Post by bradford aaron danes on Mar 25, 2013 5:02:31 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] TWENTY FIVE| HETEROSEXUAL| SEARCH AND RESCUE OFFICER| LOCAL | SAM CLAFLIN why did you want to become a search and rescue in the ocean section?” staring back at you is a man that looks of many ages, he has the wisdom of an elderly man who has gone to war in his eyes, but his body is young, his face is still tight with little wrinkles to show that he was not one for worry. his hands were calloused though as they picked at the wooden surface of the desk that you were both seated beside. he has the appearance of being lost in his thoughts more often than not but his eyes do not hesitate to meet yours. he is not one to over think things, quick in his decision as he had been able to answer many questions before this but this one has him stumped. you knew of many little details of the boy, was aware that his hometown was not in the town that he resides in but further south and his accent is not indicating the deep south but the coastal south where people gravitated toward for the sake of a vacation without leaving the country. he continued to pick at the wood in a rhythm, maybe one that was stuck in his head and he picks his head up and blinks, ”i’m sorry…what?” he asks for a repeat to the question and you are confused. you wonder what he was thinking about that stopped him from answering the question when it first presented but you do not argue, you just repeat the question. a hand rushes through his hair and he blows out a steam of hot air through pursed lips as though this question was weighing heavy on his mind, and it was for the sole purpose that the male was unable to answer truthfully. he replies though, throwing a generic statement out, ”helping people is my passion. i was the little boy in a boy’s scout uniform helping the ladies across the street. it was just always in my blood..”. truth. he speaks highly of himself, appearing to have confidence that many in the town seemed to lack but he is assured of who he was and that much is known as well. you try to picture the male as a little boy, imagining him as a small tyke in a blue buttoned down uniform with kahki shorts and a sash around his body—but you can’t. you can’t picture if because of how mature the male before you is, you wonder if he was ever a little child but without pushing the topic forward, you nod. the thoughts: [“…shit that was close. nearly blew my own secret, how stupid am i? why was i thinking about my grocery list—oh eggs, got to make eggs for giselle. why is it so hard for me to pay attention right now, focus ford, focus! you need to be focused, imagine this is a ….rescue mission, but you are saving yourself from drowning cause you nearly did. man that was close…okay, eggs, and…focusing now.] well that’s sweet, really sweet actually. what was your childhood like? |
you get a chuckle in response as he recalls the little details that make him smile. you wonder what brought that smile on and hope that he opens up a little more and relays some details about his life, ”it seems to picturesque when i say it. living by the beach on a horse farm… he commented, his voice becoming distant as he gets lost in memory lane. but whenever I speak of it, it sounds horrible. my brother beating me up, being thrown from horses, stung by jellyfish.. he chuckles before leaning back in his seat. crossing one leg over another, the male is vigilante once more, becoming more focused just as he said he would. he appears to be more into the questions now, and that pleases you. this just helps to make your job that much easier. ”but i would never take it back., you furrow your brows and wonder by what he meant. his childhood or something else? glancing around for a moment, he is taking in the scene that has been surrounding him for fifteen minutes, one that he had not even taken notice of because his attention had been on the person speaking to him. he was always cordial like that, or so you think. he appears to have a very outgoing personality, one that you would not mind getting to know more. a personality to match a pretty face, it was hard not to enjoy his company. his own outgoing behavior was rubbing off on you, being a little more open as he asks about a few items in the room including a trophy that sits on your desk, the picture of your family from a recent vacation and has you thinking about your own loved ones. my mother? she is an angel. she makes the most amazing cobbler and has a heart of gold., well that is where that came from. he seems to be closer to his mother than anyone, my brother was an ass, he was always beating on me and my friends whenever they came over., chuckling but the chuckle is not genuine and you catch that. he is hiding something, and now you are sure about it. and my father was just as hardworking as my mother. he was the breadwinner, but he always wanted to make it big and strike rich. he hated the town that we lived in he commented before shaking his head once more. he seemed to admire his own childhood, he did not have too many qualms about it but the way that he spoke about his own brother has you a little on the curious side but you do not push it, he seems open—maybe he will tell.
