STILES CLYDE GRIFFITH

[stiles clyde griffith]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i1219.photobucket.com/albums/dd434/pledgling/aa%20rv/bg1.png); border-left: 10px solid #0f0f0f; border-right: 10px solid #0f0f0f;] STILES, CLYDE, GRIFFITH {style=width: 501px; background-color: 141414; font-size: 10px; padding: 5; font-family: garamond; color: 7a6252; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:justify; letter-spacing: 1; border-top: 10px solid #0f0f0f; border-bottom: 10px solid #0f0f0f;}"Hello! my name is Merideth Charleston and I am the Dean here at Ashes School of the Gifted. We will gladly accept you with open arms, but first... what is your name?"[/style] He stumbled into the office, tearing his arm from the guard that roughly grabbed him and pulled him into the office in the first place. I said I have to go to the restroom! I didn’t say anything about taking off or trying to run, damn it! He snapped at the older male. Can’t a guy go pee in peace!? He finally brought his chocolate orbs to the woman looming at her desk. He blushed a light shade of pink from the realization that the woman before him had heard his embarrassing arguing with the guard. He laughed nervously, I can uh… hold it. He cleared his throat before plopping down in the chair provided in the office that stood unoccupied until Stiles set his ass down. He flailed his arms outward a bit when the seat felt as though it were about to tumble from under him. He grasped the base of the seat, realizing it had only been the sheer fact the chair’s leg needed fixing and just rocked here and there. God… gave me a heart attack... He carefully adjusted in his seat, hearing the woman begin to speak and introduce herself. He opened his mouth, pulling his rosy lips apart to answer the woman. Dean, huh? Wow… go girl power, right? He playfully throws up a fist pump before letting his hand slowly fall back by his side, laughing softly. He never would have expected to find himself in this predicament. Sitting in a broken chair and speaking with the Dean of a gifed school- well more like a gifted prison. Stiles didn’t care too much about the fact they couldn’t escape the place and had to practically live here. It pretty much felt like college… you know the one he came to be kidnapped from and brought here after someone snitched about his little secret. Here, he won’t have to hide very much at all since there are young adults and even faculty members who roam these halls with abilities of their own. So. Freakn. Awesome. Anyway, my name’s Stiles Griffith and I’m about seventeen years old. He offered her a goofy smile, stifling the urge to laugh. Yes, he already had an alcohol beverage- hell he had a lot of alcohol drinks one night. His friends made sure to get him real drunk so he could know the consequences and the mother fu- hangout that came the next morning. Not fun. He had the worst headache in the world. He made sure when he drank again he would make sure to only go as far as three alcohol drinks- though he’s a light weight and even that might ruin him. You can guess all the stupid things he got himself into… scratch that… the stuff his friends allowed him to get into. He’s just glad he doesn’t recall half of it. Well last I checked I have brown hair and brown eyes. He paused a moment, That came off a bit rude… I didn’t mean it to. But seriously… you can’t just look at me and tell? Wait never mind, that came off rude too. He lifted a hand, lacing his fingers through his short russet hair. His fingers then brushed and made a trail to the back of his neck where he rubbed it. Man… I could use a massage. My shoulders are killing me. He lifted both his hand, attempting to give himself a massage, but soon came to a stop since it probably appeared slightly off. He cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat, almost falling over since he neglected the fact the chair’s broken. You… need to get that fixed or one day I’m going to fall on my ass… or face. He bit his bottom lip a moment before informing Merideth with a few details. I guess I’m average weight? I think that’s 150 pounds last I checked? Um… he stands up, measuring himself on an imaginary measuring tape. shy of 6’0. And I’m pretty… built. Not anything light a buff but I always try and keep up with my body since if I don’t I could easily fall ill. It’s a long story. {style=width: 501px; background-color: 141414; font-size: 10px; padding: 5; font-family: garamond; color: 7a6252; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:justify; letter-spacing: 1; border-top: 10px solid #0f0f0f; border-bottom: 10px solid #0f0f0f;}"Nice to meet you! Now, before we can accept you, we must know what your records are. Can you tell them to me, please?"