Post by LENA DEMI ROUSSEAU on Oct 31, 2011 3:31:22 GMT -5
LENA DEMI ROUSSEAU. SIXTEEN. GREASER/BARISTA. ASHLEY BENSON.
well hello, how are you this evening?
-steps into the room, her eyes down-casted to the floor, staring at the tiles and counting them to the chair, settling down with a gentle nature to her, blinking to the words and appearing disinterested but actually listening to every single word, picking up the excited tone and forces the flinch aside, nodding-
don't be so nervous. well, tell me a little about who you are?
um..lena s-scarlett r-rousseau is m-my name..-clears her throat, trying to rid her words of the ever present stutter, knowing it to be a useless attempt- o-oh um, i'm s-small..r-really small and v-very fragile. i d-don't um..-looks to the hand being offered to her as the person speaks their name, lifting her hand from her lap and moving to grip them with a delicate grip before pulling her hand back quickly, letting it rest back in her lap for a moment before the itch to move around begins to creep up and runs a hand through her hair, able to catch a glimpse of the sweet-natured girl's baby face- um..i'm s-s-single...a-always have b-been.. -tries to recall any close moments with a male but cannot seem to fathom up such a memory, clearing her throat again, b-but i'm..s-straight..i don't d-d-discriminate though.. -gives a small twitch of a smile to her own values, still trying to recall anymore information that they had asked for- um..b-born may f-fifteenth and i'm s-s-sixteen years old.. -flinches to the quoting of the lyrics to "sweet sixteen", having heard the joke too many times since turning the age and just nods her head- i-i'm a s-sophomore.. -tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat once again, j-just g-got a job a-a-at the c-cafe a-as a barista.. -decides to make the clarification for the job title- i m-make t-t-the drinks.. -her voice drops lower, tone turning more helpless to the idea of insulting someone's intelligence-
ah interesting. well i'm loving the outfit that are wearing, tell me more about it.
-raises an eyebrow, picking her up just a portion in order to gaze at the interviewer through her eyelashes, tugging at the fabric of her skirt and giving a small, polite nod- t-t-thank you. um..it's just a s-skirt...a-and a b-blouse. i u-usually w-wear this k-kind o-of thing.. -the clothing choice giving the illusion to a soc but upon closer inspection, the clothes are more of a hand-me-down and not designer, the ends of the shirt are frayed and the flowery pattern looks worn from too many washes, her long legs can be seen but when standing up, the skirt covers to almost her knees and does not show off much of a shape to the lower half. the shirt is not skin-tight and shows the small measure of her waist but the top part is buttoned up to the last button, allowing no room to imagine what she would look like undressed. her hair is curled in ringlets, giving a very classy look to her but with how much she is playing with it, the curls are becoming untangled, the shoes are flat with no sign of a heel or anything to show off the tone of her legs. even with her hair blocking most of her face, the few moments that she does look up to catch a sign of insult or just out of the blue-moon curiosity, the light blue eyes can be seen quite well and stand out among anything else on her facial features. no real sign of heavy set makeup either as she seems to have a rather clear complexion which is an amazement to how nervous she always seems to be.
well here i thought it was more expensive that that. well, let's here a little about you.
-blinks, listening to him as he speaks of not being the only one, picking her head up a little more- r-really? -a tone of surprise in her words, looking down to the ground as she thinks of the words to describe herself- invisible, q-quiet, s-sensitive, um..c-caring, i'm v-very..s-skittish and ...y-yea that's really it.. -her head tilting back down as she grows more uncomfortable, her hair falling into her face but does not bother to move it, using the strands to frame her face and enjoying the idea of the tresses being a shield-
a little more indepth (without the stutter cause this will be too much with it): the best word to describe me is invisible. i am not very loud, or very outspoken. most of the time i keep my thoughts to myself and just travel through life with my head ducked down. i feel that if i don't open my mouth, then the stutter won't show and i won't be a laughing stock again. i try my hardest to act like people's words don't bother me but sometimes they are too harsh to ignore and i just, tear up right then and there. i really try not to show that side of myself because it's just one more thing that makes me a nervous wreck. if i am not tearing up, then i am running away. i don't have the fight instinct, i just flight. people call me spineless because i never stand up for myself and i guess it's true but i don't want to cause that confrontation. i hate fighting, verbal or physical and i have seen a share amount of it in high school and on the streets. i just, i hate it. i hate watching people hurt each other intentionally with words and fists when there are more ways to control your anger, including walking away from it.