the thoughts: [“…wow you are doing better than you thought with this. you are answering these questions with a breeze, you deserve a pat on the back…don’t actually do it you idiot. you need to call your mother by the way, she is always so worried about you…but toby, forget him…he can go fuck a fish…that’s weird, and the poor fish oh she is asking you another question, throw her off…don’t sound bitter when speaking about toby, just…tell a lie…okay that’s the truth, he did beat you. good..no mention of tommy, you’re doing good, maybe get off the topic of your family. that’s better…okay…talk about the objects in the room,…well that failed, fuck, okay be truthful and don’t talk about tommy.."]
that seems nice. were you big into riding?
in all honesty.. he replied as he sat up just a little straighter the idea of horses were unappealing to me for some time. i was made fun of for being a farm hand, as that was my first job… he commented, but like all things, give it time and you could turn it into something better., so that was what he did over time. it took me years to even go near one but i think watching my friends and my brother..", stopping himself from making that plural, is the sight that i needed to see it. after that, nothing could stop me from bareback riding up to the mountains.". a grin comes to his lips as he thinks about the many adventures that he took as the saddles were never allowed to be touched due to the fact that they were expensive and the family farm did not make too much money. you question the bareback and he cannot help but chuckle, "sound like such a hick now." but there is no distaste for the idea of being a hick, just pride about his background. you notice that he has a prideful look to him, his stance his straight, his eyes are forward and he does not break eye contact. but you can't help but shake off the feeling that something is certainly not right about him either.
the thoughts: "why is she just staring at me like that....okay well my parents were cheap and never allowed us to use the saddles, what's the big deal? ...hm...maybe lighten the story up a little. talk about your influence for riding...there we go..okay this is getting easier...no tommy! ugh you idiot....yea a hick? haha, that's exactly what you are...though you have reformed...you have manners, just light sarcasm and you save people, that matters too.."]
so lets talk about your latest act of heroism. saving a dog and a family from a boat during a tropical storm. you got some fame for that, didn't you?[/b]
it comes with the job. he commented before shifting in his seat. he appeared uncomfortable with the topic, maybe this is what he has been hiding. we are not the army or the navy, but we do battle the waters, the elements, even the occasional distressed person. we go through intense training.." he finished, his voice trailing off. intense does not begin to describe what he went through to earn his title as a search and rescue team captain. he worked hard, day in and day out, pushing his body and mind to the edges of insanity and exhaustion. he had always been good at working under pressure but had never thought about going into anything like this. you look upon him with great envy and great pride for what he has done, "but yes,i did get my fifteen minutes of fame from this story as i went back for the dog when my team did not want to.". that was an understatement and you knew it as the male had appeared on tv talk shows, he has been in tabloids and magazines of recent and you cannot help but chuckle at the little meaning that it has for the humble male, "but the endorsements are nice. more funding for the program, more funding for equipment and training." which was a necessity when it came to a job such as this. you decide to ask how this fame as affected him, as he appears to be unchanged, "it hasn't, not really. my life is alittle more lime lighted for the time being but i suspect it will die away. i do photoshoots as i am a spokesperson for the entire program which is kind of cool but i'm always a us coast guard officer first and foremost.".
the thoughts: ["let's not forget my own extortion at the moment for doing my job...fucking pathetic, not even allowed to come out with my own girlfriend...not that elle would really be outside that much anyway....ugh i miss her. okay focus...right, speaking of the small mission. good okay...keep going. humble? ha! funny girl....photoshoots suck, but let's not mention that....yes, mention your position. good, see this is almost over..just another interview to be hard.."]
