Post by andreacaxton on Feb 6, 2009 16:01:23 GMT 10
[/size]`Andrea Victoria Caxton !!!
Driven. Protective. Intelligent.
Name: Andrea Victoria Caxton
Nickname(s): Andie
Major: Theatre
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Freshman
Birthdate: April 23
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
`Appearance ,,
Standing at an average height of five foot six, Andie neither towers over everyone nor does she scramble in between their legs to get from place to place. Her weight, though never stable, ranges from one hundred and ten to one hundred and twenty. Regardless of this varying factor, she is very much in shape and in tune, due to the fact she exercises almost daily. She considers her build very nice, for she is neither too large nor small in those ‘certain areas’; she’s very well proportioned for her liking. She’s a slim and sturdy young woman, a fact that she likes. It’s hard to knock or barrel her over, and she can hold her ground in any situation, physical or mental. Her hair, a shade of chestnut brown tinted with darker, almost red mahogany, falls gracefully past her shoulders, almost reaching her mid back. It is normally curly, or wavy, but on special occasions, Andie has straightened it, lengthening her hair even more. She’s even cut it short once or twice, but in the end, she always prefers it in its natural style. Her eyes, one of her more dominant and prepossessing features are what usually spark and catch people’s attention. They are normally azure in color, but have been known to fluctuate between colors depending on her temperament or how she is feeling. They are round and give almost a ‘doe-like’ innocence to her overall appearance, something which she takes advantage of when the time comes.
When it comes to style, Andie is open to any and everything. The only key factor that decides what she’s wearing depends on the whether it is comfortable or not. She’s not the type of girl to wear something uncomfortable just because it is ‘in’ or ‘popular’. When it comes down to that, she frankly doesn’t give a damn. She doesn’t feel she needs to put a façade to impress people; wearing what she wants says enough about her. Otherwise, her wardrobe consists of most anything she likes. Andie isn’t big on pastoral colors, and her wardrobe contains mostly dark colored clothing, though it isn’t entirely black and white. She loves earth-toned hues and various shades of blue and wears those as often as possible. Along with jeans, Andie loves vintage tee-shirts, tank-tops, skirts and shorts, leggings, button-up sweaters, and sweatshirts. Oddly enough, when she’s sleeping, she prefers an old baggy tee-shirt and a pair of boxers. Although she doesn’t care what people think about her and her clothing sense, Andie always makes sure her clothing matches. Polka dots and stripes do not go together, and she knows that. She isn’t a clown, for god sakes. She knows what looks good on her and what doesn’t. She makes sure she buys what clothing looks great on her figure, and doesn’t make her look like a skank. She’s not too entirely modest, because sometimes she does like to dress a little bit racy – always keeping men on their toes. Overall though, as long as the clothing she’s wearing is comfortable, she loves it.
[/blockquote][/size][/font][/center]Standing at an average height of five foot six, Andie neither towers over everyone nor does she scramble in between their legs to get from place to place. Her weight, though never stable, ranges from one hundred and ten to one hundred and twenty. Regardless of this varying factor, she is very much in shape and in tune, due to the fact she exercises almost daily. She considers her build very nice, for she is neither too large nor small in those ‘certain areas’; she’s very well proportioned for her liking. She’s a slim and sturdy young woman, a fact that she likes. It’s hard to knock or barrel her over, and she can hold her ground in any situation, physical or mental. Her hair, a shade of chestnut brown tinted with darker, almost red mahogany, falls gracefully past her shoulders, almost reaching her mid back. It is normally curly, or wavy, but on special occasions, Andie has straightened it, lengthening her hair even more. She’s even cut it short once or twice, but in the end, she always prefers it in its natural style. Her eyes, one of her more dominant and prepossessing features are what usually spark and catch people’s attention. They are normally azure in color, but have been known to fluctuate between colors depending on her temperament or how she is feeling. They are round and give almost a ‘doe-like’ innocence to her overall appearance, something which she takes advantage of when the time comes.
