OLIVIA JADE GALE

SO ROCK'N ROLL SO COOPERATE SUIT
SO DAMN UGLE SO DAMN CUTE
SO WELL TRAINED SO ANIMAL
SO NEED YOUR LOVE SO FUCK YOU ALL.

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welcome to 'bloomfield falls', colleague. i am evan armstrong, dean of this school and the one person who can either make or break you. i am kidding of course; i suppose my humor might have gone unnoticed. it's your age, i don't blame you. bit absorbed in the whole application process, aren't you? of course you are, i know your kind.

in order for us to determine whether you will fit in here or not i am going to ask you a few simple question. if you could just answer them as honestly as possible, that'd be great. before we begin go ahead and make yourself comfortable.
what the hell? don't touch those tiny pretzels, they are the last I've got!


I AM NOT A SINGER OF SONGS; I AM A SINGER OF LOVE

so, it's just you and i in my little office. do you like it? i picked the curtains out myself. anyway, i am me and you are but what exactly does that mean? why are you here?
“Well, I used to live locally to this place for a little time after living in America for my whole life. But I went back and was in a band which did very well; but we had out differences and split up. After a while going solo in America I realised I was missing Bloomfield Falls all the more so I decided to come back and open the little cafe called ‘Karen’s Cafe’”

nope, not impressed. not in the slightest. but the interview has only just started; don't worry.. there are only about 200 others wanting this spot as badly as you. if i called you by any other name, would that make you more comfortable?
“I suppose the name which would make me most comfortable would be Liv.”

it has a ring to it, i give you that. now that we are practically acquainted, tell me a little bit more about yourself. personal things you hoped i wouldn't ask.
“Personal things? Well, I turned twenty-four on the 6th May; a single child. My parents are Lily and Clive and split up when I was very little. They both still live in America and are a little angry that I’m here but they’ll get over it soon enough. I like to gossip from time to time – make sure I’m in the know, y’know? Sometimes I allow my emotions take over and I get too involved and end up being hurt but I never let it show. And... That’s all I can think off really...”

wow i am still awake, i’m surprised, really. you talk a little bit like you've swallowed a stick or you've been screaming your lungs out at a concert, all night. speaking of that, what do you like to do when you're not at work?
“Well, I have performed at quite a few concerts y’know – well probably not as we were more famous in America. Anyways, I like to read a book from time to time. I sometimes try my hand at actually writing a novel but usually after the first chapter, or two, I lose interest or I’ve thought of another story I could do. I don’t really enjoy writing my own songs; I can never figure out what to sing about so I usually ask others to write for me. Sometimes I dream about being a solo singer again but I don’t think it will ever happen.”

and you’re still alive? you must have some pretty good insurance or a nifty lawyer, eh? i love it, i am a bit of a risk taker myself. now that you got my attention again, tell me about all the things you avoid in life.
“The gym. I absolutely hate exercise don’t you? I just don’t see the point in it – obviously keeping fit; but I mean if I’m eating everything I should be I shouldn’t need to exercise, don’t you agree? Erm... Oh, I hate spiders like the usual folk. That’s about it.”

now that i know a little bit more about your precious self, go on and humor me some more. what kind of person are you, really? you know.. like when no one is watching or in general; i am not picky.
“Do you find me funny? Thanks! Well, if you really actually interested I plan to open my own restaurant or something. Probably it’s too big a plan for me as I’m always changing what I want to do – during the time in the band I was going to leave and become a hair dresser; why I don’t know?”

hmm, you sure as hell are not afraid to point out your flaws, are you? that could either mean you are smart and know not to piss me off by not answering my questions or you’re just plain dumb and don't even know that i am watching your every move. kidding, again. did you catch it this time? was it funny?
“Haha, yeah it wasn’t. I can tell that this is a script – you’ve said the same exact thing to many other people.”

that was good! that was really good. i am starting to like you. but let's say i had never seen you before and needed to pick you out in the staff room; how would i recognize you?
“Well, I wouldn’t be in the staff room as I’m not looking for a job at your school. But, usually I wear a pair of skinny jeans with knee-length black boots; a red top with my hair in a bobble coming down over my left shoulder. Oh yeah, my hairs brown by the way – if you haven’t noticed. I’m about 5’6ish.

well, i can tell looks are not your strong point. but what is?
“Excuse me? I suppose if your gonna be like that my strong point is pouring coffee at my shop. Seriously now, my strong point is singing that’s about it.”