how do you handle a situation like this? or any situation where you life and someone else's life is on the line?[/i]
"more often than not, it's the latter." he speaks honestly, his voice a little drier as he tries not to think about the fact that his life could end tomorrow, the next day, and what he would leave behind when it does. "we tell each other it's been an honor to serve with you...to everyone on the team before we take off for the waters.", his voice holds no remorse for his actions though, proud of where he has gone in life and interested to know how it will end, but there is no denying that you believe he will die at sea one day--and he is not denying it either. he believes that when death taps him on the shoulder, he will be swallowing a mouth full of seawater in choppy waters doing something that he absolutely loves doing. "it's scary.", finally admitting that he could very well be human, have an emotion of fear that he has not shown since he walked in the door. his confidence is fading just a little bit now as he speaks about the duty that comes with his job, "it really is. it's terrifying to jump 50 feet out of plane into unpredictable dark waters.", his gaze dropping as he starts to fidget with his hands, "but you also know that you are fully prepared, you have a team and other people relying on you to get the job done and that's what goes through my mind..". his tone is no longer full of pride, but recognition, knowing that what he does could end his life but knowing that his sacrifice could save another. "so i guess i don't handle the situation, i ignore it. i zone in on what i have to do and i just do it...without thought, without remorse, without fear..", lie. there is fear, there is always fear and the thing that goes through his mind is the girl and the life that he could very leave behind as he drops the fifty feet and lands into cold, uncontrollable waters. you smile at him, close the pen and the paper, and finally ask him what goes through his mind. he chuckles, "random things..." also a lie. there is always one static thing that flashes through his mind and that's giselle, the broken girl that he sleeps next to every single night.
the thoughts: ["typical question....of course you're afraid you idiot, you are risking your life for another, you might not return from this mission...oh that's nice, tug the heartstrings, idiot....fifty feet? bit of an understatement but whatever. ...you sound like a cocky douche right now...though you are cocky, you are not mean to sound like a douche...ugh i'm going to get in so much trouble for this....giselle..that is what goes through my mind. my sweetheart...hope she is okay. maybe i can discreetly text under the table...why is she closing the notebook, is the interview done!? can i go home...i'm hungry.."]
"so what is your life like now?..final question mr.danes.
"mr danes..", snickering to the formality that came with the end of an interview, "ford, please.", and not bradford. he hated his name since day one and cut the first part of his name off, he always thought he looked more like a ford than a brad. "or officer danes.", grinning before shaking his head, "all jokes aside, my life is..." trying to find the right words. training new recruits, risking his life every single day (when he is called upon at least), juggling the insanity of his girlfriend, and having a new puppy that will be assisting in the rescue missions one day, he would have to say that his life was, "busy.". it sounded about right, he was hardly sleeping these days but that was more for the sake of giselle than for anything else. he remembered seeing her for the first time, bringing her deceased brother and father back to the mainland, as the mission turned from search and rescue to recovery in a matter of minutes. it scared ford to have to bring not one, but two bodies back, but after hours of searching, they recovered what they needed from the ship wrecked boat. she was humble, soft spoken and tragically beautiful and he was always checking up on her after that day. he found out she worked in the coffee shop in town and went to visit her, finding that his attention was not the only one that she got but she did not seem to really notice the flirting that the male patrons gave her. giselle, such a beautiful girl and he was so happy that she was in his life as his, though it took time and effort. "sorry...did that not answer your question?", you wanted details from him but he was not going to give them up. he looked too lost in his own thoughts and you finally stop the interview, shake his hand and allow him to return to the life that he so desperately wanted to go back to.
the thoughts: ["my life is perfection....well, besides the night terrors that come upon elle, and the ...random breakdowns that she has...but she is still honest and open with me...i think. i hope. g-d i hated to do that to her..bring those bodies back, she shattered right then and there but i think that she was always kind of broken....the last family that she had dying at sea...what a tragedy, ...though with tommy, he did not die at sea...dying in our own pool, dying by being drowned by our own brother.....and hushed lips ever since...no one can know. i'm supposed to save lives and even though i was a lifeguard, i still could not save our little brother's life...that's why you really do this job you idiot...but no one can know the truth."]
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