When it comes to style, Andie is open to any and everything. The only key factor that decides what she’s wearing depends on the whether it is comfortable or not. She’s not the type of girl to wear something uncomfortable just because it is ‘in’ or ‘popular’. When it comes down to that, she frankly doesn’t give a damn. She doesn’t feel she needs to put a façade to impress people; wearing what she wants says enough about her. Otherwise, her wardrobe consists of most anything she likes. Andie isn’t big on pastoral colors, and her wardrobe contains mostly dark colored clothing, though it isn’t entirely black and white. She loves earth-toned hues and various shades of blue and wears those as often as possible. Along with jeans, Andie loves vintage tee-shirts, tank-tops, skirts and shorts, leggings, button-up sweaters, and sweatshirts. Oddly enough, when she’s sleeping, she prefers an old baggy tee-shirt and a pair of boxers. Although she doesn’t care what people think about her and her clothing sense, Andie always makes sure her clothing matches. Polka dots and stripes do not go together, and she knows that. She isn’t a clown, for god sakes. She knows what looks good on her and what doesn’t. She makes sure she buys what clothing looks great on her figure, and doesn’t make her look like a skank. She’s not too entirely modest, because sometimes she does like to dress a little bit racy – always keeping men on their toes. Overall though, as long as the clothing she’s wearing is comfortable, she loves it.
Best Feature:
“To be honest, I think my best feature is my eyes. They are just so expressive; so full of emotion. When anyone looks into my eyes they can clearly see what mood I am in. Also, something interesting about them is that depending on how I’m feeling or what I’m wearing, my eyes vary in their shade. From deep cerulean to a light, slate blue, my eyes offer a plethora of color and life to my entire, overall appearance.”
Worst Feature:
“I really really really don’t like my nose – at all. I mean, it’s so wide, and flat! And of course, it’s conveniently located dead smack in the middle of my face – lovely right? In addition, it seems to blend into my cheeks… Not a pretty image I must say.”[/size]
`Personality ,,
Driven
When Andie wants something, she will do her all to go out and get it. She is stubborn like a bull; nothing can or will easily sway her from the path she has set herself on. She’s a determined individual with her goals in mind, and plans to follow them through no matter what. Despite this, she still does not believe the phrase ‘the ends justify the means’, and will not take drastic actions to get what she wants (but she will try her very best to get what she seeks). She’s ambitious and tries her hardest to get what she wants; she does not accept failure easily, and can be a very sore loser at times. She can hold grudges against those who have crossed her path, but normally she tries to forget them and move on; she figures there will be better luck next time for her, and that she needs to try a bit harder. With an unswayable sense of motivation, Andie will always try and help people up when they are down and out about something, when they feel they can’t reach their goals. She likes to accomplish everything she starts, and its rare to see her put some project off because she doesn’t ‘feel’ like it. When it comes to homework and studies, she finishes the work off the bat so she can do whatever she wants afterward, obviously something much more entertaining.
Protective
Andie, on stage and off, has always been sort of a motherly figure to anyone who has needed her. She’s always there in case anyone wants a shoulder to cry on, or a person to tell their secrets too. If anyone needs anything from her, she’ll always be there and attempt to help the person and supply them with whatever they need; be it love, friendship, hope, or happiness. If anyone is picking on or beating up anyone she knows, or has some sort of friendly relationship with, she’ll make sure that the helpless is defended, and that the accuser is put in their place. She hates people who take pleasure in torturing their victims, especially if she knows them and has a personal tie with them. Andie is the type of girl who is willing to sacrifice herself for the good of others; she’d rather see herself get in trouble than anyone else. If there is a problem and she is one of the possible solutions, then she is willing throw herself in to prevent whatever is happening. She likes people to be happy, and she is keen to do whatever it takes for other people to safe and content.