blimey! you could have fooled me. let me make a note of that. hold on just one second, will you? okay, i am good. continue.
“Excuse me? I suppose if your gonna be like that my strong point is pouring coffee at my shop. Seriously now, my strong point is singing that’s about it.”

woah. interesting. does your family know about all that? you do have a family, don't you? or maybe you're even married with children? family is such a nice thing.
“Of course my family knows about my singing. Who doesn’t in America? *laughs to herself* But yeah my mum is called Lily, and my dad Clive. I have no siblings but I’m pretty close with my cousin Monica. But she’s moved to Africa writing a book about the wildlife the- hello? Am i boring you mister?”

oops. sorry about that, i must have dozed off. i am sure you were great in.. what were we talking about? oh what the heck.. tell me how you got here, and don't say by car. i mean, tell me about your life.
“My life? Well, it’s been good. My parents split up when I was young – like most of my other friends. We were gonna open a club; but y’know we were young. *stares into space remembering her old friends* Oh yeah, well my parents obviously never had other children even though I always wanted a younger brother.
“When I was at school I got most of the main parts in school plays even though I hated acting. At college I studied music for a year before joining my band and since then we were on tour. Except for one year where we all had a break and I came and lived here for a bit. Then we got back together and did a few more songs before finally stopping. And then my life was boring and I decided to come and move down here.”

ever considered writing a book? i think it would sell. we should talk about it some time later. anyway, yep, i think you'd fit in just fine. but where exactly do you think you'd belong?
“The locals? Well, I wouldn’t fit in with your school would I? And I’m opening my cafe aren’t I so that counts.”

once your background check is completed and i set you free what will you do? anything you are looking forward to?
“Well, I’ve opened my cafe so I’ll like to keep that running and hopefully it will be a good business.”

okay.. uhm.. maybe i made a mistake by hiring you, after all?
“You never did hire me dimwit, for Christ sake I don’t want to work for you!”

don't get so wound up, i was kidding. anyway, as fun as it was to talk to you and all that .. uhm.. i have places to go and people to see. we'll meet again, eh? i'll have my eyes on you.
“See you later then! Jerk.”

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Meet
"james"
he's been plotting since "14 [years]"
and gee doesn't (Olivia Gale) look like "(Bethany Joy Lenz)"
he's also the puppet master of "nobody "
but you can all me
"batman"

QUOTE

It was the time of twilight. The earlier twilight not the later, it was dawn. Vampires have hurried of to their homes and people will soon awake. It was peaceful and that was why Karriene loved it so much. It was a time when life was still which reminded Kar of the good old days before her father was killed. This was usually when she was at her happiest. Twilight. At the present moment Karrie was humming a jolly tune to herself which she hardly ever did. It was usually something rather depressing and upsetting but not when it was dawn or dusk. The snake was planning on looking around the place called the Drakborough. As it was early the seventh year Slytherin needed to wake herself up and her plan was to find some coffee and then carry on looking. It was lucky that not far from the entrance there was a little coffee shop. As she stopped her humming Northy walked up to the counter and ordered a coffee for herself. She waited for someone to get it. After he got the coffee she went to a small table at the back of the room before sitting and taking a sip of her coffee. Slipping her bag onto her knees Karriene brought out a pad of muggle paper and quill along with ink. It was time to create some lyrics. On the cover of the notepad was multiple drawings of music symbols and the word ‘LYRICS’ printed in bold bubble writing. Lifting open the cover with her right land she sipped her coffee using the left. Many of these pages were taken up with all of her different kind of lyrics. Most were of her usual taste, depressing ‘emo’, but there were a few happier songs. Due to the time of day Karrie felt like writing a happy song. Placing the feather in her mouth Karrie started to wonder on what to put in her lyrics. Grabbing the coffee she had another swig of her drink before placing it down on the table. At this time it would have been OK for somebody to approach her as she was calm and was actually happy for once. Even though she preferred to be alone usually it was now when she didn’t really mind meeting with somebody and talking to them. But it was her lyrics which were more important to her now. If she could only think of what to put in them. “Come on think Kar!” Suddenly an invisible light bulb flashed on top of her head and she smiled to herself. Twilight would be what she wrote about. The time of day when she found everything more pleasent and happy. The time of day when she actually felt a little happier. Taking another few swigs of her coffee Kar grabbed her quill and lay her head on the desk as she allowed her hand to scribble across the lines with lyrics.

This post has been edited by olivia gale on Aug 23 2009, 09:14 AM