Amethyst Gage
Nov 19, 2013 21:07:40 GMT -5
Post by Amethyst Gage on Nov 19, 2013 21:07:40 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Amethyst Iris Gage
Nickname: Amy
Age: Eighteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Wings
The wings that appear are dragon like. Wide and strong, they are white. She can’t hold more than fifty pounds other than her weight and just like any other limb or piece of body, it needs to be exercised, even more so. She can fly for long periods of time, but she prefers not to because it normally ends her up in bed or not doing anything for a few hours and she likes to be active.
Play By: Louisa Connolly-BurnhamLet it F L O W . . .
First Appointment
Amy sat down on the green couch, her knees close to her chest, heart pounding wildly. How did she let her mother talk her into going to the counselor? It was a pretty young woman who couldn’t be any older than she was. Her counselor’s brow furrowed when she noticed Amy’s closed off sitting position.
“My name is Keller, I am your counselor.”
“This is new to you isn’t it?” she asked, pity flaring in her eyes. Amy looked away; she hated it when people looked at her with pity. She didn’t need pity and she didn’t need this damned counselor. Why would her mother tell her to do this? Why? Sighing deeply, she nodded.
“I don’t trust people easily,” Amy said, almost gritting her teeth.
“I can see that by your closed off position. Why don’t you tell me about yourself? What do you like to do?”
“I like to read…write, sing and cook. I cook very well and I plan on being a chef when I get out of high school.” Amy put one leg down, relaxing a little.
“Where do you go to high school?” Keller asked, writing down on her legal yellow pad.
“Hammel Institute.”
“Oh? What’s your power?” Amy shut down. She brought her leg up and tensed her back. There was another thirty minutes left in the session, but she wasn’t going to speak. That woman had put herself out of her zone. That was not a question that Amy answered easily. Or willingly actually. She wasn’t ashamed of her power, not at all, but she would rather keep it private.
“I would rather not say,” she admitted.
“That’s perfectly fine. How do you get along with your peers at the school?”
“They think I’m a bitch. They pick on me, so I return the favor and none of them like it. They absolutely think that I am rude and ill mannered and…yeah…” Amy looked away, tears filling in her eyes. Keller wrote something down on her pad and looked at the clock right in front of her.
“Well, looks like we are out of time,” Keller said, standing up and putting away her legal pad.
Second Appointment
Amy was once again forced to go. Why didn’t her mother just say yes to getting a dog and letting Amy work on this on her own? Well, truthfully, this time around, she felt a little more relaxed. She had had time to get used to the fact that she was going to be laying down what happened in her life and what aspects of her personality had been shaped by those actions or situations in her life. Who knew what a week could do for the brain?
“Amethyst?” Keller called. Amy got up and went to the same room with the same couch. She sat in the same position, though she felt more relaxed and more willingly to share. “How are you feeling tonight?”
“More relaxed.” Amy put both feet on the ground.
“Oh? Tell me about yourself then, what did you do today?”
“Today, my boyfriend is going hunting.” Amy made a face.
“How do you feel about him hunting?”
“I know we’re at the top of the food chain and we’re superior to other animals and blah, blah, blah, but I do know that animals feel pain and emotions like we do and I think hunting should only be done if you are hunting for meat, not trophies. I told him that there will be absolutely no trophies in our home if we ever move in together.”
“Last session, you describe yourself as a bitch.”
“I am a bitch.”
“How? Because they say you are?”
“Well…sure. I’m afraid of what people think of me, but no one knows that…well besides you now. I put up a wall, one that’s always erect or is a few blocks away from keeping people out. I don’t trust because people have hurt me. I can be nice and compassionate, yes, but most of all, I know how to stick up for myself…when I need to anyway.”
“What do you mean need to?”
“I mean, I don’t do confrontation well. I can stick up for myself, but when I see someone being picked on, I want to step in, but I’m afraid that those people will turn their attention on me and…”
“Also, you said that you liked to sing, write, read and cook. Tell me about those.”
“I sing. A lot. When I’m upset, I listen to Evanescence and when I’m happy I’ll listen to anything with a beat. It is who I am. Essentially. Music is my life, but I can cook fairly well. I plan on being chef. I want to own my own bakery and I write. Stories. Mostly short stories.”
Amy wished that time would be over. She wished she could go home to her mother and flop on her bed. There was still fifteen minutes left.
“Tell me about your childhood.”
“I grew up in a good home. My parents stayed together until I was eleven and then my mother decided that marriage wasn’t for her. She moved up here to Pilot Ridge and we started a life here. A year after that…I developed my power. I fell out the top window of my bedroom in the attic and fervently wished I could fly. All of a sudden, these massive wings appeared out of my back and it caught a draft that lowered me to the ground without any harm done.” Keller looked enraptured.
Fifteen minutes passed easily. “I’ll see you next week.”Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Key
Age: 19
RP Experience: 2 years
How did you find us?:Another characterShow your S K I L L S . . .Look at Asher Mew
