Post by XAVIER ALEXANDER YATES on Sept 8, 2013 15:31:40 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] XAVIER A. YATES 29 | HETEROSEXUAL | BOOKSTORE CLERK | VISITOR | EDDIE REDMAYNE THE INTERVIEW WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SIT DOWN. He stood there, wondering if he should sit down, it was the polite thing to do, but considering when a person was told to sit down they would have to explain so many things and it would takes minutes to hours to complete. He contemplated it for a few seconds longer before taking the seat in front of the interviewer. "Good morning." He sat there uncertain of what to do next, he was hoping to not make a fool of himself in front of this American, knowing that it would be silly of him to do so. "Oh foolish me, I forgot to introduce myself. Yates. Xavier Yates, at your service. Actually that's pretty lame. I'm sorry. It's just Xavier. I'm not at your service either," he started to turn red at his comment. WHAT, DO YOU NEVER HAVE A DATE? STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT. He felt almost certain that he was in the wrong room, turning behind him as if there was someone else with him and the interviewer with the comment made of never having a date and him or someone staring at them like that. "Um, I beg your pardon? But I don't really know what you mean by that." He was certain enough there was no one else in the room besides them. But he was also very certain that the interviewer just made him blush at the comment of romance. Romance a delicate area for many people. Xavier had been on dates before. But none were certain of a true romance that lead to marriage. He was a bachelor and he might as well stay a bachelor for as long as he can as it seems uncertain for him to ever become something else with another human being. he cleared his throat before answering the question clearly as it was asked once more. "I actually have been on a date before. But nothing as serious as one would expect them to turn out to be. A few casual flings back in my younger years, and such. Maybe one or two serious relationships, but under certain circumstances, they just didn't seem to work out very well," he scratched his eyebrow as he finished up. Wondering if he would have to explain in more further detail of his past relationships and the reason they just didn't seem to work out very well. WHATEVER. WHAT QUALITIES DO YOU LOOK FOR IN OTHER PEOPLE? He thought the next question over a few minutes, giving the room an eerie silence as he adjusted to it. "Qualities that I look in other people seem to be an unnatural way of trying to get to know me more, yes? Well of course there are few values I like to look in people, but for certain I don't know if seem to be logical though." He was losing his focus, being uncertain of how things were going to turn out. Xavier had many values he like in people. More so to those who valued trust, integrity, the concept of being polite and generous. But those were only the few things he would most likely mention to this person. The other values seemed to be more insecure for him to even answer aloud. "Well some of the qualities I actually like in people are that they are friendly, maybe a little bit kind to others. Not someone who would go out of their trouble to ruin other people's mood, you know like being a Debbie Downer, as I think you Americans like to call it." Those qualities were very few he did enjoy in other people. Xavier thought about the qualities that turned him off the most. They were qualities that seemed to be apparent in everyone's life, but to some they were more up front than laid to rest and ignore at best. Xavier has a little bit of an OCD for cleanness, and for anyone who makes a mess or lives in a pigsty he would most likely drive him mad. Drive him to insanity to know they would live like that instead of a place that was nice and clean and easily to walk through. "I can most certainly say what some turn offs are in a few people. I don't care to walk through a mess that's above my ankle and anything above my knee, well let's just say it's not a pretty sight to see. I also did see how some people can improper to not be polite to other people, or that they can't excuse themselves for anything they have done." He was referring to people who burped, farted, or whatever else they do in public without saying excuse for their error in public. Disgusting things like those rare items sort of disgust him in a way, even though he tends to do it more at home in his own space than out in public for all to hear and see. HOW MISS AMERICA OF YOU. I SUPPOSE YOU VOLUNTEER EXCESSIVELY, TOO? He sat there shocked. How Miss America of you, me? He thought that was uncalled for as he wasn't American. He was English, and Xavier believe that this person was trying to be funny, but he didn't find it funny at all just rude. "I sure hope you were trying to be funny or something because I don't really see that as being funny or anything. More so rude," he commented on the first phase the interviewer had said to him. For hobbies that he did in his spare time was something he hadn't really thought about for the majority of time. It seemed as if it was obscure of him to even that now. Everyone had something to do when they had down time, but for him he couldn't really think of many things for he had done beside read a book here and again, surf the web on his laptop, stare out the window of his hotel room, or just walk around Brunswick, wondering what his true intentions were of staying in this town compared to other towns and cities he could be staying in while in America. "Well for starters, I guess the only things I actually brought with me here seems to be what I kinda do on my free time I guess. More so it's a few books, surfing the web, or staring out windows. Nothing too exciting I guess. I'm sure there are other odd things I might find myself doing though, I don't truly think I'm at liberty to say much of them." Xavier fidgeted with his hands a little bit, trying to more sincere for the fact he just made up some things to keep the interviewer happy. He didn't really seem to care for the person to know his true intentions even if it seemed obvious he was here more so for pleasure and a vacation than anything else. YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT STUFF? DARE I ASK YOU ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD? "My childhood? Why in God's Name would you want to know about my childhood? It's not like I'm planting roots here in America for Christ Sake." Xavier wasn't overly pleased with stating his childhood to this person, as he sort of viewed as a person who was lower in status to him, not because he believe to be of a greater status in life, but because it seemed unheard of to ask about one's past. Xavier's past was something that he kept to himself for the very reason as to why he doesn't care to talk about to people. He thought about his mother, and how she raised him all by herself without his father being present, and how when ever his father did make an appearance in his life he could barely stand on his two feet long enough without falling over in a drunkenly mess of distaste for everyone to endure. Xavier, being an only child, could hide fairly well away from his father when he made his entrance to ask for money and see what he could get in return. He knew of his father being a waste of space and being drunk for most of the time. But at one point in his life a letter had came in the mail of about how a few mistresses of his father's had sent word to