[/style] Nice to meet you too! He aimed a finger at her, plopping down on the seat just to be thrown off. He grunted when he hit the ground. UGH! DAMN CHAIR! He blushed deeply in embarrassment for failing to remember the seat was broken. He jumped up off the carpet, stumbling slightly back before clearing his throat. He absentmindedly scratched the back of his head, his attention falling to the carpet. He then bent over and grabbed the chair, placing it back on its legs. I think I’ll just stand. He told the woman, patting the chair’s back. He wrinkled his nose when Merideth inquired about his records. She asked nicely for them, but deep down Stiles knew he would have been forced to speak of them to her anyway. Don’t they have copies somewhere? He shrugged his shoulder, bringing a smile to his face. Sure. It can get confusing… so might want to just go back and read the actually records. He warned her before shifting his weight from being equally distributed to all being brought to one side so that he stood slightly slouched. I got into a pretty messed up car wreck when I turned thirteen. My parents really flicked a lid on my cousin since he had been the one behind the wheel-he’s about three years older than me. He just got his driver’s license and asked if he could just drive around town and his parents agree to it, but told him to stay close and be careful of course. Yea, he really listened. I thought it was too cool to be able to drive around and I guess somehow we came to a decision to be rebellious and go farther than his parents advised. I don’t recall but bits and pieces…. But I was told he ran a red light ad a eighteen wheel came and bashed into his side of the car. Killed him instantly and I barely made it out alive. They said I was in a coma for two weeks- according to the nurses that’s pretty long- and then had to go to therapy for a week or two to remember how to walk. Let’s just say I cannot recall anything from before then, and that may be on record, or you might actually come to find out more than I even know. On record, it informs you of his childhood before the accident. His parents didn’t meet out of the blue or sheer curiosity. The two had been high school flings that could never get enough of each other mentally or physically. They fought nonstop, then met up later to have a great night in their old mustang. This carried on for just under a year before they graduated. His parents split to go off on their difference ways; just to reunite to the fact Stiles’ mother came to be positive for pregnancy. Three month in trying to decide whether she wanted a baby and have to pay the bills, live in a world with the father of the baby- practically grow up- she kept the baby instead of having an abortion since she couldn’t bring herself to do such a thing to a human being growing inside of her. Despite the fact they deep down loathed one another, they came to shove their difference aside and actually brought themselves to fall in love with one another for the sake of their child. Once the baby was birthed, the two moved in together, got married, and tried to ride off into the sunset. However… happily ever after didn’t follow them. Their families didn’t agree with them having a baby. Each family despised the other. It came to be a real Romeo and Juliet complex relationship. Never the less, the two fought to keep a family, even if the family only consisted of the three of them. The only family that stuck by their side and supported them came to be the father’s sister. She even gave them a roof to sleep under for a good five years before they could afford their own first home, a small two bedroom one bath duplex in the small town in South Carolina. The father’s home town, despite the mother’s roots being a yank and wanting to move to Michigan. They agreed to South Carolina. While carrying on little arguments here and there, the parents leveled each other out. Stiles grew up without a country accent and instead carried a more northern tongue. His mother thanks god for that since she didn’t care for the southern accents. Nothing strange ever happened while he grew up. Both parents treated him lovingly until one night his father came home drunker than a sailor, arguing on how his “wife” went on and cheated on him. Claimed he witnessed her kissing another male. She denied the whole thing, calling him a liar and a drunk. For the school Stiles’ attended at a young age, his teachers worried about him, noticing a new bruise twice a week. At age ten a teacher asked his parents to come for a meeting, to talk about his grades. His grades were fine. She mainly asked about how home life is, and pointed out the bruises. Both parents denied physically harming their child. They took Stiles to the emergency room that following week. The doctors told them Stiles had Leukemia. Both his parents were devastated and begged for the doctor to do something to help their only child. The doctor thought a moment before slipping them a paper when a number, a name, and an address. He told them that this person can cure any disease imaginable. His parents didn’t hesitate to take the offer. The next day they called and set up an appointment, had to pay off the person despite the fact they needed the money to pay their next bill. Six hundred dollars later, their son was healed. However they were warned that at any time… he could have leukemia again. To avoid this, his father made sure to keep Stiles healthy and active. They had trouble keeping up with the house bills after that, but the wife found another means of getting the money they needed to pay bills. A few months later they were back on their feet again. Or so they hoped. The moment I could be released out of the hospital, you bet your ass I got out of there, he then shifted from one foot to the next, I hate hospitals. They always smell… sick. He wrinkled his nose to the memory. Anyway, life carried on. My parents got into a lot of verbal fights. I asked them if they always fought like that, and they said no- he shrugged, I believed them of course. But the fighting got so bad, at the age sixteen my parents split up. They didn’t divorced- still not divorced- just living in two different parts of the world. Mom went and moved to Michigan like she always talked