LYRA MAE WALKER

[lyra mae walker]

[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;] LYRA MAE WALKER {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] Lyra let out a sigh, which was quickly followed by a glare sent in the general direction of where the Dean was sitting. "Is this like the 'welcoming committee' or something? Cause, I gotta tell you- it kinda sucks." She wrinkled her nose, glancing around at the large and intimidating room in which they sat. The cold, hard chair beneath her was incredibly uncomfortable, and she fidgeted for a moment, before realizing it might make her seem nervous. Lyra Walker was never nervous. "I'm Lyra Walker... though surely you should know that anyway? Whatever. I'm sixteen, my birthday is August 12th..." This whole thing seemed rather tedious. She didn't quite understand how the Dean didn't already know all this about her... maybe this was a test, to judge her character. She smirked, tapping her left foot rhythmically. There was rarely a time that she made a first good impression... she doubted this would be any different. "My appearance? Are you, like, kidding?" She tutted loudly, eyebrow raised at the person before her. "What, are you blind or something, jeez..." She rolled her eyes heavily, arms folded across her chest in an outward show of petulance. "I have dark brown hair, practically black, I guess." here she paused to tug at a lock of the hair in question, a nervous habit. Not that she was nervous, of course. Lyra Walker didn't do nerves, remember? "Eyes as brown as melting pools of chocolate" she snorted at her sarcastic response, before composing herself. She didn't want to get into trouble on her first day, after all. She had a feeling this wasn't the kind of school that just let things slide. "I'm... slim, I guess." the dark haired girl glanced down at her body self-consciously. Well, she definitely wasn't fat, at least. "I stand at 5"3, and I don't appear to be growing, which kinda sucks..." Her height was a touchy subject for her- she was considerably smaller than most people she met. "What do I weigh? Er..." She raised her eyebrow at, what she considered, to be a rather personal inquiry. "I'd say about 117-119 pounds? I'm not sure, ma'am... Oh, that's it? You don't wanna know my shoe size, too?" {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] Lyra huffed, turning her head to the side. She didn't like talking about her family. Or her life, for that matter. "What's there to say? Good childhood, before I realized I could hear voices in my freaking head. That's when my family weren't quite as supportive as they usually were... oh, I see. You want the in's and out's, every little detail...fine." She scowled a little, arms folding around her chest a little more tightly. When she started to talk again, after a few minutes, her voice was more resigned. "Ok, so, I grew up in a small town in Arizona...a respectable family- my father is the co-owner of a leading pharmaceuticals corporation, and my mom is a fashion designer. She'd French, y'know." Lyra turned her head to glance out of the small window- she couldn't see much, through the heavy darkness. "They had plans for me. I was meant to go to college at some place like Yale or Harvard or Brown or... you get the idea." She realized her history was coming out rather disjointed, and took a minute to compose herself yet again. "Anyway... I had a really good childhood! I never wanted for anything, and my parents loved me a lot." The use of the past tense was painful, even now. "I could always hear the voices in my head, at such a young age. My mom just thought I had imaginary friends, that my toys were talking to me, as they did all children. But I knew it was something else." She glanced quickly at the Dean, before looking away and shrugging. "I had a lot of friends at school when I grew up. I was considered popular." She grinned, rolling her eyes. "It's stupid, the social hierarchy of the school these days...whatever. I never mentioned that I could hear everything they were thinking. I didn't understand it myself, how could I expect anyone else to?" She gritted her teeth bitterly. "I couldn't help myself though. When I was fourteen I 'overheard' Olive Wilding calling me fat. Only she hadn't said a freaking word. I flipped." Tilting her head to the side, she met the Dean's eyes, smirking. "I found another side of my power that day..." Shaking her head, Lyra placed her palms on her thighs, needing something to do with her hands. "We fought. My mom was called. I was transferred to a different school, and we moved to Idaho. When I told my mom what happened... she didn't take it that well. I was a freak to her. My dad, too. I was nothing to them anymore... they couldn't even consider me their daughter...Could you imagine if the papers found out?" the smirk was still in place, sardonic this time. "My beautiful baby brother, Alexander, was born, and guess what? Completely normal. Of course, my parents were overjoyed. They knew I could hear every single though in their heads, and they used it against me. I heard how much they hated me." Her strong facade was breaking, and she blinked rapidly, hoping to dispel any tears that were threatening to fall. There was no way she'd be repeating any of this to anyone. "You know how when you're a child, you just want to be different? You'd give anything to have 'superpowers'...nothing's ever as it seems." Lyra took a deep breath, running a shaky hand through her hair. "By the time I was fourteen, I was hardly allowed out. They kept me in like I was some kind of prisoner... you know, they'd have forced me into an asylum if it wouldn't have hurt their reputations...But my brother loved...loves me. You can't taint children with your views, no matter how hard you try. My parents learnt that pretty quickly. They were really, really pleased to learn that I'd be coming here..." She smiled sweetly. "Now that I'm no longer there, they