Post by orphelia hannah jones on Dec 31, 2014 9:16:39 GMT -5
orphelia h. Jones
twenty two - journalist - local - chloe moretz
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orphelia couldn't remember the last time she'd been called in for an interview, probably since she'd gotten her job at the newspaper. but of course, upon further research, she'd realized that it was for one of those '30 under 30' things. and how could you possibly turn that down. orphelia was rarely a nervous person but as she approached the restaurant where she was supposed to be meeting the person running the interview, she had bitten her lip practically to shreds. she forced herself to take a deep breath and pushed the door open. hi, uhm, sir, i'm looking for someone. probably came alone, looks like a journalist? she turned to the nearest maitre'd and tried to plaster a smile on her face. he pointed to a man in a both. and she practically groaned. she had been hoping for a woman interviewer. oh well, might as well get this over with. she made her way over to the table. the guy looked up at her with a smile. orphelia darling, how nice to see you. sit, sit. now let's get this started. i ordered us both waters, i do hope that's okay. she barely had the time to nod before he was off and rambling again. now let's start with the question everyone is going to ask. where in the world did you get a name like that? well, at least that was actually a fairly easy question, one she'd probably answered at least a million times before. my parents are huge marvel fans, so they named me after one of the more obscure characters. thus orphelia hannah jones.
the guy in front of her, whose name she still didn't know, nodded, a smile still plastered on his face. she couldn't help but feel relieved when the waitress brought their water, definitely a welcome distraction. that's really cool. now just for the sake of the recording - and i forget things all the time - let's go over the basics. she was glad the recording couldn't make out the way her face twisted in annoyance. okay, well i'm orphelia hannah jones, i was born in new york city on february 14th in 1992. more people tend to call me hannah, uhm, i work at a local newspaper and occasionally do magazine articles. - good, good. he nods, taking a sip of his water. she glared at him but he either ignored it or chose not to respond to it because he continued to drink his water without a word. for a couple moments they both just sit there, drinking your waters. so, orphelia, how was your life growing up? well she certainly hadn't been expecting that question. she wondered if this was going to be printed in the article. there were certain things she didn't exactly want the rest of the world to know about her. she had never told anyone about her twin brother. i had a fairly normal life growing up. nothing particularly spectacular. i had a mom and dad most kids would have been jealous of. they both firmly believed in karma when it came to raising us. we were very rarely ever punished once we were older because we'd have to learn to accept consequences. when i was five, my mom gave birth to my younger sister jessica. what she wasn't saying was that she also had thomas, her twin brother. when they were about thirteen, he'd been diagnosed with leukemia.
things had started out great. he'd responded to the cancer treatment well. it seemed like he would be fine. and then six months into the treatment, things went awry. suddenly it seemed like his body had turned against him. the cancer was spreading everywhere. a year after being diagnosed with cancer, thomas died. orphelia had been crushed. she bit her lip to stop the lump from forming in the throat. during my high school years, i found out about a major opportunity to get an internship at new york times magazine. so i graduated a year early and was accepted into the internship. afterwards, i went to college. i graduated and got a job with times magazine. last month i went to africa to write an article on elephants. i just got back a couple days ago. that's about it. she didn't say anything about how she'd been teased viciously in high school. that she'd once played the cello and was actually really good. but after a couple years of teasing, she finally put it up. and the case gathered dust underneath her bed. or how she'd died her hair blonde in an attempt to fit in. or how she'd cried herself to sleep so often that she didn't know was normal. or that she'd never been kissed by a boy (or a girl for that matter). the guy interviewing her looked almost disappointed with her story, like he'd been expecting some sob story or something. which it was, but she wasn't about to tell him that. she took a sip of her water, just in time for the waitress to come up and ask for their order. may i please have the chicken fingers with fries. also some ranch please? she didn't pay any attention to what her interviewer ordered. she'd always had a thing for kids food. just so long as it wasn't chinese food. she couldn't stand that stuff.
