LUCIA MARIE NEWMAN

LUCIA MARIE NEWMAN Dec 4, 2011 2:30:24 GMT -5

Post by LUCIA MARIE NEWMAN on Dec 4, 2011 2:30:24 GMT -5

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LUCIA MARIE NEWMAN

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The girl sitting in front of the desk looked up from studying the floor with a nervous smile. It wasn't that she disliked people, or talking for that matter, but she was nonetheless nervous. Lucia never did well in high stress situations and although the Dean didn't seem to be all that stress-giving, you never knew with people. Lucia was a slight thing, someone you could almost overlook at first glance. She was no bigger than five feet tall, more on the slender and delicate looking side. She always had people saying things like "oh, you're so skinny!" and "you're a tiny one, aren't you?". That wasn't her fault! She had tried to weigh more than once to weigh over one hundred pounds - it never worked. Lucia supposed she was pretty, she thought with a sigh as she tucked a curl behind her ear. Classically beautiful, with curly blonde hair and emerald eyes, Lucia honestly thought looks were overrated. She couldn't do anything with them, after all. Except get guys. Such a bother.

Lucia offered a cheerful smile to the lady. "Well, hi there! My name is Lucia Marie Newman. And, for the record, it's pronounced "Loo-chee-ah", not "Loo-cee-ah". I've pretty much given up on people actually pronouncing it right, though, so I won't bite your head off if you say it wrong. Most people call me "Lucy" anyway." Lucia thought for a moment ,then shrugged. "So it sorta defeats the purpose. Anyway, I'm 17 years old, and my birthday happens to fall on December 25. Yep." Lucia nodded, a rueful smile on her face. "An awesome birthday to have, though I don't think I've had a single birthday part of my own. And all my presents are Christmas themed. It sucks at times, but eh. It could be worse.I could've been born on a leap year."

After this speech she paused, trying to remember if she had gotten all the questions. Luci felt like she had babbled a bit, but, eh, it wasn't the end of the world. Right?

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Lucia made a face. She had known this was coming. The girl folded her arms across her chest and looked to the side, out the window. She hated talking about her past. True, it wasn't terrible, like some people. But it wasn't happy, either. But she didn't see a way she could wiggle out of this one, so she might as well get it over with. She sighed and began to talk.

"I rarely ever see my parents, George and Katalina Newman. Mom is Italian - hence my name - and she works as a fashion designer. Apparently she's very well liked and in high demand, since she's rarely ever home. I see her maybe once or twice a month before she's zooming off again. I really can't say I like or dislike her, since she's always been very distant. Kind, true, and she does care. She's just... never here. People say that I look like her, with the golden hair and green eyes, though my personality is more of my dad's." This was the part she really didn't want to talk about. Absently, Lucia tugged on a curl near her face, curling it around her index finger. Her green eyes were distant as she spoke about her father.

"My dad is a banker, a true-blue American. I guess you could say that I've grown up in a priviliaged house-hold, as he brings in big money. He's... different. He's very stern, being a military brat. He's a former Marine, and doesn't tolerate anything other than his rules. I guess you could also say he's abusive. I've been in the hospital several times." Lucia said it bluntly, expressionlessly. Don't ask me about it, because I don't talk about it more than I have to. Needless to say, I don't live with him anymore. Haven't since I was thirteen. Instead, my grandfather has guardianship until next year. The last part was said with a bit of a smile, and her eyes softened at the next part.

"I'm not an only child, though it definitely seems like that sometimes." Lucia said wryly, shaking her head. "I have an older brother, Zane. He's five years older than me. I adored him when I was younger, though now... Well, I haven't seen him since I was eleven. He ran away from home when he was sixteen, and I haven't seen him since. He sends me birthday cards, but the addresses always change, so... I miss him. Other than that, my family life is pretty normal. My grandparents moved me here about a year ago, and it's definitely a pretty place." Man, Luci was definitely talking more than she was use to!