Intelligent
In her previous years of schooling and now, Andie has always been known as somewhat of a braniac. She prides herself in this fact, because she does feel that being intelligent, not necessarily smart, is the key to most things. Intelligence has always brought people places, and these are the places Andie has always wanted to go. She was always in the honor roll at her previous schools, and because of this she has made her parent’s extremely proud; something she had always vied for since she was little. Andie works hard on a day-to-day basis, and if she was not seeing the fruits from her labor, she would become quite upset indeed. She doesn’t like to waste her time on something when she doesn’t see results; then what would be the point of doing it in the first place? She also doesn’t believe in doing fifty percent work, it’s either all or nothing. Fifty percent in the world she lives in isn’t going to cut it. Doing fifty percent on a test means you fail. In theatre, doing fifty percent means you don’t get the part you auditioned for. Fifty percent is for people who are too lazy to do one hundred percent, and she certainly isn’t the former. Balancing out theatre and academics is hard for Andie, but when she manages her time right, it becomes quite easy seeing as she does have a good and reasoning head on her shoulder, and a good mind to set to her tasks.
Likes:
» acting
» leading roles
» success
» peaches
» apricots
» tea
» sunglasses
» musical theatre
» cough drops
» jolly ranchers
» dancing
» singing
» dark chocolate
» mineral water
» books
» classic literature
» Shakespeare
» the spotlight
» blue pens
» formal dances
» perfection
» honey
» spicy food
» sourdough bread
» salty snacks
» red meat
» pasta
» good grades
» doing the best she can do
» casual clothing
» being bilingual
Dislikes:
» failure
» boredom
» confusion
» attention-needy people
» chorus
» drama queens
» oranges
» radishes
» isolation
» being alone
» liars
» people taking her at a face value
» cheaters
» writing essays
» pencil sharpeners
» hair getting in her face
» forgetting her lines
» messing anything up
» ripping paper up
» fish (with the exception of tuna and salmon)
» almonds
» wet towels
» not seeing results
» sloppy, wet kisses (or very bad stage kisses)
» unintelligent conversation
» getting less than five hours of sleep
» forgetting due dates
» writing on her skin
» shattering glass
Positive Traits:
Outgoing
With a friendly disposition, Andie is the type of girl who is easily approachable. She’s always reaching out to people and tries to befriend, no matter who they are and what type of reputation they have. She always tries to see the good in people, and not the bad. Having a big, and loud mouth, Andie is eager to talk with anyone and hates awkward silences. She’d rather be immersed in noise than dead silence. In addition to being extremely friendly, Andie always likes to bring people together, through group events, like going to the movies, or out to dinner with a bunch of friends. She likes meeting new people, and is glad to help friendships form.
Positive
Andie is always upbeat and friendly about everything. When a problem arises, she tries to find the positive things about it, not dwelling on the negative. When people are down and out and have absolutely no self-esteem, Andie has more than plenty to share, and tries to make people proud of who they are, and not what they want to be. She encourages everyone to take the bright side of the situation and work on that, and not the worse side that only brings sadness and anger. With her almost optimistic attitude, she is always a joy, in a sense, to be around, always trying to make things better than worse.
Hard-working
Without hard work, Andie would not see the results that she loves to see. She hates being lazy, because it really doesn’t help you in any way; it only harms you and makes matters worse. She’d rather get everything out of the way and then goof off, rather than the opposite. Besides, working hard means getting better everything – grades, roles… you name it. She puts effort into everything she does, because what would be the point of doing it in the first place if you had no reason to? She wants to be at the top of everything she is good in, so of course, she has to work hard to earn that spot. Many people always ask her why she is so great at everything she does, and her answer is simple. “Put a lot of effort and hard work into things, and see how you turn out. Your chances of getting what you want will be much better than when you are lazy and decide to do the bare minimum.”
Negative Traits:
Moody
Sadly, Andie is a girl ruled mostly by her passions. She lets the horses take control of the carriage. When upset, angry, or obliviously happy, Andie doesn’t use her head, and usually says or does things that she doesn’t mean. She has highs and lows that can sometime become extreme, but in no way is she bipolar. She does know her limits, but sometimes they become cloudy and she pushes them back to the edge of her mind. Her moods are sometimes unpredictable, and sometimes it isn’t surprising if one day Andie is mad at you for something you did last week, and the next day is completely happy with you. She has quick reactions to things, and usually responds without thinking – this has gotten her in trouble on several occasions.