i'm a really nervous person. i have this stutter that really shows the mood that i am. if it's extreme, like hardly getting a word out then i am nervous and scared and usually that means that my body is shaking and i can't control it at all. i can try and calm myself down but that usually adds to the stress and i freak out even more. my breathing will become labored and my heart will be racing and i will just be a shaking mess. sometimes my knees give out on me because i am shaking so badly and i don't feel in control.
apparently it's called a panic attack or an anxiety attack. i have one at least once a week. i get them at odd times, like being around a lot of people or being touched. i hate being touched. i know that's weird, like girls are supposed to like hugs but i get scared when i am touched. even worse when i am touched by a guy. i am always so scared and the panic attack will kick in then and usually that is the sign to get people to back off and most of the time, they do. some people enjoy watching the stutter increase and the shaking and like scaring me. i'm easily scared as well, i jump at little noises or i yelp when a noise comes out of no where. just another thing to be ridiculed about.
people that are my friends say i am a good one. i do'™t think that i am because i never feel that i am doing the right job or being there for them when they need me. i try to be there when i am needed, but i fail in standing up for them. it's the whole hatred of confrontation thing, i try not to give advice either in case my words turn out to be a bad idea. i would hate to be the person that causes more stress to the already stressful situation that they are in. i'm easily manipulated and sometimes i even know when i am but i can't bring myself to stop it or even acknowledge it. people take advantage of me because i am well, naive. i know i am too and sometimes i can't stop it. i don't get the whole love thing either. it's something that is almost foreign to me. i have kept to myself for almost my whole life and well, that means that guys really aren't my main priority. i have never actually had a boyfriend, or been kissed and well, that would mean i haven't had....um.. that. i can't say the word, it's like my brain won't process the idea of it and i am okay with that. i'm not about to go through a string of curses either. it's another thing that i can't say and now that i think about it, those words make me flinch. physically flinch because they are so harsh. they have such a negative connotation and it's not fair to throw them around at people.
i am a pretty optimistic person when it comes to the world. this is probably the thing that annoys people the most about me and that is, i believe everyone is good. even if they murdered or abused, there has to be a good side to them. when it comes to people, there has to be a good to side to them. the whole thing that divides animals and humans is the emotions, the compassion to care and the ability to change. i believe that people are good and that even with all the bad in the world, there is still a piece of the world that will always be good. when it comes to people doing things to me, i still forgive them. easily actually. i won't throw angry words because that does nothing but make me just like them. however, those people have good in them and i know it. i can feel it even when they are taunting me. they are good and i know it.
i do have a secret passion. and um, please don't tell anyone. please, i mean people know about it because it's my major but i don't know if people realize how much it means to me. i have been in ballet since i was 7, and i have been practicing and perfecting my moves to be worth something like the white swan in swan lake or juliet in romeo and juliet. i practice all the time now and dancing is now constantly on my mind. i make up my own routines but i never actually show anyone, but things such as cars moving on the road or people talking can give me inspiration and the dance starts to become something in my head. it's weird, i know but it's my thing. and i guess it just adds to the whole reputation of ghost and weirdo. it just, fits together to create me. i am dance. i love it so much and i want to make a career out of it and teach dancing to those that want to share their passion with the world.
yea..i guess i talked about myself more than i thought i would. i don't usually do that at all, actually i think this is the most that i talked in my whole life and it was about me. usually, i try to put others ahead of me because well, they are more important. in my head at least. i guess the word is selfless but i don't know if i am that anymore. i really work hard to be the best person that i can be but i feel like i fall short far before the finish the line. maybe i am set in my ways and this is well, it. i can't say i won't be disappointed but i don't know if i want to be different at the same time. i guess that's it. that's me in a nutshell.
you sound rather interesting, can't wait to get to know you a little more.
