Post by cora west on Jul 21, 2008 19:29:15 GMT -5
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CORA KENDALL WEST
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FULL NAME: Cora Kendall West
NICKNAMES?: Cor
AGE: Twenty-three.
GRADE: Junior.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
OCCUPATION: She's a waitress as Sushi Samba.
SOCIAL STATUS: Lower-middle class. She's pretty much supporting herself.
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HEIGHT: 5'2".
WEIGHT: 110.
HAIR: Cora has long, naturally blonde hair that has a few lighter blonde highlights mixed in over the top. She’s never considered going darker than her natural color, feeling that she looks generally brighter with her sunny blonde color than she would with a darker brown hue.
EYES: When Cora put her photo into a celebrity-matching generator, she was compared to many Asian celebrities although she’s completely white. The reason for this is her icy blue eyes – they’re absolutely tiny. She hates them and wishes that there was some sort of procedure to correct it, but in actuality she would look odd if they were any bigger than they are at the moment. Although small, they match her face and body and actually make her look, as her mother would say, cute as a button. Despite their small size, however, Cora’s eyes really do say a lot about her. This may sound cliché, but I’m just going to come out and say it: they are, if nothing else, the windows to her soul. Yes, yes, I said it – the words that have long been uttered by romantics and poets alike, I said them! But what can I say? It’s true. Whether Cora’s feeling completely ecstatic or completely enraged, you can tell by just glancing at her eyes. Tip: If she’d happy, her eyes will probably be almost non-existent because they tend to get awfully tiny when she smiles. Which is only, uh, all the time.
BODY TYPE: Cora isn’t very tall, standing at only 5’2”. This is a bit of a surprise considering that her mother and father are very tall, 5’9” and 6’2” respectively. Cora doesn’t mind being short, however, because with her lack of height comes daintiness; coupled with the fact that she’s got tiny hands and tiny feet, she's pretty much as dainty as they come. She’s rather thin, only about a 110 pounds, which is light for her height and age. It’s genetic, though, as her mother was always thin as a rail and her father’s mother was never above 130. As much as Cora eats, she always ends up working out more, so she’s not able to retain any of the calories she consumes. She’s a bit of a gym rat, spending almost an hour and a half a day working out in her local 24-Hour Fitness. Although people generally dislike working out, Cora craves the serotonin rush one acquires after aerobic activity because she’s always more upbeat afterwards. Plus, it keeps her fit and healthy.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Just her ears. She almost got a tattoo on her wrist when she was eighteen – an effort to rebel against her parents – but the second the needle touched her skin, she freaked and ran. Needles were never her thing...too sharp and pointy.
ANYTHING ELSE?: She’s got this mole right by her left eye that bugs the hell out of her. She’s too scared to get it removed because she’s got such a low threshold for pain, but she doesn’t cease from complaining about it when she stares in the mirror and is doing her make-up with other people present. While her best friend Topher thinks it adds “character,” Cora just thinks it adds “fugliness” to her otherwise lovely features. Naturally, that’s not the only mole she has – her arms are sprinkled with little brown freckles that also cause her grief. Moreso after Topher exclaimed when they met and were both way too drunk for a Wednesday night, “The moles on your arm look like a constellation of stars.”
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Cora’s a naturally attractive girl, with bright features and a petite, slim stature that many girls work all their lives to obtain. That’s not to say that Cora didn’t have to work for her physique; she goes to the gym almost everyday to keep her skin tight and glowing. Her dedication to working out seems to be paying off, because her shape has never been better. With model-worthy legs and a stomach so flat that you could probably balance a wine glass on it without risking any spillage (that is, if she doesn't breath), she's definitely been pretty blessed in the physical department. She even manages to fill it out her clothes well - although she doesn't have breasts as big as she'd prefer, they're pretty much perfectly sized for her and her clothing.
I know what you're thinking. "Giselle, where are this girl's flaws?!" Well, dear reader, there are some. But I ate them.
Oh, I'm just kidding you. Cora's got millions of flaws! She is human after all. For one, her eyes are much too small and they almost disappear into her skin when she laughs. Her nose is slightly crooked, a product of when she broke it playing racquetball in the seventh grade - if you aren't able to guess, she was hit in the face with a racquet. Her feet are too small for her frame (a size 5), which makes her prone to stumbling sometimes and tripping more than she should. It’s a miracle this girl hasn't seriously injured herself in heels yet.