Stubborn
Even when people have told Andie she’s wrong, she doesn’t listen to them. She has a one-track mind, and what she believes is right, is right. People have a hard time swaying her opinion, and it usually takes a lot of willpower and strength on the other party to bend Andie to their will. Even though stubbornness has its good and bad sides, Andie exploits both. When she’s stuck in a troubling relationship and her friends tell her to pull out of it, she adamantly refuses and is determined to find a way to make things better. When studying for a class, she will stay up at lengths to understand the material, and puts her health aside for it. Her stubbornness has been dangerous at times, and Andie knows she needs to contain it, lest it will get the better of her eventually.
Emotional
Going along with her moodiness, Andie is a very emotional person. She takes most things said to her to heart. She completely invests her body, soul, and mind into her projects, and whether the product is good or not, it will have a negative or positive affect on her. When a relationship ends, whether it is romantic or not, Andie tends to become introverted and spends time alone with herself, confused, trying to piece together what she did that caused it, the relationship, to fall apart. She blames herself when these things happen, and has snapped on several occasions when she has been weighted down with too many emotional problems. It’s a problem she’s trying to face, but having little success in controlling.
Greatest Ambition:
Andie, with over fifteen years of theatre behind her, dreams to become a star on the stage. Well, not a star at first of course, but that is the overall peak of her goal. She knows she is talented enough to make it, but she feels a couple more years in singing, dancing, and acting surely will help her reach what she strives for. For smaller, shorter term goals, Andie wishes to succeed in her schooling at the Washington University of Arts, in both academic and theatre realms. All the main parts in the plays she’ll go for, and she hopes to make them. She puts a great effort into her school work, and would love to see her results pull through. To be an A student and the lead in a play or musical would be her dream.
Greatest Fear:
Failure is what overall scares the crap out of Andie. Failing classes, failing at theatre, failing at friendships and relationships… Failure always puts her in a sad, angry, and irate mood, which makes her highly prone to saying or doing things which she regrets doing later on. It makes her feel cold and alone inside, and certainly puts a damper on her mood. She can’t stand not doing her best, or receiving low results for not putting her all into something. She then feels worthless and helpless, knowing that what has been done is done; nothing can change, because it has all been set into stone by time, and time lost is not easily recovered.[/size]
`History ,,
Despite having spent most of her life living in Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada, Andrea Victoria Caxton was actually born in New York City, New York, to well-to-do parents. Her mother, Caroline Baxter, and father, Jonathan Caxton, ironically met on stage the musical, Beauty and the Beast, playing the roles of Belle and Gaston, respectively. After the show had closed, the two still began to see each other almost daily, and it wasn’t too far into the future when Jonathan asked Caroline to be his lawfully wedded wife. Obviously she accepted, and no later than nine months later, Andrea was born, and boy, did she come screaming into the world.
Deciding that New York really wasn’t the safest place to raise a child, Andrea’s parent’s took her up north, and decided to settle in Canada, where Caroline had her parents and brother. They moved to Vancouver near the relatives and bought a lovely home, thinking that this was the ideal to raise their new born baby girl.
Two years had passed, and Andrea, as strong and healthy as ever, was already tumbling about the house, playing with the pots and pans, and playing with her dolls. She frequently dressed up in costumes and tramped around the house, singing, dancing, and acting as loud as she could to get her parent’s attention. Of course they noticed, and soon they were beginning to realize that all of what their daughter did, acting-wise, seemed to come naturally to her. At the age of four, after several years of acting around the house, her parent’s began Andrea with dance lessons, encompassing tap, jazz, and ballet. She quickly excelled in this, and when the time came, they rushed her too auditions for the local theatre’s upcoming musical Annie. Andrea easily got her part in the show as Molly, one of the orphan girls, and executed it perfectly. Her parents, delighted at her success, decided to allow her to take acting lessons, and see if this was something that she enjoyed doing, and was talented in. It turned out to be so.