-relaxes to the topic of her family, her fingers brushing over the frayed ends of the skirt once more, her voice picking up into a more satisfied tone as she begins to think to her family- m-m-my mother had m-me when she w-was young and m-my father w-was there to s-support her a-all the way. r-rachel is m-my mother's n-name and j-john i-is my f-father's. -sighs deeply, her eyes lighting up as her head slowly lifts, turning it just before her eyes could be met by the interviewer, m-my mother is a w-w-writer a-and my d-dad is a b-businessman, a s-small one. h-he owns the h-hardware s-store d-down the r-road.. -chuckles softly, the voice sign of some real emotion since the interview began, able to pick up on how close the family is to one another- i h-have a-an older b-b-brother too. he's w-w-why we c-came to t-tulsa a-actually..h-he got a-accepted to the u-university but d-didn't want t-to leave the f-family.. -gives another chuckle, knowing she would have been in the same position as him, s-so w-we um..c-came here. h-hes e-eighteen, r-really i-intelligent and s-sweet..h-his name is d-derek and h-he's s-something like m-my best friend.. -finally, a real smile appears, able to catch the happiness in her voice as her eyes meet the interviewers for just a moment before looking elsewhere, closing back up into her shell as she listens to the next question intently, her eyes casting back to down to the floor-
and where you are from? what's your story? how did you get here, to tulsa.?
again, writing because of the stutter being highly annoying in big parts like this
well i don’t know if i will talk as much on this part. i don’t have much of a history. it’s not really sad or interesting at all. i was born on may 15th in paris, france actually. i was born into a family that already felt complete but i was welcomed with all the love and care in the world. my mother is a beautiful woman, her name is rachel rousseau and she is my whole world. she is now 41, and i have an older brother named David. he is the most…amazing person in the world to me. he is my adviser, my protector, my big brother and my emotional support.
so yes, i was born in paris, france and i am able to speak english and french fluently as my mother and father taught me. i don’t know what else to really say about my past actually. i grew up in a middle class family, and my mother was a journalist while my father was a business man. my brother is only a few years older than me. so he would be 18 right now. i guess i will skip to when i was 8 years old. that was when my mother signed me up for ballet lessons. i wasn’t very good at first and my instructor was a harsh woman. she was always yelling at me, and grabbing my arms to fix my dancing position and i always cried after her class. i was eight, i mean, i was a cry baby. well, i still am..
but she was always shouting at me. my brother would comfort me and tell me that i am going to be something and well, i pushed myself harder and harder and eventually i moved up in the rankings of the ballerinas in paris. by the time i was 12, i was nearly nationally ranked and on the day of my audition when i was 14 to the national paris ballet school, i chickened out..i was too scared and even after my brother talked to me, i still couldn’t do it. i was always a nervous kid but this…this felt worse than anxiety. i had been sick for weeks to the thought of the audition and …i don’t regret it that much…derek still teases me about it but he’s more sensitive about it than he was when were in france. we just arrived here a few weeks ago, i start school soon and my job is starting up in a few weeks as well, i'm um..really, really nervous for it...but at least we are with my older brother again...and my parents seem happy and are doing well here, they don't regret leaving france in the slightest cause they would do anything for their kids...
wow, what a story, well i guess that's all that i have time for. it was a pleasure to meet you and i hope that we meet again.
-looks up after speaking her small and rather bland history, giving a nostaligic nod that was given at the beginning of the interview and stands up, smoothing out the skirt and pulling at the hem to lower it, allowing more of her waist to be shown and less of her leg- t-t-thank you f-f-for your t-time. i-it was a p-pleasure to meet you t-too.. -bows her head and slips out of the room quickly, almost as if she was never there at all-[/i
and for the actual roleplayer
What do you go by?
haleyzard
How old are you?
old
How long have you been doing this?
dinosaur days
What timezone are you in?
eastern
How can we reach you?
ask for msn or aim/pm me
Who else have you got?
jackson winston
Canon or Original?
original
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