There was one more thing, she was sure of it... When Lucia remembered, she turned a deep, rosy red. She glanced down at her fingernails. "Well... erm... I guess you could say I'm bisexual... Both sides are attractive, though guys are much more appealing." God, why was she talking about this with an adult?! Lucia wanted the floor to open up and eat her. Right now.

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Lucia hated when people asked her to describe herself. How was she suppose to know? Sure, she knew some things, but most traits others saw in her, not herself. But Lucia gave it a shot. "About me.... People say I'm nice, and I guess that's true. I don't like being mean to people, though I do have a sharp tongue." Lucia winced. Talk about the understatement of the century! She was glad her power wasn't violent - who knew what could happen if she lost control? Lucia shook her head and continued on. "But I prefer to look at things half-full. It's so depressing not to, after all. I tend to be a bit energetic, and a bit of a chatterbox. Being alone sucks, so I tend to talk to the people who keep to themselves. My friends mean the world to me, and I'd do anything for them." Lucia nodded decidedly at this.

Lucia paused, a frown furrowing her brow. Lucia wasn't going to claim she was perfect. Oh, no, she wasn't nearly that arrogant. No teenager liked to talk about their flaws, but hey, since she highly doubted this conversation was going to leave the room (and if so, she was so doomed), why not go into it? She leaned forward, arms on her knees, chin on her hands. "As for negative traits... Well, I guess I'm sort of hot-tempered. My brother use to say that I should've been born a red-head. I have a sharp tongue, and enjoy using sarcasm."

"Also, I'm a bit... uhm..." Lucia tried searching for a prettier word, then gave up. "Stubborn. I prefer to think of it as decisive. Once I decide to do something, I'm going to do it. No matter what. But back to my temper... only good thing is that I don't hold grudges! Unless you hurt my friends. Then there will be hell to pay." That part was said in an almost cold voice, her green eyes hard as glass. No one messed with her friends. EVER.

Lucia shook herself out of that thought. A slow, satirical smile crept over her face. "But you probably don't want to hear about that, do you? But you want to hear about my power. It isn't anything incredibly awesome or anything like that. In fact, it's much more of a pain in the ass than anything else. It's called empathy. Basically, whatever others feel, I get to feel. Which, lemme tell you, isn't fun." She shuddered at the thought.

"It's often extremely painful. YOU try going into a roomful of teenagers, and being able to feel EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR EMOTIONS, and see how well YOU fare. Not well, at all."pointed a figure at the lady in front of her, making a face. Headaches were the least of her issues. She really did hate her powers, especially since she really couldn't control it half the time. It was like an extra sense that was always on - she didn't know how to stop it. She had learned how to ignore it, yes, but stop it? Not so much. With a sigh, she continued. "I can also, to an extent, manipulate them. I can't magically create emotions, it doesn't work that way. But I can increase or decrease the intensity of said emotions. It's not something I do often, because I think it's rude. So yeah. I'm not a big fan of touching others, because physical touch tends to amplihpy emotions. It sucks." So hugs for this blonde girl was pretty much out. Sad thing, since she really did enjoy hugs.

Lucia brightened at a thought, lifting her head. "But there is a good side to it. I'm somewhat of a peacekeeper, since I know what everyone's really feeling. And it's nearly impossible to lie to me, since your emotions are a dead giveaway. Most of the time I hate it, but empathy does come in handy once and a while." In a very, very, very, very, very, loooooong while. But a while nonetheless.

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Lucia frowned slightly. She really hand't thought about her future - who knew what she wanted to do? Certainly not she! "To be honest, I don't know. I think I sort of want to become a teacher, although with my... gift... that'd be sort of difficult." She could hardly stand being around teenagers, why would little kids be better? But Lucia adored children, and honestly wanted to do something for them. She was just that strange. "Either that or write. I don't know. Maybe do something with my piano playing?" Lucia shrugged. She had plenty of time to worry about that - right?

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