As for what she puts on her body, Cora is very conscious of her fashion choices. Her style could probably be classified as boho-chic meets park avenue princess with a touch of rocker chick mixed in, but that might be overdoing it. In reality, her style is just a mixture of all the facets of herself (plus haute couture) – and it always reflects her mood. Really, if you want to know what she’s feeling or what her mood is, don’t bother looking deep into her eyes (see above: “…[her eyes are] the windows to her soul.”) or anything silly like that – instead, just look at her outfit! For instance, if she’d in an angry mood or something she might be seen wearing a chunky chain-linked necklace or a darker, more neutral ensemble. If she’s in a good mood, look out for bright colors and flirty frocks. Her obsession of the moment? Colored tights. They can really brighten up any outfit, and this is the part of the application where I start to sound like a fashion writer so I’m just going to stop.
FACE CLAIM: The lovely Kristen Bell.
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GENERAL TRAITS: Sarcastic, Witty, Smarter-Than-You, Bubbly, Happy, Sociable, Sensitive.
PERSONALITY:
- Most prominently, Cora is a sweetheart – giggly, nice, upbeat, sincere, sensitive, down to earth…basically, everything that a person wants to be called, she effortlessly is. Underneath that, however, she can actually be quite a serious person. She’s a great conversationist due to this, something that works in her favor around people. The talent to start conversations is hard to come by, but when someone has it, generally people flock to them.
- Cora is quite laidback and messy, two qualities that do not work well together. For her room, at least. Really, it looks like a disaster area – there are old Starbucks cups littering every shelf, papers covering every inch of desk, clothes strewn all over, shoes lying willy-nilly on the floor, magazines everywhere…you get the idea. It’s not pretty. Her neurotic, clean-freak mother once almost had a heart attack after seeing her room. Luckily, she made sure to remind her to breathe.
- In relationships, Cora does not know how to handle herself. Because she’s not a very anal person, she lets most things slide even if they bug her half to death. This allows her partners to take advantage of her and use her better qualities (she can always get you a discount at Sushi Samba) for their benefit. She can never understand why this happens, although her friends have tried to explain her doormat tendencies to her time and time again.
- With friends, Cora is very, very dedicated and probably more herself than she is with romantic partners. Always cracking subtle jokes at an unbelievably quick pace and laughing in a carefree fashion, it’s obvious that she doesn’t like to take life too seriously. This is why she’s able to keep friends, as opposed to men – around people she doesn’t want to form a romantic bond with, she’s an amazing person to hang out with. She’s a good listener as well, often offering friendly advice and a shoulder to cry on when her friends have problems and need someone to vent to.
- In work and school, Cora is pretty dedicated. Currently she’s a waitress at Sushi Samba, a high-end restaurant in one of Manhattan’s trendiest neighborhoods, and she’s kept the job for almost a year. This is mostly because she’s friends with her boss, yes, but also because she actually tries to be the best employee she can be. She’ll be damned if she fails at something and quits immediately thereafter – no, when Cora falls, she just gets right back up, dusts herself off, and keeps on going. Luckily, she’s never failed at school, but she has screwed up at some of her old jobs.
LOVES: Her job. Dance Dance Revolution (She's a pro). Guitar Hero (She's also a pro at that). Rock stars. Silver-colored plasticware (It is a paradox! It appears to be something it’s not, and she loves it). Woodgrain-patterened paper plates. Dogs. Animals (She’s always been good with them, kinda like Snow White). The X-Files. Heels that are so tall they almost resemble stilts. Being a girl. Clothes. Fashion. The Bachelor is her guilty pleasure. Ryan Seacrest, for some strange reason. Horror flicks. Zombie flicks, of course. Shaun of the Dead. The Beatles. Anything French – Marie Antoinette is her hero. Aphex Twin. Being a natual blonde – with so many fakers out there, it's comforting to know that she's all real (well, except for those highlights she got about a month ago...). Music. Old Hollywood glamour. Pink. Men speaking with English accents. Men speaking with Irish accents. Men speaking with Scottish accents. Men in general. Starbucks Iced White Mochas with no whip. Red M&Ms (she hates all other colors for absolutely no reason, it's a little ridiculous). Painted finger and toenails. Men who are confident – but not so much that it's unattractive. Baking, especially pies. John Lennon. Her school, sometimes.