about, and my dad stuck around in South Carolina where I grew up. On and off I went to live with them, which came to be a huge issue since they lived so far away from one another. I enjoyed Michigan better though. You may not think so… but there was a lot more stuff to do there. He kicked a bit, feeling the urge to pee coming back after he though he subsided it. I was tired of switching between states and just wanted to be alone by that time. I had a great relationship with my parents; don’t get me wrong, but all they want to know is how the other’s doing. They should just get back together for crying out loud. He drummed on the back of the chair with no real rhythm intended, Didn’t get to finish my second year in highschool before your man in black decided to kidnap me and force me here. Just so you know, I didn’t go down without going Batman on their ass. But of course we see who won. He laughed a bit. More like I was out numbered… and lost. I could have taken them... maybe. When she mentioned sexual orientation had to be answered, he stumbled, taken off guard by it. Oh Stiles was a curious bugger, always wanting to know if gay guys found him attractive, but he rather say it’s because he’s just… curious. That’s all. What!? THAT’S ALL!! DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT DAMN IT! I’m straight. {style=width: 501px; background-color: 141414; font-size: 10px; padding: 5; font-family: garamond; color: 7a6252; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:justify; letter-spacing: 1; border-top: 10px solid #0f0f0f; border-bottom: 10px solid #0f0f0f;}"Fascinating. Seeing as you'll be on the campus of Ashes, we must know what your personality is like. Are you gifted?"[/style] I'm friendly, it's hard for me not to talk, but I'm not exactly superman when it comes to being fearless. I do scare easy and I get off balance when flirted with by either males or females. Heck I'm a complete mess but people find me adorable. Or so I’m told. That or a dork. Yes, I’m one of those. But hey, I can get along with about anyone that way! A lot of people like dorks! He took a moment to lift a finger and scratch his side burns. Right? Growing up he made sure to play sports and keep fit. His father wouldn’t let him even slouch on the couch without at least squeezing some stress ball. His father always worried about his health, scratch that, both his parents always worried about his health and pressured him to do sports, which he continuously failed at. Every time he couldn’t do one sport, his parents encouraged shoved it down his throat to keep active and try something else. Telling him he’ll find something he really enjoys and stick to it. He had yet to find suck a sport. Archery comes close though. Now, when I say I get scared easily… It means inside I might be freaking out more than I’ll show outside. Depending on the person, I may foolishly bring myself to challenge them and even fight back. Then again no matter what the situation comes to be, one can always tell by his posture and how he moved that he’s scared- or even terrified. To be frank, Stiles here sucks at lying and not showing his emotions on his facial expressions. You can always tell when he’s angry or seriously hurt. It’s when he’s stuck between trying to be a genuine guy and totally pissed at the same time that he tries to keep his cool and offer the other’s happiness before his own. That’s where he’s loyal and protective of his friends and/or people he cared about. He will put other’s health and wellbeing before his own, but if someone attempts to do the same for him in return, he gets snappy since it’s his job to do such things and worry about that person than the other way around. However he does feel the love inside when one does this and takes it to heart. Oh right! You want to know about my gift! He grins a bit, I have the ability to manipulate wind. I believe you call it Aerokinesis? I looked it up on Google and it said, ‘ones natural ability to manifest energy and control air.’ Sounds pretty awesome right, well it would be if I had better control over it. At the moment it act according to my emotions and mood. Sometimes I’m able to make it do what I want, but I’m still a noob and in training with learning how to control it. I’ve always wanted to be a superhero so- hellz yea I’m going to learn to control the wind and use to save the world! Yep, that’s the dork in me, glad you could tell.” He laughed softly, a light blush on his cheeks. {style=width: 501px; background-color: 141414; font-size: 10px; padding: 5; font-family: garamond; color: 7a6252; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:justify; letter-spacing: 1; border-top: 10px solid #0f0f0f; border-bottom: 10px solid #0f0f0f;}"Brilliant! When you come to Ashes, it is very easy to get mixed up on what you want to do later in life. Let's clear up that confusion now while we have the chance. What would you like to do in the future?"[/style] I uh… pfffttt.. I don’t even know. I haven’t really come to think of any goals or dreams to go on. Wait. he laughed and brought a goofy smirk to display on his lips. Would wanting to be the next Batman be considered a dream?. {style=width: 501px; background-color: 141414; font-size: 10px; padding: 5; font-family: garamond; color: 7a6252; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:center; letter-spacing: 1; border-top: 10px solid #0f0f0f; border-bottom: 10px solid #0f0f0f;}PLAYED BY ALICE.[/style]

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