well, sounds... fascinating. she couldn't help but wonder if the smile was fake because he definitely didn't sound enthusiastic. well with that covered, i guess we have to move on to the other things on my list. let's see, how exactly would you describe yourself? oh yay, this question. well if i had so describe myself, i would definitely say that i'm pretty quirky i guess. i'm not like everyone else. i don't actually have to try to stand out. i'm a journalist but i also love writing stories. when i was little, i always dreamed of having my own happily ever after. fairytales about dragons and damsels in distress were probably one of my favorite things. i'm not a hugely social person i guess. i get really really nervous about boys. she said this little detail with a small little smile. he seemed to lean forward a little at this. i like to think that i'm a really independent girl. also i'm not the kind of girl the will sit around and be someone's trophy wife. i've always been really goal oriented and determined. once i set my mind on something, i pour one hundred percent of myself into doing something. i'm pretty okay with change. i do tend to weigh all my decisions quite extensively. even then, i tend to be really indecisive. she shook her head with a smile. like i said, i'm a really quirky person. i'm not the same as everyone else. at that exact moment, the waitress showed up with their meals. orphelia offered the girl a smile before she began to eat the chicken fingers. for a little while, neither of them said anything. there was just something about a good chicken finger meal that made her feel better, even around guys. it took her about twenty minutes to eat her chicken fingers. and the interviewer had also finished his pasta by then.
so, orphelia, you described yourself as quirky. what would you say are some of your.... quirks? orphelia smiled a little. because that wasn't a strange question. well, i don't drink, i don't smoke, i don't cuss, i can't talk to boys, i ramble when i'm nervous. my house is made of glass, i can't stand the smell of oranges, i really want a cat, i hate having to try to hard to make good friends. i could probably talk to you about my quirks for hours so i'll spare you he smiles. now surely a pretty girl like you has a love life. orphelia laughs. does my career count? no, i've been working very steadily on my career since high school started. i haven't found anyone worth the time it would take away from my career. he nods and looks at his clock. he swears lightly under his breath. i'm sorry orphelia, but it looks like we're all out of time. so we'll contact you if you're chosen. thanks for your time. he gathers up his things, shakes her hand and then leaves. well that wasn't abrupt or anything orphelia muttered under her breath. but at the very least, she'd gotten it done and over with. the waitress came and delivered the bill. of course he didn't stay to pay for the food. she placed a few bills on the the table and left the restaurant. her friends had sent her a text asking them to join her on their trip to the bar. she didn't normally agree to these things but she'd been gone for the past couple of months in africa, so it hadn't been that hard to convince her to join them. besides it would definitely take her mind off that strange interview and the sinking feeling that she definitely wasn't going to get into that magazine.
the guy in front of her, whose name she still didn't know, nodded, a smile still plastered on his face. she couldn't help but feel relieved when the waitress brought their water, definitely a welcome distraction. that's really cool. now just for the sake of the recording - and i forget things all the time - let's go over the basics. she was glad the recording couldn't make out the way her face twisted in annoyance. okay, well i'm orphelia hannah jones, i was born in new york city on february 14th in 1992. more people tend to call me hannah, uhm, i work at a local newspaper and occasionally do magazine articles. - good, good. he nods, taking a sip of his water. she glared at him but he either ignored it or chose not to respond to it because he continued to drink his water without a word. for a couple moments they both just sit there, drinking your waters. so, orphelia, how was your life growing up? well she certainly hadn't been expecting that question. she wondered if this was going to be printed in the article. there were certain things she didn't exactly want the rest of the world to know about her. she had never told anyone about her twin brother. i had a fairly normal life growing up. nothing particularly spectacular. i had a mom and dad most kids would have been jealous of. they both firmly believed in karma when it came to raising us. we were very rarely ever punished once we were older because we'd have to learn to accept consequences. when i was five, my mom gave birth to my younger sister jessica. what she wasn't saying was that she also had thomas, her twin brother. when they were about thirteen, he'd been diagnosed with leukemia.
