Post by Penelope Blaise on May 9, 2016 16:55:52 GMT
Penelope Louise Blaise
FACE CLAIM: Jenna Coleman
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Edenbourg College Student - English Major♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
TO GET YOURSELF A NEW LIFE;;YOU'VE GOT TO GIVE THE OTHER ONE AWAYShe never said it, but the move from Blackpool to New York City was never something the youngest child wanted. It could be seen in the dark eyes that adored the quirky English city she grew up in. The library was about to close, and her father stood by. They had to leave for the airport soon, and with a hand to her shoulder, he eased the ten-year old towards the front desk.
Quiet. It was the one trait she was known best for, if she was known best for anything at all. Little steps brought her to the librarian in charge. Focused on the screen in front of her, she barely paid attention to the girl who clutched onto her book.
She glanced up to her father, and he gave a small, encouraging nod. There was no way she could keep the book, even if she explained she wasn't finished reading it. Slowly, she placed it on the counter. She didn't wait for the librarian to take it before she was turning and walking for the door.
When her father caught up with her, he asked if she wanted to say goodbye. Of course she didn't. It was never about the people.
YOU CAN HAVE MANHATTAN;;I KNOW IT'S FOR THE BESTWhen her parents found the letter purposefully set on the living room table, they shouldn't have been surprised. However, they had every right to be. They knew their daughter had grown more and more distant over the years, but she hadn't even told them she applied. And now, rather than tell them directly that she was planning on moving across the Atlantic, she gave them this. She wasn't even in the room when they found the letter.
Fifteen, and she was ready to move away. To Greece, of all places. Why there? When they came to her room and asked, she gave a flat reply - that she wanted to go. That she wanted the challenge. She wouldn't break their hearts by telling them that Greece had to be better than Manhattan.
They couldn't say no; not logically. And for someone that fought with logic, she used it to her advantage. Top marks and a full scholarship that would bring her up into university was hard to deny.
And so she packed.
SPARE ME YOUR JUDGMENTS;;AND SPARE ME YOUR DREAMSGoing to high school thousands of miles away from her parents had its benefits, though not the sort a typical teenager would hope for. They wished their daughter was more social. They recommended clubs. Going out to events. She couldn't blame them, she supposed. They were concerned. Concerned she would be alone. They didn't understand she preferred it that way.
People didn't notice her. They didn't talk to her or even look at her. Clever, and continuing to make top marks, but the girl never made a lasting impression. It wasn't bad. It never was. When she wasn't in the library, she was in her dormitory. There was never a reason to linger in a social setting, so she never did.
Was it better than New York? Absolutely, but it wasn't where she wanted to be, either. She just had to make it through high school.
Or so she thought.
Cambridge wasn't as expensive as an American university, but it still cost money she didn't have. Top of her class, but scholarships were hard to come by. An acceptance letter came, but with a hefty price tag. When a continued four years in Greece was already offered to her, there was little choice but to stay. So the plan changed, but never did her opinion of this place waver. Her education might have been free, she didn't want to be there.
DON'T TELL ME THAT I'VE CHANGED;;BECAUSE THAT'S NOT THE TRUTH"Mother." She sounded frustrated. She was frustrated.
"I'm proud of your grades, but I want to know what else you're doing there." Her mother's voice pointed out from the other end of the line. The head of the Blaise family was never one to be so direct, but the youngest child had been avoiding any explanation of her life across seas for so long now. She was in college now. Perhaps that would make some sort of difference in her behavior.
"I have my school work to focus on." The same explanation. Anna Blaise had heard it a thousand times by now.
"Are you seeing-?"
"No."
YOU SOUND LIKE THUNDER;;THOUGH YOU'VE BARELY SPOKEN"This is impressive Miss..."
"Blaise."
"Miss Blaise." The professor corrected himself. She sat front and center every class and still didn't make an impression. Though she didn't look bothered by the fact. "I often do not recommend my freshmen students for publication, but I might have to make an exception."
The girl nodded. Understanding, but excitement never hit the dark eyes as she practically looked past him.
"You do understand how big this is?"
"I do, professor." Of course she did. Her first year in university, and she was already making strides.
He looked confused. Any other student would have been ecstatic, but she didn't sound the part. She didn't even smile.
SING ALL YOU WANT;;I WILL NOT HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAYOf course she knew who she was. The girl even had a name, and that was more than she would ever recognize in another individual. She, however, stood out. In the worst of ways. She was obnoxious. Loud. And all to proud of it all, proven by the way she grinned. Even her accent made her cringe.
A constant state of tardiness and regular disruptions placed the girl on her radar. Were it not for the way she always made herself known, she wouldn't have noticed her existence at all. She wasn't one to notice others, or even be noticed herself. This girl was a painful exception. It had grown passed annoyance. Without even knowing her properly, she was sure she hated her.
Another disruption and she squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. When she opened them again, dark eyes landed on an exasperated professor that stalled over the lesson to humor her. She clenched her jaw, turning in her seat.
"If you are so determined not to learn, why not return to your backwards country?"♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Sai
AGE GROUP: Twenty-five
EXPERIENCE: A decade give or take.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Oh, you know.
