genevieve holland moore

[genevieve holland moore]

[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;] GENEVIEVE HOLLAND MOORE {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] She glared at the guys that walked her into the office, instantly shrugging their hands off her she looked at the Dean than simply fell back into the seat, letting herself slouch there. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets, rolling her eyes. “Do I look like I care who you are?” Genevieve just huffed and looked around the room before looking at the woman, “Shouldn’t you have this on file? Or are you too blond to read, or at least look at me..” A growled a little but than left a silence in the air for a moment, locking eyes with the dean of this school, a growing hatred for her every moment she was in the same room with her. “Genevieve Holland Moore. Eighteen, born on June 22nd. I’m still in school because my parents pulled me from school for a year when I was fourteen, so yeah this is my last year, and I cannot wait to get it the fuck over with.” She inhaled deeply, the scent of the office as well as the students that had previously been in this very seat hit her nose and she sneezed as some lingering obnoxious cologne hit the mixture. “Ugh.” She twitched her nose, closing her eyes for a moment, “I’m five foot seven and weight I don’t know around one thirty.. and if you really are that blind, I have black hair, was born with it so yeah, and blue eyes.” As she waited for the woman to ask her next question, her leg began to bounce as she became restless. {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] “Oh come on! You have to have that on record, seriously! This must be one half ass school if you don’t even have records on your students.” She scoffed her eyes shifted around the room, her head shaking lightly in disbelief. “Well if I seriously have to tell you,” she rolled her eyes in disbelief of what she was doing. “I was born in Amityville, New York,” she smirked, “Yup, home to the legendary Amityville horror, but not the movie that’s just Hollywood trash.” She laughed a little, “Of course I had two parents, and I had a little brother, emphases on had, he went to live with the grandmother I never met when I was ten. I went to public school all my life, and hated it. I could give you the whole story of I was always out casted and how all the other kids tormented me everyday for whatever reasons they had but no, I won’t waste your time with my sob story.” She let her gaze settle on the woman for a moment, sitting up, her eyes slowly turned down to the woman’s desk, she craned her head a little, her tongue sliding toward the right side of her mouth, she bit down as she was able to read what it said, sure enough it was her records. Sighing, she slouched again, letting herself slip lower in the chair. “I got really sick when I was fourteen and my parents decided it was just best to pull me for the year than to make me fail all my classes so that’s what they did. I went back the next year a freshmen in high school, and ever since it was back to the way things were. Than you next thing I know I’m being dragged off school grounds in the middle of PE, thanks for that by the way, I think that really helped my rep with those blond bitch cheerleaders.” For once she smiled, even laughed a little. She shrugged when it came to the matter of orientation, “I guess you could say I’m straight, see I don’t really like relationships, and most guys that do wind up liking me, are too intimidated by me after getting to know me, so nothing really lasts more than a night or two of fun. And me and other women get along about as well as two starving Rottweilers with steaks tied around their necks. ” She offered a what-can-ya-do smile and a shrug. {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] She laughed when the woman asked about her hobbies, and pet peeves and the sorts. “Okay, let me make this simple.” She began counting on her fingers, “If it is cute, adorable, or anything that implies the sort, I hate it. If it implies any sort of love, and affection I hate it. If it doesn’t have a use in hurting people I hate it. And it has nothing to do with seeing people in pain, I probably hate it too.” She pretended to draw out numbers in the air for a moment, doing the math, “So to put it in simple terms, I hate just about everything. But- oh my gosh, here’s a shock I do actually like some stuff.” She pretended as if she herself was surprised by the news, shrugging and rolling her eyes “I like getting what I want, I like proving people wrong, I like people having to admit I am right. I love the color black. And I love not giving a fuck what people think of me. I don’t like to serve anyone but myself.” She pursed her lips in a smile, she glanced up at the ceiling, trying to remember if there was anything else, “Oh and I like having power over others, just helps make my world go round.” She grinned at the mention of powers, “Feline Mimicry. You know like catwoman, just don’t call me that or make any references to me being like her cause she fought crime, I cause it.” She smirked, a satisfying light settling in her eyes, “So what exactly can I do? Well enhanced agility, which is awesome, I got lucky and unlucky with enhanced senses as some of my senses are stronger than others even with the power, and I overload sometimes and it sucks ass.” Biting her lower lip for a moment, she rested her elbow on the edge of the armrest, placing her hand on her cheek. “Claw retraction,” In an instant, the black painted nails were replaced with claws, “took me a lot of practice to learn how to do this lovely trick, but I know how to know, and I love it.” She focused for a minute and as her hand fell back to her pocket, the claws retracted back. “Than of course, you’ve got night vision, and nine lives. And last but oh, not least, a feral mind. I guess there is very little borderline between me and my feral self, cause we are both accustomed to rage fits. Only thing is, my feral self just reacts, it relies very much on the instinct of survival of the fittest and will kill anything weaker than it. I haven’t got any control over it either, and I mean I once lasted three weeks in that state, no one really knows how to get me down off that high it gives you.” A smug smile came across her face and now her eyes seemed to light up as she took her hands out of her pockets and folded them over her stomach. "Oh! And the year I got taken out of school, it was because that's when my power hit full swing, i always showed signs of it but that year everything hit and it did it got me sick but I am much better now." {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] She didn’t blink, she just met the gaze of the Dean, “I want to hurt everyone that ever hurt me. I want to make them suffer like I had to all my life. And I won’t stop until I do.” She smiled, almost politely, her answer not having shaken her in the slightest. "And by me being here, everyone here, just got added to that list." {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 genesis.[/style]

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