Post by amelia fae hawke on Mar 17, 2013 21:02:31 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] AMELIA F. HAWKE TWENTY-ONE | HETEROSEXUAL | RECORD STORE ATTENDANT | LOCAL | HAYLEY WILLIAMS THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? Don't say that like I had a choice, we both know mother forced me to do this. But since we're here, the name is Amy. Well really it's Amelia Fae Hawke, but I hate that full name thing, call me Amy or life won't be very pleasant for you from here on in. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? -sigh- At the moment I work in a record store, selling people music. It's good that some people actually come in store and pay for music from their favorite acts. I know a lot don't, I mean my own mother downloads all her music now. I don't understand how she knows how to so that, but whatever. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? Fun? Are you kidding? I don't have fun. -laughs- Just kidding, I have plenty of fun. I go to gigs a lot, it's probably one of my favorite things to do, the atmosphere, the music, the people, it's almost always an amazing time. I don't really go to parties or anything like that as most people my age do, i prefer to stay in and read a good book and even a comic book if I have any lying around. Umm, what else do I do? OH! I love my xbox, I'll sit around playing that all day! WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? I assume so. I mean, being so into music would say that I'm maybe a creative person, and I am just in case you wanted to know. I write my own lyrics and acoustic guitar parts for it, so you could say that I'm actually a musician. I'm generally friendly, though I know I can be a bitch at times, but with me not going to parties and such people assume that i'm not really a people person, but I am, I swear. Speaking of swearing, I do that an awful lot too, yes I am holding back for this because I know it's supposedly some official interview thing for god knows what. I generally hate this sort of thing, well actually I always do so I'm not really having the time of my life right now. I know I tend to scare people off if I'm in one of those moods, we all know what they are, right? I get bitter and pretty much just hate everything that's going on around me and everyone that's there too. So it's best to stay away from me when that's going on. Shit, talking about myself is tiresome, and boring. I don't like being bored, it's one of the main things that really get to me really, I like doing things, being active and such. Being active does not mean that I enjoy running around or doing any sort of sport, ick. I really don't like sport, really. I like meeting people, generally and if they're nice. If I meet someone and they give me a bad impression it's pretty likely I'll never speak to them again, unless they somehow change my view on them. If you take joy in being mean to someone then i'll probably hate you. Hate isn't something I throw around either, I save it for those that really get on my nerves. Don't get on my nerves, I will hit you if you piss me off enough. Don't do wrong by my friends, if you do you'll get to know the side of me that isn't so pleasant and not many people know. But generally, as I said before, I'm a nice person and love to meet people and make new friends. I look out for my friends and am not afraid to get my hands dirty if it means someone answers for what they did wrong by me and someone I care about. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? Family? Ha! My mother's a bitch, I hate her. My sister, Kate, is the closest family member I have and she doesn't talk to me unless she has to. They all hate me and I return the favor. I may live with my mum but that doesn't mean it's all fun and games, we rarely talk and when we do it either ends with a yelling match or one of us storming out, usually me. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. The past? Really? Fine, but don't expect a happy talk, far from it really. I was born in Chicago, mum and dad were happy, they finally had a child. Kate came along two years later, taking everything away from me, not that I was too unhappy about it at the time. Well, I assume I was, I can't really remember back that far. Everything went along smoothly, well as smoothly as it could when there was two young kids and parents that didn't really earn a lot. All was amazing until dad got into the booze. He went on a downward spiral and ended up losing his job, I was ten or eleven at this stage, I'm not sure. But it made it harder and harder to live a good life. The other kids were horrible to me and Kate already and now there was even more reason for them to pick at us. Old clothes, packed lunches. Obviously it got worse as we hit middle school and people became more judgmental and such. I always got it much worse than Kate did, she was always prettier than me and cared about her appearance a lot more than I did. It went along the same for a good while, well about a year. I was fifteen at the time of the fire. It was horrible, I don't like talking about it really. Consider yourself lucky I'm even mentioning it now. Long story short, the house burnt down and dad died inside. He had gotten drunk and had passed out, the smoke didn't wake him. They say he suffocated or something on the smoke and then was burned, they had to identify him with dental records. After that we moved around a lot, first just to another house in Chicago. After only a few months there we moved to New York, I don't know why there but it was just where mum wanted to go. She met a man there, the man that she now calls husband. His name is Matthew, I don't like him but since when did I like any of my "family"? There were a few more places we moved to before settling here in Brunswick about a year ago. SO far I like it here, no-one knows anything about me and I plan to keep it that way. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. Must you really ask this? -sigh- I have to answer too, don't I? Well then, fine. Just so you know I don't tell people this ever, my family and two other people know about this, other than my whole school back in Chicago and a few other people that were told by certain members of my immediate family. You know how I mentioned a fire that killed my dad before? Well I started it. Yes, I killed my dad. Now you see why I don't like talking about it. Urgh, everyone said that I did it to kill him, I didn't. People make shit up like that all the time, I just really hope that people don't find out. I did it because I wasn't getting the attention I wanted, now my family hate me, they blame his death on me and can barely look at me without that judgment in their eyes and in their voice. They say they don't blame me, that they don't care that I started the fire, that it wasn't my fault, but I can see that it's all lies. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! My dreams? God, I don't know. I'd love to live on my own, away from my bitch of a mother, that'd be nice. I'd like to be doing something with my life soon, maybe performing the song that I've written or something like that. I don't really have any dreams, I've never really thought about it. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. If you say so. Thank god that's over. BEHIND THE MASK HAYLEY | TWENTY | GMT+9:30 | AD ON A SITE | NONE The ocean, soothing and peaceful, that's what they say, right? Even if it wasn't true, it's what Liam thought and that was why he had decided to spend some time by it's side. He had started to spend an awful lot of time around the docks recently, he hadn't really noticed but a few of the local fishermen had. On a few occasions over the past week he had been asked why he was spending so much time in the area, whether it was for a young lady that spent a lot of time there, or if he was aspiring to become a fisherman himself. It was neither of those reasons, in fact it was somewhat of a sad one. His parents' were beginning to voice their annoyance with his lack of job, study, wife and various other things. They wanted him to do something decent with his life, instead of what he did. What did he do? Not much really, he pretty much just sat around, spent some time with the friends he had and didn't care much for anything his parents told him he should do for the good of the family, or for the good of himself. He didn't care really, he didn't want anything that his parents had, except the money of course. He had no interest in the social side of it, the popularity, the glamor, he just wanted to live a simple life, but with lots of money. He had come to the docks many times over the past few weeks, the fighting had gotten worse. It would either end with a yelling match or with quiet but serious words thrown around the room, but he would always leave in a huff and drive to the docks to clear his head and calm his anger. He wasn't really an angry person, but his parents telling him that they weren't happy with the way he lived his life just got under his skin, he needed the time alone, away from the family home. Taking a deep breath Liam pulled a cigarette packet out of his pocket. He opened it and put one of the many cigarettes between his lips and reached into his pocket for the lighter that he rarely went anywhere without. As he did so the cigarette fell from his lips and landed in the water below where he was sitting with a soft splash. "You're fucking kidding." He muttered as he rolled his eyes, placed his beloved lighter on the wood next to him and got another cigarette. Making sure he didn't lose this one, he put the packet back into his pocket and lit it up. Taking a few short puffs to get it going, he looked down at the one that had fallen. "Go on, float away, do what I won't." He sighed a little as he took a few more puff of the cigarette. He would never leave his parents' home, unless something very important took him away, though he couldn't think of anything that could possibly be that. He hadn't done anything with his life, other than go to college to be a lawyer and then do nothing with the knowledge. After another few puffs and another deep sigh he looked down at the water again, the fallen cigarette was gone, probably underneath him now. It was then that he heard footsteps behind him, he wondered who it could be, but then realised that he didn't really care. |