HATES: Her job, sometimes. Rock stars. Serial killers (except Dexter Morgan [
FEARS: Dying in her sleep. Dying young. Dying in general. Being broken up with while naked, because she’s seen it happen in movies. STDs – Chlamydia is not her friend. A zombie attack! And, of course, Michael Jackson.
HABITS:
- Annoying her parents.
- Blogging about random things no one cares about.
- Annoying Topher. With love, of course.
- Picking out all the red M&Ms when she gets a bag of M&Ms and leaving rest for Topher.
- Clicking her tongue when she’s bored.
- Twirling her hair at the most random times. Only when it’s long, though.
- Drinking too much at inappropriate times (such as, and not limited to, birthday parties, baby showers, Christmas with the family, and lunch time).
FLAWS:
- She inadvertently tells people what to do a lot, which can be annoying to some. Like, she’ll just gently prod a person to do something that they may or may not want to do, or she’ll offer to help them with something she don’t want help with. Basically, she butts into people’s affairs too much – it’s something she’s working on.
- She also has another filthy habit – biting her nails. She does it when she’s nervous or under pressure, and as a result she’s got disgusting nail beds. Really, they’re just weak and dented…not good. Once, she went to a nail salon, and she heard the person behind the counter gasp. Although she paid fifteen dollars for the nail job, the paint didn’t last long – she’d bitten it off by the next week.
- She’s also a coffee addict. Really, she drinks like twelve cups a day, it’s no joke. She actually needs it to survive, or else she’ll just drop asleep at any given moment. She’s not sure when this started happening, but she isn’t really keen on finding out how long it takes to get rid of it – what if she falls asleep while she’s driving?! She’s definitely not narcoleptic, but it’s awfully close.
- She’s also a bit of a slut. It’s not a conscious decision – she just can’t stop herself from sleeping with guys on the first date for some reason. It could be that she doesn’t fathom that it’s wrong to sleep with guys left and right…she’s been doing it since high school. In fact, the only period she didn’t do it was when she was with Pete, and that was only because she was doing it with him a lot. She just likes to feel close to men, and she feels like sex is the way to get ultimately close.
- She’s an on-and-off smoker. She got into it when she was in her junior year of high school, and has been consistently trying to quit since then.
- She taps her foot when she’s bored without even noticing.
STRENGTHS:
- Driving. Come on, she’s from Los Angeles.
- Making coffee.
- School work.
- Somehow paying her rent and funding her fashion addiction on minimum wage plus tips. Luckily, she got a loan for school that she doesn’t have to pay off until she’s finished.
- Sleeping with men on the first date. She’s really good at that.
WEAKNESSES:
- Sleeping with men on the first date. She never understands why they don’t call back.
- Her ‘passion for fashion’. Don’t let her near any couture stores after she’s gotten her paycheck.
- Cute guys.
- Coffee.
- The fact that she doesn’t care as much as she should about relationships. The only real one she’s ever had – with Pete – broke up because she couldn’t love him as much as he loved her. She just can’t bring herself to care for someone so much more than herself.
ANOTHER PERSON'S OPINION ON YOUR CHARACTER:
[from Topher Lane, her proclaimed BFF]:
Cora. Girl from the land where happy cows allegedly come from. Apparently what makes the cows happy (theory of the moment being porn – one thing that California has that nobody else does!) makes Cora that much so. She's a pretty fantastic person to be around for that reason – among many others (being fine with letting herself do most of the talking, for example). But – I don't know – she's just one of the few people I've found that I can keep up and can keep up with me. She constantly challenges me – something I'm not used to, so I guess I never knew I liked that. But, well, there's that… and she's my best friend. She's brilliant and funny and her favorite movie is Shaun of the Dead. I didn't even know there were women like her. It's just… sometimes knowing we both feel that, but I feel something else too… that's the kind of challenging part that sucks.
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FAMILY:
Mother: Kelly West, 51, Real Estate Agent.
Father: Benjamin West, 57, Real Estate Agent.