things had started out great. he'd responded to the cancer treatment well. it seemed like he would be fine. and then six months into the treatment, things went awry. suddenly it seemed like his body had turned against him. the cancer was spreading everywhere. a year after being diagnosed with cancer, thomas died. orphelia had been crushed. she bit her lip to stop the lump from forming in the throat. during my high school years, i found out about a major opportunity to get an internship at new york times magazine. so i graduated a year early and was accepted into the internship. afterwards, i went to college. i graduated and got a job with times magazine. last month i went to africa to write an article on elephants. i just got back a couple days ago. that's about it. she didn't say anything about how she'd been teased viciously in high school. that she'd once played the cello and was actually really good. but after a couple years of teasing, she finally put it up. and the case gathered dust underneath her bed. or how she'd died her hair blonde in an attempt to fit in. or how she'd cried herself to sleep so often that she didn't know was normal. or that she'd never been kissed by a boy (or a girl for that matter). the guy interviewing her looked almost disappointed with her story, like he'd been expecting some sob story or something. which it was, but she wasn't about to tell him that. she took a sip of her water, just in time for the waitress to come up and ask for their order. may i please have the chicken fingers with fries. also some ranch please? she didn't pay any attention to what her interviewer ordered. she'd always had a thing for kids food. just so long as it wasn't chinese food. she couldn't stand that stuff.
well, sounds... fascinating. she couldn't help but wonder if the smile was fake because he definitely didn't sound enthusiastic. well with that covered, i guess we have to move on to the other things on my list. let's see, how exactly would you describe yourself? oh yay, this question. well if i had so describe myself, i would definitely say that i'm pretty quirky i guess. i'm not like everyone else. i don't actually have to try to stand out. i'm a journalist but i also love writing stories. when i was little, i always dreamed of having my own happily ever after. fairytales about dragons and damsels in distress were probably one of my favorite things. i'm not a hugely social person i guess. i get really really nervous about boys. she said this little detail with a small little smile. he seemed to lean forward a little at this. i like to think that i'm a really independent girl. also i'm not the kind of girl the will sit around and be someone's trophy wife. i've always been really goal oriented and determined. once i set my mind on something, i pour one hundred percent of myself into doing something. i'm pretty okay with change. i do tend to weigh all my decisions quite extensively. even then, i tend to be really indecisive. she shook her head with a smile. like i said, i'm a really quirky person. i'm not the same as everyone else. at that exact moment, the waitress showed up with their meals. orphelia offered the girl a smile before she began to eat the chicken fingers. for a little while, neither of them said anything. there was just something about a good chicken finger meal that made her feel better, even around guys. it took her about twenty minutes to eat her chicken fingers. and the interviewer had also finished his pasta by then.
so, orphelia, you described yourself as quirky. what would you say are some of your.... quirks? orphelia smiled a little. because that wasn't a strange question. well, i don't drink, i don't smoke, i don't cuss, i can't talk to boys, i ramble when i'm nervous. my house is made of glass, i can't stand the smell of oranges, i really want a cat, i hate having to try to hard to make good friends. i could probably talk to you about my quirks for hours so i'll spare you he smiles. now surely a pretty girl like you has a love life. orphelia laughs. does my career count? no, i've been working very steadily on my career since high school started. i haven't found anyone worth the time it would take away from my career. he nods and looks at his clock. he swears lightly under his breath. i'm sorry orphelia, but it looks like we're all out of time. so we'll contact you if you're chosen. thanks for your time. he gathers up his things, shakes her hand and then leaves. well that wasn't abrupt or anything orphelia muttered under her breath. but at the very least, she'd gotten it done and over with. the waitress came and delivered the bill. of course he didn't stay to pay for the food. she placed a few bills on the the table and left the restaurant. her friends had sent her a text asking them to join her on their trip to the bar. she didn't normally agree to these things but she'd been gone for the past couple of months in africa, so it hadn't been that hard to convince her to join them. besides it would definitely take her mind off that strange interview and the sinking feeling that she definitely wasn't going to get into that magazine.
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