don't have to pretend they don't have a daughter. I used to make it hard for them. I'd scream and scream when they locked me in my bedroom... they told the neighbors the house was haunted. It's funny what some people believe." "My sexuality? Gosh, you're nosy aren't you..." Lyra peered at the Dean through squinted eyes. "I'm straight, I guess... never really thought about it like that..." {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] "Personality? What do you wanna hear? That I'm sweet, endearing, happy, eager to please? Well, I'm not." Maybe she was once. But things had changed. Lyra had learnt the hard way- you had to have a thick skin in this world. "I'll tell you the things you don't wanna hear first. I'm bitchy and argumentative and sarcastic." Lonely, quiet, insecure, scared. All the things she hid beneath. "But I'm also intelligent, I guess." she shrugged, using her finger to doodle designs across the wooden table in front of her. "I'm not scared to stand up for myself, is all. I'll stand up for others, too... I'm not a bully, and I'm not mean for the sake of being mean... some people just need a talking down, you get me?" Shrugging again, she glanced up. "I'm confident, and hey, guess what- I'm actually happy at times! Who'd have guessed, huh?" She winked at the Dean cheekily, chuckling a little, ready to forget about her history. "And I'm not opposed to making friends...I just find it hard to let people in, I guess. I'm not going to be dancing around, letting everyone know about my life." Leaning back in the chair, Lyra rested her hands behind her head, locking her fingers together. "I always have to be doing something, and moving...I just can't sit still." She realized she'd fidgeted a hell of a lot during the course of the interview. "You know what really annoys me? Bullies." She'd dealt with her parents long enough to have a just hatred of people like them. "And arrogance...when people walk around acting as though they own the damn place? Seriously, just get a freaking grip." Lyra didn't usually talk this much. Suddenly. she had a lot to say. It was unusual for her. Well, unless she was in an argument. That was when she couldn't stop the words from coming. "I like to read, and listen to music, and take walks. To clear my head. Hey, can I class arguing as a hobby?" She smirked, eyes rolling. "Because I do a lot of that...God, this is like some kinda dating application, seriously. 'What do you look like, what are you interested in, do you like long romantic walks on the beach?'" She giggled at her own joke, before yawning. "Hey, is this going to take much longer? I'm tired..." To emphasize her point, she glanced at the watch on her wrist. "Ok, so I like chocolate, books, meeting new people- no, scratch that last, I lied- did I mention arguing? Er...I like using my power to inflict pain- no, sorry, that was a joke. I'm not good in these situations." She laughed nervously. God, this was going terribly. But, really, what was with these God awful questions? "I like to swim? And coffee. I like coffee a lot." "Hmm..." Lyra took a moment to think, closing her eyes, before re-opening them suddenly. "I don't like people in general. With some exceptions. I mean, I like social gatherings and parties- not that I've been to many, prisoner and all- but some people are just... annoying. I also don't like people asking me about my personal life." She glared at the person before her pointedly. "I don't like cockiness. I don't like parents. I don't like people who think they're always right..." She glanced around with distaste. "And, er... I definitely don't like this room." "Ah..." The dark eyed girl leaned forward once more, eyes glinting a little. "Now here comes the good part. My gift? As I said- unless you weren't listening, which would make me angry- I can hear thoughts. I could hear what you were thinking right now...except, of course, you've got a pretty good block up." She scowled, annoyed that she didn't get to use her gift right now. "But that's not the best bit. I can force images, thoughts into your mind...I could make you see your worst nightmare, leave you scarred for life..." She smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "But I only do that when really, really pissed off. I can also make you see fabulous things! It comes in handy...it means I can talk to people without actually saying anything, because, of course, I can hear them and they can hear me, if I so wish it." {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] Lyra breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the last question? Oh, thank God for that..." she rolled her eyes heavily- she was doing a lot of that lately- and glanced around the room. "Well, first things first, I'd like to get out of this room. Then? Who knows. Maybe I could join a circus, I'm sure they'd love what I've got to offer them." Really? Her future? She was sixteen, she had no clue what she wanted to do with her life. Hell, she could hardly make up her mind on what to do in her spare time, let alone her life. "I guess I want a family?" She lowered her gaze to the floor. It would be nice, to actually experience the love that she'd felt as a child. She swallowed thickly, reaching a hand to brush her hair away from her face. "So, ya know, if you wanna hook me up with some fine piece of Gifted ass, that's fine with me." She grinned, tone teasing, trying to cover up her, er... moment. She wanted to appear as outwardly confident and brash as possible. "I'd also really like to go back home and make my parents lives a living hell, if thats at all possible... no? No, okay then." She frowned, disgruntled, folding her arms across her chest yet again. "Well, I guess I'll just get a job, and... whatever. Ask me again in a few years, and maybe I'll have a clue. Can I please leave now?" {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 LAURA.[/style]

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