HOMETOWN: Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She moved around the city, though; she was born in Sherman Oaks (yes, the setting of Valley Girl), but she went to high school in West Hollywood and three years of college in Westwood (at UCLA).
HISTORY: When Cora West was born in sunny Los Angeles, California on August 5th, 1985, Kelly West took one look at her and immediately pointed out her most obvious flaw – “She has blonde hair.” This heartless reaction would remain a constant in the poor girl’s life, as Kelly was a judgmental woman who had made it her purpose to point out every little flaw her daughter possessed. And it only got worse as Cora grew older – the criticisms became harsher and more constant. “Don’t slouch,” – age five. “Stop playing with your hair,” – age six. “Don’t drag your feet,” – age eight. “Your hair is absolutely dry, go put some product in it,” – age thirteen. “Why are you wearing that outfit, it makes your ass look huge,” – age fifteen. “Honey, are you sure you want that croissant?” – age sixteen – you get the idea. Benjamin, Cora’s father, didn’t like to get involved in Kelly’s affairs (he was slightly afraid of her) so he mostly stayed out of his wife’s conversations with their daughter and focused on shaping their son into a carbon copy of himself. Fun family, no?
It wasn’t long before Cora began to rebel from her mother and try to find herself. Unfortunately for Cora, however, her method of rebelling wasn’t exactly healthy and it probably did more damage to her than it did her mother’s pride – because, Cora…she had an affixation to rock stars. Well…wannabe rock stars, anyway. Not exactly the most sincere guys on the planet, eh? Every guy she brought home was seemingly the same: Dark, messy hair, eyes smudged in what could only be drugstore-brand black eyeliner (she once had a guy ask if he could borrow her lipstick – no joke), outfit that was more than 60% leather, a tendency to screw everything that moved…you get the picture. Obviously, Cora was hurt quite a few times by these rockers, once even physically – oh, you should have seen the look on her face when her gynecologist announced that she had Chlamydia. It was hilarious.
Needless to say, Cora’s sworn off the rock stars. A broken heart she can get over, but an STD? Uh, no.
As you can probably infer at this point, Cora doesn’t have a bad head on her shoulders. While she can sometimes find herself making the worst possible decisions (Capris with tennis shoes? At her height?), she generally knows when she’s wrong and how to fix things. Dating rock stars not working? Go cold turkey and date a geek.
So, that’s exactly what she did.
She was nineteen when she met Pete. It was her first year at UCLA – film major – and she was rushing to a class that she was late for because she’d taken too much time looking for parking. She run straight into Pete, knocking over the ridiculous amount of books he had been carrying. Cora didn’t drop anything, but she did fall – and the books did fall on her. After Pete spluttered out an “Oh God, I killed her!” Cora got over her shock and got up. She even helped him pick up his books. “I’m so sorry,” Pete had apologized as Cora attempted to laugh her pain away, “you probably think I’m a big…psycho or something.”
“Oh, only a little,” Cora grinned, signifying just how much she was kidding. “No, it was totally my fault, I’m kinda clumsy.”
“You?” Pete appeared surprised, but he wiped the look off his face quickly.
Cora smiled. “Well…enjoy your day…um…”
“Pete.”
“Pete.” She smiled. “I’m Cora.”
They didn’t see each other again until a week later at a bar in central Westwood Village. Pete didn’t seem the type to go to bars, so it struck Cora as quite odd that he would pick the same night as she did to break his mold. Pete would never tell her, but he’d been following her since their meeting and waiting for the perfect time to talk to her again. They laughed over drinks (Cora was somehow able to charm the bartender into serving her when she was obviously underage), coming together with their mutual love of The X-Files. “When I was younger,” Cora had admitted after a few martinis, “I wanted to dye my hair red and change my name to Scully.”
“Me too!” Pete exclaimed. Cora shot him an odd look, furrowing her brows with slight confusion. “I mean…” Pete trailed, “Yeah. So I’m gonna go put a bag over my head now.” He began to get up.
“No, no,” Cora giggled and forced him back down, “I think it’s cute.”
“Yeah?” Pete asked with mild surprise, taking a sip of his own drink.
“Sure. Scully.” Cora grinned.