Now at the age of six, Andrea had already been in over four shows, but in minor parts for each. She was continuing her dance and acting lessons, and just beginning her voice lessons. Her parent’s didn’t think it was appropriate to put their daughter in the film business – too complicated – they said, and decided to stick with show business. Also, this was the first year Andrea started school, and she seemed to fit in perfectly, making friends with all sorts of people. She was also in her elementary school’s shows as well.
At the age of twelve, Andrea had hit the turning point of her theatre career: she had received the part of Dorothy in her middle school’s musical, The Wizard of Oz. Never before had she gotten a part this prestigious, and Andie took this opportunity as a chance to make it her best role yet. She succeeded in her goal, and was soon recognized throughout the school as one of the best actresses they had ever seen. Over the next two-three years, Andie had gotten almost every lead in every show the school did, and had kept her grades up high enough to be in the honor role. Andrea had never seen her parents more proud before, felt a surge of happiness shoot through her. She was glad to see that her parent’s efforts had not been in vain.
High school wasn’t much different for Andie; it just meant she’d have more homework and that juggling theatre, friends, and homework would be more difficult. Andie survived however, and always passed every class with flying colors, even getting the leads in some of the shows. But theatre, for Andie, was a new ballgame. Now, it wasn’t just her as the star; there were other people, more talented than she, out there, and that certainly was a slap to the face for her. It made Andie realize that she wasn’t going to get every part she wanted, so she put more work and effort into her acting, singing, and dancing, trying to perfect herself in everyway possible. Of course, with all of this, Andie began to see some results; results which pleased her and allowed her to further expand on her theatre career. In high school, Andie met her best friend Madison Hurst, and the two immediately became inseparable.
But something high school brought that Andie wasn’t particularly ready for was drama. Not theatre drama, which Andie was well versed in, but social drama, something which was new to her. Gossip, boyfriends, and friendships were all whirled into one, sometimes it caused Andie great stress. When people insulted her or called her names, she took it directly to heart and sometimes would spend hours at home, crying, wondering why she wasn’t like other girls and how ‘pretty’ they were with their boyfriends. Soon the time came when Andie herself was asked out on a date to the dance, and she couldn’t believe it. She was too blind with joy and immediately accepted the offer, not knowing what was in store or what the boy’s true intentions were. The night of the dance, Andie eagerly waited at the dance, but as the night passed, the boy didn’t turn up. Crestfallen, Andie returned home and began to cry, wondering why the boy had stood her up. The next day at school, Andie saw the boy and his other friends, and they were laughing. She walked up to him, and questioned him as to why he had led her on to believe that he was coming to the dance. The boy laughed and said it was a dare, and that he would never go anywhere with her, for a million years. Andie got in trouble later for kicking the boy in the groin and pelting him with her books, but she knew it was all worth it. From then on, she decided that high school boys were stupid, and focused on her studies and theatre rather than the boyfriend nonsense.
When the time came to apply for colleges, Andie and Madison both agreed to go the same school: The Washington University of Arts. Later that year, Andie was surprised and delighted to see that their wish had come true. The two immediately decided to share a dorm, but chose different electives: Andie had theatre, and Madi had film. The problem with university, Andie soon found out, was that it really wasn’t high school. Even though she had difficultly fitting in at first, she soon sunk in and grew accustomed the ways of college, however she still missed high school. Along with this, her friendship with Madi had begun to wane. They never spent anytime with each other anymore, and she seemed to be disappearing from her life. Sure it was great that Madi was finding new friends and going to parties, but didn’t she still have time for her best friend? Apparently not. And to top that off, Andi is sure she’s keeping something from her; what she isn’t sure, but she’s positive it is something. Still growing used to the university life, Andi is still on the continuous cycle of balancing school and theatre, all the while trying to form new relationships with people and trying to mend her and Madi’s relationship.