his 'address' about money for the child he had fathered. So to know there were half-siblings out there seemed to be unheard of, but at the time those letter's came in, Xavier was already old enough to know better of what his father was capable of doing for the most part. His father had eventually disappeared when he was seventeen years old, and his mother had no idea where he had gone to. He could have died in the street, or anywhere else. He could have ventured away from them from their country home. Xavier didn't seem to care where his father had gone off to as it seemed to be a blessing for them both. His mother had been very careful with her finances that it seemed they were very well off to be supported by her paying job as a newspaper writer. She did meet end's meet, and then some. She was able to give Xavier what he needed in life and they had quite a few adventures traveling across Europe on some summers to just get away from everything. The time spent with his mother was time that was spent well. He enjoyed spending time with her. It was something that he could remember them being happy together. Being able to do the things they could before things became worse than they were. As his father was out of the picture at this point it was just the two of them and his mother never remarried to anyone after having divorced his father when he was only five years old. At the age of twenty-three years old, Xavier had learned from his mother that she had breast cancer. He had just recently came from work at a local bookstore that he enjoyed working for that he learned of the grave news. It wouldn't have been so awful if his mother hadn't kept it from him for so long. He could tell it was grave news by the way his mother held onto his hands when she sat him down to tell him. Weeks were left for his mother and it was something he just couldn't understand why the doctors couldn't save her. She was the most important thing in his life at this point in time. She was there to comfort him when he had broke up with his long time girlfriend. She was there for him no matter what the situation was. Xavier buried his mother on October 18th, with friends and family surrounding him. He stood there until they were finished covering the dirt upon her grave site. He stood there until it started to rain, he didn't want to leave his mother alone, but knew that she would have wanted him to be happy and had given him her locket that she had never taken off since the day he was born. he wore it around his neck from that day forward. Xavier was a lonely man, not because he chose to be but because he needed space for the most part. Before finding the news about his mother's cancer, he had been in a relationship with a girl he had known since their school days. But the reasoning behind their breakup was something that he kept to himself knowing if he told his mother the real reason it would break her heart even more. As it was Xavier was only twenty-three years old when this all happened and it was something of a gloomy year for him in the first place. Finding out news of his mother's cancer, her death, and a break-up of a long time relationship, it seemed as if things were looking bleak for him. Xavier returned his gaze back to the interviewer, giving only simple details of his life. Not giving them the entire story of his loss and grief he endured. He didn't really care to talk more about his childhood and his past as it was something he couldn't stand to bring up anymore. "If you will, please don't gossip about this to anyone. In doing so, won't bring you the fame you desire, if that's the case." THAT'S IT? NO SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET OR ANYTHING? He seemed almost surprised to hear that the interviewer wanted more from him. Something he wasn't really willing to share even to this stranger. He couldn't even share what he held most to his mother knowing that it would break her heart. It was also the reason of why he couldn't find the perfect person who would be fine with his secret and it was because of this that his long time relationship was broken up in the first place. "Um, there are a few skeletons in the closet, but to be honest are you really dying to know them? Because they are just skeletons in the closet. Nothing really concrete and such," he paused wondering what he could give to fulfill the desire that he could see in the interviewer's eyes, "Well I could share that I have at least three to four half-siblings from my father's drunken state throughout my life. I don't really know if he fathered any more children though, but it wouldn't surprise me if he did." To share that he had many half-siblings felt more relaxing than sharing that he couldn't even have children of his own. Xavier was sterile, and he had found out when he girlfriend wanted to try for a child, but they couldn't produce any. Resulting in their break-up and ending things on bad terms from them fighting over and over again. Xavier never told his mother this for the reason he knew she had already had enough on her plate and it would break her heart more. EH, I'VE HEARD WORSE. IS IT GOING TO INTERFERE WITH YOUR TIME IN BRUNSWICK? He couldn't help but give off a small smile. Knowing that his 'faked' secret would never interfere with what he was doing in Brunswick, unless they bothered to find him of course. "It's safe to say, my half-siblings probably have better things to do than find me here, in America." Xavier had a few things that could overcome what he had inspire to do as he grew up with his mother. He had a job at a bookstore as he adored reading books and his mother's columns in the paper. Which incidentally he kept every newspaper that his mother had a piece in to read to himself and to picture her reading them to him in her voice. "The dreams I have, haven't really seemed to have followed me here. I don't know if I would really say I could work or own a bookstore here or join a news paper. But those seem to be the most important things right now in my life. Other than I do hope to have a family in the future." A step that took extra caution to his own self to say. He indeed wanted a family, whether it seemed likely or not. He didn't care if he would have to adopt a child or few to even consider having a family of his own. In his eyes, Xavier described family as a group of people blood-related or not, to love each other through thick and thin situations. IF ALL ELSE FAILS, I'M SURE YOU HAVE A RELATIVE'S BASEMENT YOU CAN LIVE IN. His face turned almost pale and almost disgusted with the look of the question had given him. "Well I was close to my mother and for the most part she was the only person in my family that I had grown close to. My father was out of the picture for most of life, even though he did pop in a few times, but we never really struck up a conversation together. And my half-siblings, I know of their faces and names, but we don't really talk to one another, so I don't really have a close relationship with them," he stated, wondering if things should change between his remaining family members that were alive. ALRIGHT. THAT'S IT. SHUT THE DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT, WON'T YOU? Xavier was almost surprised that the interview was over. It hadn't seemed as if it took that long to begin with. He stood up, straighten his pants out and shook the interviewer's hand before walking out the door. Leaving everything he had said in that room, in that room, hopefully never leaving it to the outside world. 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