They were together for about three years. The first two were great – they stayed up late watching Letterman, they wasted time playing Dance, Dance Revolution and Guitar Hero together in his apartment, they bonded over their mutual love of Scully and Mulder (and their shared opinion that, while Gillian Anderson has only grown prettier since the days of The X-Files, David Duchovny has mysteriously lost his eyebrows), and Cora even used him as the subject of her short film for one of her classes.
”Tangerines!” Pete yelled, stomping his foot on the ground. “Where are the tangerines?!”
The last year, however…things just started to get weird. They didn’t have much to talk about anymore, Pete didn’t want to leave the apartment (he basically lived in sweatpants), and she was just getting tired. So, she broke up with him. It was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do – especially with Pete wailing at her not to leave – but she knew she had to do it. She’d tried to save the relationship, she really had…but she just couldn’t take waiting around anymore. She wanted to live, to experience life, and Pete obviously didn’t.
“Please, Whit,” Pete pleaded, nervously tugging the hem of his dark green Costco-brand t-shirt down over his gray Costco-brand sweatpants. “Please, don’t go.”
“Pete…” Cora trailed, biting her lip. “You know I love you. But I just…I can’t anymore. I feel like we’re leading different lives.”
“I can change!” Pete quickly struggled to get his t-shirt off, “see?!”
Cora paused. “Pete, I didn’t mean…”
“It’s the sweatpants, isn’t it?” Pete asked, distraught. “Cora, I can stop wearing them! Please!”
“Pete!” Cora exclaimed, stepping forward and stopping his hand from tugging his sweatpants off too. “Pete, it’s not the sweatpants. It’s just – it’s not you, it’s me,” She sighed, taking her hand off his, “I just don’t think I’m ready to be in a relationship right now. It’s…it’s not the right time.”
Pete’s eyes flickered to the nearby digital clock. When the minute changed, he returned his gaze to Cora, expectantly. “What about now?”
Cora sighed. “Pete, please don’t make this hard.”
“It’s hard because you don’t want to break up either!” Pete exclaimed. “I can see it. Just – come on, come to bed, we’ll talk – ”
“Pete!” Cora stopped him, throwing her hands up to signify ‘stop,’ “It’s over. I’m sorry.” She kept her blue eyes locked on him for a moment, as if taking a final mental snapshot…and then she left.
Two weeks later, she was on a flight to New York. She’d left without telling anyone – she hadn’t even quit her job – but she felt like she needed a change. A fresh start in a fresh city…what could go wrong?
She got a new job, this time in a swanky Sushi Bar – Sushi Samba, actually – on the Upper East Side. It wasn’t the best job, but it paid the rent. And her boss wasn’t a jerk (he was quite nice, to be honest), so that was a big plus.
After a few months in the city, she finally transferred her credits from UCLA to another school so she could finish up her degree. Since it was pretty late in the year to apply for spring semester, not many schools were keen on taking a spontaneous dropout so late, even though her grades were pretty top notch. The only school she got into was a small (and expensive) private school in the city, Waverly University. She’d never really heard of it before collegeboard.com had matched her up with it, but her experience didn’t prove it any less than average. Although some of the people fit the classic “rich bitch” stereotype, the students were nice enough. She even met her current best friend there, Topher, who was a TA in her “Techniques of Feature Writing” class. Needless to say, she earned an ‘A’ in that course without even having to show up more than a few times…
As if that life-changing decision to move to New York City wasn’t enough, her life took a drastic turn a about six months later when she was twenty-three. Topher, who had by then risen up to the coveted ‘BFF’ status, got a DVD as a present for his birthday. Even though it was something he didn’t seem too interested in watching at the moment, Cora insisted on popping it in. Why waste a good present? Topher didn’t really protest, so they watched it. That movie? Dawn of the Dead. Although she was completely scared through the entire film, she was completely enamored by the thought of zombies. So, like any self-respecting person who didn’t want to die in the event of an attack, she got prepared. Currently, there’s a closet in her little apartment that’s filled with bottled water, Spam, and various weapons to help fight off the undead. Topher thinks she’s crazy, but Cora just sees herself as prepared. “You won’t be laughing when your Uncle Earl is ripping out your jugular!” She had threatened him one night as she was placing more canned food in her nifty closet.