Best Memory:
Getting the part of Dorothy in her middle school’s performance of The Wizard of Oz at the age of twelve has been the transformation point for Andie in her theatre career. Before that age, she had always been cast in supporting roles or chorus; she had never gotten a chance to take a jab at being a lead character. But with this though, Andie nabbed the chance and put all her effort into doing the best that she can, and showed to everyone that she was worthy of being a lead. She dazzled the audience opening night, and was a big success during the rest of the performances. With her reputation behind her, she was able to score the lead for the rest of her middle school performances.
Worst Memory:
Having little to no sleep the night before and having put off studying for drama rehearsals, Andie walked into the biology classroom unprepared and tired. She took her unit test, consisting of three previous chapters they had learned in class, and was immediately stuck on the first problem. The test was a challenge for her, and half of the information Andie had completely forgotten. Matters didn’t help when she fell asleep during the test period, and had to skip the last fifteen problems for fear of wasting time and not being able to finish the three essays she had to write. When she got the scores back later on in the day, she saw with a sinking hear that she had received a sixty percent on the test, which roughly translated out to a D – not a good grade at all. To top that off, she received lunch detention in her geometry class for not paying attention, and spent the rest of the period doing busy work while the rest of the class performed some scenes of Romeo and Juliet in front of the class. At the end of the day, Andie had rehearsal for drama, and had forgotten most of the lines for the scene she was running through. The director, furious with her over this, spent a good five minutes lecturing her about responsibility and how she had failed to rehearse her lines. At some point after the director had stopped yelling, Andie had snapped and ran off to the girl’s bathroom, locking herself in for an hour as she sat on a toilet seat, sobbing.[/size]
`Writing Skill ,,
This year’s Halloween had certainly been a night to remember; it had been a night full of ‘tricks’ instead of ‘treats’. For the citizens of Gotham, especially the Gotham City Police Department, it had been a night ridden with terror and fear instead of the usual frolicsome fun that accompanied the holiday. It had been exactly like the incident in the Narrows months before, except this was on a city-wide scale. Kristin and her brothers, Robert and Daniel, had spent their entire night rounding up citizens and trying not to succumb to the fear gas Jonathan Crane, alias Scarecrow, had set out. They had gas masks, luckily at home, and had used those, helping anyone and everyone they saw. Eventually they met up with others from the force and banded with them, trying to restore some sort of order to the chaos that had covered Gotham like a blanket. Everyone who was unaffected by the gas was recruited to assist the police in inoculating those who had been affected; this cure was thankfully brought to them by Batman via Commissioner Jim Gordon. It had taken them all night, and through the next day, but they had gotten most of the citizens treated and all was well; although the lasting effects of Crane’s gas were evident. Although most everyone who had suffered the night before were well, they still had unnatural fears that they couldn’t cope with, and it had caused the GCPD much stress over the next week as the tried to settle down riots and other cases connected with the fear gas.
Now, Kristin was stuck in her office, still doing work connected with Halloween night. She was calculating how many people had been affected overall while simultaneously trying to figure out what exactly had been in the chemical compounds of the gas that would cause such massive chaos and discord. Papers, folders, pens, and photographs had covered and taken over Kristin’s desk, along with its usual litter of mugs and empty paper plates. A half-empty cup of green tea was at her right hand as the girl leaned back in her seat, closing her tired eyes. She hadn’t had much sleep since that fateful night and she desperately wanted – needed – a vacation, but knew that this was much more important. Sleep was nothing compared to the outcome of Jonathan Crane’s hazardous, deadly fear gas. Running a hand through her raven hair, Kristin opened one eye and let it drift down towards her piles of work, wondering how long it would take her to calculate the number she was looking for. She let out a sigh and began to attack her work once more, feeling her brain throb. Something, anything besides this would be nice; even the tiniest break from this monotony would be heaven sent.
To answer Kristin’s wish, Alexander Sark’s glorious voice cut through the biting silence. Snapping her head up, Kristin’s heart jolted as she looked up at him and smiled, glad it was he who had interrupted her work, and not anyone else.
