn't count her blessings or take the time to appreciate everyone who only wanted the best for her. She was aware that sometimes everyone had their falling outs, but for the most part keeping close to those who meant the world to her was pretty easy. "It's gonna be hard staying away from my ma, but I'm sure I'll be okay." That wasn't an answer to the question but more a random thought that hadn't been filtered from her mouth. She did that sometimes. Spoke what was on her mind without meaning to which ended up having her face flush red the way it was right now. ALRIGHT. THAT'S IT. SHUT THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT, WON'T YOU? "Thank you for your time ma'am." She rises from her seat, smooths out her dress, and quietly exits the room. She carefully closes the door behind her. BEHIND THE MASK LEAH | 16 | EASTERN | AN OWL | SRSLY?  |