As of the late, there have been no zombie attacks, but Cora is still convinced that one is coming. According to her, all the signs are there.
Now a junior at Waverly, Cora’s life seems to be going pretty well. She’s got a pretty tight circle of friends (yet, there seems to be no steady ‘boyfriend’ figure – she just can’t seem to hold onto guys very well because she seems to always fall for the wrong type), a great little apartment near school where she lives blissfully alone, and a job that manages to pay her rent and her fashion obsession – oh, yeah, and she just found out that her ex, Pete, recently won the California lottery.
”Is there anything you would like to say, Mr. Turner?” The grinning reporter asked Pete outside of his apartment, just one day after he’d won the Superlotto.
“Yeah, actually – Cora West, you suck! Look at what you’re missing! I hope you’re really unhappy!”
“O-Okay – ”
“But you can call. If you want to. I haven’t changed my number.”
“Thank you, Mr. Turner – ”
Pete clutched the microphone tightly in his grasp, “My mom never liked you.”
“Can we cut!?”
“And that dress was too slutty!”
Needless to say, Cora never called.
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YOUR NAME: giselle
YEARS RPING: like, eight or nine.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None others right now, but possibly one more!
PHRASE: ADMIN EDIT
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
Claire flashed a tiny smile as Noah laid a soft kiss against her forehead, her lids sliding closed at the contact. Although she would probably always be his little girl – it was no secret that Claire was a bona fide ‘Daddy’s Girl’ – she didn’t really like to hear it. She desperately wanted to appear grown up in her parent’s eyes so she could gain more freedom and privileges, so if they still saw her as their ‘little girl,’ it didn’t help her case. She opened her eyes, letting the smile remain on her face. “It’s not fair,” Her voice was low, “I can’t be mad at you when you do that.”
She picked up her fork again, although she only continued to prod at the waffles rather than actually cut a piece off and ingest them. Waffles were her favorite breakfast food – next to cereal – but she just couldn’t bring herself to eat anything. With all the events of the past few days, she just wasn’t hungry. I wonder if I’d still be able to survive if I stopped eating, She inwardly mused, just as her stomach churned hydrochloric acid from the lack of food. So, maybe she was hungry – but she still didn’t want to eat. Continuing to poke at the waffle with no intention on consuming it, she caught Noah’s thoughtful look. “What they can do?” He inquired, repeating her previous sentence with slight confusion in his tone. Claire’s eyes briefly widened, but she quickly saved herself and amended her sentence.
“Like…hobbies and weird talents and stuff,” She said, generally pleased with that explanation. “What else would I mean?” She made sure to keep her tone light, not wanting Noah to probe any further into that statement. She’d just have to be more careful with what she said in the future – her dad was a smart guy. She didn’t want to know how he’d react if he found out she was a…a freak of some sort. To her, it wasn’t completely irrational to think that he’d wish he had never adopted her.
Lucky for her, Noah didn’t ask her any more questions about her blunder. Instead, he actually gave her question a straightforward answer. “I don't mean to be condescending – even though being condescending without the intention to is happening a lot these days," Claire set her fork down, "I don't think now's the time to know." And there it was – the answer she had pretty much expected but hadn’t been ready to hear at all.
“But Da – “ She began a retort, only to be cut off by the distinct voice of the Midland, Texas news reporter Kimberly Kern reporting from – did she say Union Wells High School? Claire turned her eyes to the television screen that she could clearly see from her spot in the kitchen, putting her attention into hearing the story. “It seems that its principal, Mr. George Marks, has been missing since early this after—” Kern’s voice was cut off by Lyle’s much louder one as he entered the kitchen – “Waffles? Sweet!” – but Claire was quick to shut him up. “Shut up, Lyle,” She quickly glanced at her younger brother before turning back to stare at the screen. “…administrative powers of Vice Principal Van Clemmons, it is already quite clear that—” Her voice faded, the volume meter clearly appearing against the image of the red-headed reporter with hair that seemed much too perfect for her own well-being. Claire turned to look at Noah, whose finger was firmly pressed on the volume ‘down’ button on the remote.
“Guess I don’t have to go to detention anymore…” She trailed, obviously quite shaken by the fact that her principal had been kidnapped – or something.