“Good morning Captain Sark,” Kristin answered, sitting up straight in her desk, looking at Sark. He seemed awfully cheery; why was that? She noticed him closing the door, and couldn’t help but wonder what he was about to tell Gia and her. Something important? That would be exciting. At least, it would be something to break the tedium she had been living in for the past few days.
“Buisness? How interesting,” she commented, her fingers drifting up to play with the jade dragon pendant at her throat. “What kind of business?” Curiosity overcame her and she couldn’t help but ask. She saw Sark turn towards her and she quickly made sure that she was prim and proper; everything a police officer should be. She wanted to leave a good impression on the Captain, showing him that although she was knew, she was smart and knew how to handle herself; that she wasn’t someone who was an idiot, but that she knew her place.
[/size][/center]This year’s Halloween had certainly been a night to remember; it had been a night full of ‘tricks’ instead of ‘treats’. For the citizens of Gotham, especially the Gotham City Police Department, it had been a night ridden with terror and fear instead of the usual frolicsome fun that accompanied the holiday. It had been exactly like the incident in the Narrows months before, except this was on a city-wide scale. Kristin and her brothers, Robert and Daniel, had spent their entire night rounding up citizens and trying not to succumb to the fear gas Jonathan Crane, alias Scarecrow, had set out. They had gas masks, luckily at home, and had used those, helping anyone and everyone they saw. Eventually they met up with others from the force and banded with them, trying to restore some sort of order to the chaos that had covered Gotham like a blanket. Everyone who was unaffected by the gas was recruited to assist the police in inoculating those who had been affected; this cure was thankfully brought to them by Batman via Commissioner Jim Gordon. It had taken them all night, and through the next day, but they had gotten most of the citizens treated and all was well; although the lasting effects of Crane’s gas were evident. Although most everyone who had suffered the night before were well, they still had unnatural fears that they couldn’t cope with, and it had caused the GCPD much stress over the next week as the tried to settle down riots and other cases connected with the fear gas.
Now, Kristin was stuck in her office, still doing work connected with Halloween night. She was calculating how many people had been affected overall while simultaneously trying to figure out what exactly had been in the chemical compounds of the gas that would cause such massive chaos and discord. Papers, folders, pens, and photographs had covered and taken over Kristin’s desk, along with its usual litter of mugs and empty paper plates. A half-empty cup of green tea was at her right hand as the girl leaned back in her seat, closing her tired eyes. She hadn’t had much sleep since that fateful night and she desperately wanted – needed – a vacation, but knew that this was much more important. Sleep was nothing compared to the outcome of Jonathan Crane’s hazardous, deadly fear gas. Running a hand through her raven hair, Kristin opened one eye and let it drift down towards her piles of work, wondering how long it would take her to calculate the number she was looking for. She let out a sigh and began to attack her work once more, feeling her brain throb. Something, anything besides this would be nice; even the tiniest break from this monotony would be heaven sent.
To answer Kristin’s wish, Alexander Sark’s glorious voice cut through the biting silence. Snapping her head up, Kristin’s heart jolted as she looked up at him and smiled, glad it was he who had interrupted her work, and not anyone else.
“Good morning Captain Sark,” Kristin answered, sitting up straight in her desk, looking at Sark. He seemed awfully cheery; why was that? She noticed him closing the door, and couldn’t help but wonder what he was about to tell Gia and her. Something important? That would be exciting. At least, it would be something to break the tedium she had been living in for the past few days.
“Buisness? How interesting,” she commented, her fingers drifting up to play with the jade dragon pendant at her throat. “What kind of business?” Curiosity overcame her and she couldn’t help but ask. She saw Sark turn towards her and she quickly made sure that she was prim and proper; everything a police officer should be. She wanted to leave a good impression on the Captain, showing him that although she was knew, she was smart and knew how to handle herself; that she wasn’t someone who was an idiot, but that she knew her place.
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Shay
Age: Sixteen
Role-playing experience: Three years
How you found us: Nikki!
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