Post by Berwald Oxenstierna on Aug 9, 2010 7:51:27 GMT -5
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Berwald Oxenstierna
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"... Berwald is fine,"
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"Male,"
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"... 21. Born on th' 6th 'f June,"
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"Walk i'stead 'f drivin'. Take th' stairs. Jog fer 'bout half an hour every mornin'... An' I go t' th' gym whenever I have th' time,"
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"... Didn't think tha' he was either... An' I'm homosexual."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"Woodwork, sculpturin', readin' books; Studyin', hangin' out with some f' m' friends, Knittin' sometimes,"
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"... I don't see th' point of tellin' ye this for m' college application... but... if it is part of it then... Mmm... I s'ppose i like being with friends an' family, th' less noisy ones 'f course. I also like having time fer m'self , I don't like bein' busy all th' time. I like sculptin', an' I enjoy readin' crime mystery thrillers. Mm. I enjoy anythin' nice, like a walk in th' park. 'm not picky, "
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"... I don't really get angry often, but... Noisy obnoxious people can make me angry, if they try i s'ppose. I get annoyed when people come in and disturb me when i'm working or they mess with m' work withou' m' permission. I just don't like that,"
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Well... i guess 'm good at anythin' i'm interested in and put m' mind to it. As i said i like to work with wood, sculpt or carve, and people tell me tha' i'm good at it an' i should take it as a major, but i don't see myself as an artist. It's more 'f a hobby. I learnt how t' knit an' I made a few scarves and hats b'fore. Mm. I s'ppose 'm good at understanding things at first glance. As in I learn quickly?"
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"Mm... 'm no good at makin' new friends, or sociallising with anyone tha' i haven't talked with before. M' not very good at expressing m'self verbally... there were a few times where i acted violently i'stead 'f talkin' abou' it. 'm still working on tha' though,"
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"Why wou'd ye do tha' in th' first place?"
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"Spouse? Well, m'allright as long as he's a nice person, I can't really think 'f any specifics righ' now, "
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"... 'f ye say so. An' I don't like obnoxious, uncompromising, insensitive people... I guess i know wha' not t' look for, more than what t' look for,"
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"..."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"First thing that comes to mind... is this a psychology test?"
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Cinnamon rolls"
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Art,"
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"Summer Holidays; Autumn"
FAVORITE WORD?
"Ocean,"
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Dawn."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Blue."
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
" Mm... I consider m'self as a quiet and serious person...maybe a bit too serious. I seem to scare alot 'f people tha' way. T' be honest, it's 'cause I don't know wha' t' say t' new acquaintances, an' i get awkward whenever tha' happens. But, i can be quite nice and a bit more talkative 'f i like them, once i get pas' th' awkward phase,"
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Both 'f m' parents are still alive, and i have a younger sister. I generally enjoy being with anyone from m'family, and I'll definitely go back home fer the holidays,"
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS COLLEGE?
"Mm... I was born in a town in northern Sweden, but i was raised in Stockholm fer th' most part. And I chose this college, since it seemed very international, and i thought of it as an extra t' learn more abou' other cultures, while m' studyin law,"
AWESOME. WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"Mm... Righ' now i'm workin' part time at one 'f th' cafe's in town. But i'm hopin' t' take a job as a lawyer, and maybe work for a Peace-keeping organisation,"
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"... I should think, that the first part of that sentence was just an enhancement for your question. But if this question is part 'f th' application then... M'first wish would be tha' i'll make it through university life in one piece, the second is tha' i'll get a job as a lawyer, and i'll do it well. The third will have to be 'return to yer bottle' if this genie actually does exist, and is granting m'wishes righ' now,"
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"... "
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
" Th' person i was with before this decided tha' long distance relationships were horrible an' we broke off. So, as 'f th' moment, 'm single."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"Mm, sure. An' anywhere, you choose,"
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
" I don't see why not,"
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"... Tack? Thank you? I don't really have anythin' else t' tell you,"
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"... I'll leave now,"
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CHEESE has been trying to escape this doggone planet for SIXTEEN years, but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for FOUR years. too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in the +7 GMT (? i'm not sure about this) timezone. you can always reach them at larxene93@hotmail.com // na-nani-ni on skype .
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Berwald sighed silently and bent his head forward, his fingers reaching up, pulling his glasses off his nose. What time was it? He squints slightly at his watch, 1:21, is said. Five hours, a voice groans inside his head as he straightens up and leans heavily against the back of his chair. His fingers absently started to fiddle with his glasses as he tilts his head back and lets his eyes close.
This wasn't going well. He still wasn't done with his paper, and it's already past midnight. Should he stay and finish it? He didn't want to be too tired in the morning. But the paper had to be finished tonight.
His chest heaves upwards and he sighs again. He opens his eyes and blearily looks around him. He could see a few lights still on and hear a few pages turning along with several tired sighs, but for the most part, the library was dark and silent. He stretches in his seat, drawing his arms in front of him, intertwining his fingers together then cracked them. He pushes himself off the chair and stands, he should probably get himself a cup of coffee. Then, he yawns.
He shakes his head and starts to walk towards the door, slightly stretching the cramps from his legs with each step. He pushes the door open and makes his way to the vending machine at the end of the hallway. He manages to fish out enough money from his pocket to pay for a single can of coffee. He grimaces slightly as he pulls the can open, and tilts it back into his mouth. Ugh.
He quickly finishes the can, and tosses the crushed version of it into a nearby trash bin.
As he sits back at the table and places his hands on his laptop's keyboard, a grim voice tells him that with any luck he'll be able to stay up for another eight pages. He glances to the side, and quickly skims over his notes before setting his fingers back to work.
This wasn't going well. He still wasn't done with his paper, and it's already past midnight. Should he stay and finish it? He didn't want to be too tired in the morning. But the paper had to be finished tonight.
His chest heaves upwards and he sighs again. He opens his eyes and blearily looks around him. He could see a few lights still on and hear a few pages turning along with several tired sighs, but for the most part, the library was dark and silent. He stretches in his seat, drawing his arms in front of him, intertwining his fingers together then cracked them. He pushes himself off the chair and stands, he should probably get himself a cup of coffee. Then, he yawns.
He shakes his head and starts to walk towards the door, slightly stretching the cramps from his legs with each step. He pushes the door open and makes his way to the vending machine at the end of the hallway. He manages to fish out enough money from his pocket to pay for a single can of coffee. He grimaces slightly as he pulls the can open, and tilts it back into his mouth. Ugh.
He quickly finishes the can, and tosses the crushed version of it into a nearby trash bin.
As he sits back at the table and places his hands on his laptop's keyboard, a grim voice tells him that with any luck he'll be able to stay up for another eight pages. He glances to the side, and quickly skims over his notes before setting his fingers back to work.
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