“You got detention?” Lyle asked, his eyes widening as he tried to figure out just how he could torment her with that bit of information, “Why? Did someone catch you making out with the quarterback in the janitor’s closet? Brody?”
Claire’s eyes went wide. “Have you been reading my d – hey, why is there a Biology book on the counter?” Her eyes caught the book laying flat on a counter near the sink, the book that obviously wasn’t hers because hers was sitting securely in her locker at school.
Lyle glanced at it. “Some blonde chick brought it over yesterday. She was hot.”
“Who was it?” Claire asked, curiously. “My book's at school.”
Lyle shrugged, plucking something like four waffles off the stack and putting them on his plate. As he began to douse them all in syrup, he backed up his action with a simple, and mumbled, “Iuono.” Claire sighed, holding back to urge to cringe at the drowning waffles. She turned her gaze back to her father, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to leave their conversation at that, but it was clearly evident that Noah was finished talking about it.
She picked up her fork again, although she only continued to prod at the waffles rather than actually cut a piece off and ingest them. Waffles were her favorite breakfast food – next to cereal – but she just couldn’t bring herself to eat anything. With all the events of the past few days, she just wasn’t hungry. I wonder if I’d still be able to survive if I stopped eating, She inwardly mused, just as her stomach churned hydrochloric acid from the lack of food. So, maybe she was hungry – but she still didn’t want to eat. Continuing to poke at the waffle with no intention on consuming it, she caught Noah’s thoughtful look. “What they can do?” He inquired, repeating her previous sentence with slight confusion in his tone. Claire’s eyes briefly widened, but she quickly saved herself and amended her sentence.
“Like…hobbies and weird talents and stuff,” She said, generally pleased with that explanation. “What else would I mean?” She made sure to keep her tone light, not wanting Noah to probe any further into that statement. She’d just have to be more careful with what she said in the future – her dad was a smart guy. She didn’t want to know how he’d react if he found out she was a…a freak of some sort. To her, it wasn’t completely irrational to think that he’d wish he had never adopted her.
Lucky for her, Noah didn’t ask her any more questions about her blunder. Instead, he actually gave her question a straightforward answer. “I don't mean to be condescending – even though being condescending without the intention to is happening a lot these days," Claire set her fork down, "I don't think now's the time to know." And there it was – the answer she had pretty much expected but hadn’t been ready to hear at all.
“But Da – “ She began a retort, only to be cut off by the distinct voice of the Midland, Texas news reporter Kimberly Kern reporting from – did she say Union Wells High School? Claire turned her eyes to the television screen that she could clearly see from her spot in the kitchen, putting her attention into hearing the story. “It seems that its principal, Mr. George Marks, has been missing since early this after—” Kern’s voice was cut off by Lyle’s much louder one as he entered the kitchen – “Waffles? Sweet!” – but Claire was quick to shut him up. “Shut up, Lyle,” She quickly glanced at her younger brother before turning back to stare at the screen. “…administrative powers of Vice Principal Van Clemmons, it is already quite clear that—” Her voice faded, the volume meter clearly appearing against the image of the red-headed reporter with hair that seemed much too perfect for her own well-being. Claire turned to look at Noah, whose finger was firmly pressed on the volume ‘down’ button on the remote.
“Guess I don’t have to go to detention anymore…” She trailed, obviously quite shaken by the fact that her principal had been kidnapped – or something.
“You got detention?” Lyle asked, his eyes widening as he tried to figure out just how he could torment her with that bit of information, “Why? Did someone catch you making out with the quarterback in the janitor’s closet? Brody?”
Claire’s eyes went wide. “Have you been reading my d – hey, why is there a Biology book on the counter?” Her eyes caught the book laying flat on a counter near the sink, the book that obviously wasn’t hers because hers was sitting securely in her locker at school.
Lyle glanced at it. “Some blonde chick brought it over yesterday. She was hot.”
“Who was it?” Claire asked, curiously. “My book's at school.”
Lyle shrugged, plucking something like four waffles off the stack and putting them on his plate. As he began to douse them all in syrup, he backed up his action with a simple, and mumbled, “Iuono.” Claire sighed, holding back to urge to cringe at the drowning waffles. She turned her gaze back to her father, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to leave their conversation at that, but it was clearly evident that Noah was finished talking about it.
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