Post by lynn on Jan 2, 2012 18:59:29 GMT -6
DARILYNNSTARRAMBROSE
You tell me everything’s all right As though it’s something you’ve been through.
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You tell me everything’s all right As though it’s something you’ve been through.
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hello, my name is LYNN AMBROSE, i'm 17 and i was born on September 13, 1994.. i guess that makes me a SENIOR and i've been A STUDENT at blackwood academy for 2 YEARS NOW. people would say i'm flighty, laid-back, controlled, patient and suspicious. and that i look a lot like VIKTORIYA SASONKINA but i just don't see it.
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Hello. I'll be interviewing you today. Can you tell me your name, maybe a little bit about yourself?
I’ve already told you I’m Darilynn Ambrose. Only adults call me Darilynn though. Everyone else just calls me Lynn. Let’s see, I grew up in London. I went to a private school there for a while, on scholarship for art. Then we had to move to the United States, because apparently life is so much better here. I went to another school, called Klenfield’s. I love to paint, you see. I love all the colors, but you wouldn’t think I’m an artist by looking at my work. But I am. It’s just called abstract. People don’t understand it. I also like music. The Beatles are my absolute favorite. They’re amazing. And then Russian music, because it’s pretty. I dance a little bit too, and love to go shopping when I can. What girl doesn’t? I don’t like the outdoors much, or like doing sports or anything. I just danced to stay in shape. Like in dance studios and things. Mostly ballet – Russian music is fantastic for dancing ballet to. Plus I love eating fruit – any kind of fruit, fruits are my favorite food. So, it helped me stay healthy.
That's a lovely name. Why don't you tell me about the people that named you, your parents? And what about the rest of your family and people close to you, tell me about them.
I live with an extended family, of sorts. My mom, my dad, and my dad’s mother. My grandmother. The catch is, my mom and dad got a divorce, but still lived together. As you can guess, that caused quite a bit of tension within the house. Between them, and between my mother and my grandma, a.k.a. her mother-in-law. My grandmother was very old-fashioned and gave inputs all the time about how I should be raised and how I should act, which didn’t bother me so much as my mother, who took it personally that she wasn’t being a good parent. What caused some major tension was when my father brought in another kid, a boy about a year younger than me. His name is Paul. Apparently my father’s runaway son from another woman, who needed a place to stay. So he was brought into the already cramped household. I had two best friends, who were both in the art circuit at Klenfield’s with me. We weren’t exactly close, not like the brother and sister type of close, but were happily content hanging out with each other. And would stand up for one another. We just also kept our secrets to ourselves.
Interesting... What about before Blackwood, how was your life?
You already know I was born in London, to my mother, Fiona Ambrose. My dad’s name is Xander Ambrose. When we moved to the United States is when they divorced, and it wasn’t too long until that whole Paul scenario came around, which you know about. I’ve always been good, or at least try to be good. I did what I was told to do most of the time, by my grandmother. My grandmother was always kind-of my favorite, because she told her opinion but at the same time was out of the mainline of drama that was my mother and father. I took as many art classes, lessons, and electives as possible. I love art. My mother thought that wasn’t anything to do anything with in life, though. Not that she did much with her life. But, anyway, because of that I tried to do other things. I got into ballet, which was art in its own form. I wasn’t very good at any other type of dance, though. Just ballet and interpretive. That didn’t exactly make her happy, because you can’t do much in life with dance either, apparently. But I liked it and was out of the house, so she was only on my case a little bit.
If you had to pick something, what's the worst and the best things your done in your life?
After my grandmother died in my freshmen year, I was sad and couldn’t be “fixed.” I helped a kid rob a store, not that I knew what he was doing. He asked me to draw him a floor plan of a department store, and would pay me a lot of money for it. I didn’t think anything of it, so I just did it. I wanted the money. I was too greedy. I knew my grandmother wouldn’t be proud of me. And then after I gave him the plan he said he would have to pay me later, which I said was okay. About a week later, police sirens were heard all over town. And I was in my room. There was a knock on my window – the kid that had robbed the store was the one I drew the plan for. He needed a place to hide, him and the money, and would give me the money he owed me if I let him in. So I did. I tried to hide the money under a floorboard, but had to make do with just under my bed. The cops found us just as he was transacting the money over to me. And that was probably the worst moment. The cops busting down my door and being aimed at through the windows. The best thing? Well, I got a part in a dance recital. I didn’t want to be there, at try-outs. My instructor made me go. My parents always said I was dramatic, although I don’t think they meant it as a good thing then. After I had gotten good at ballet, I secretly wanted to show it off. Even if it was just a group display. I didn’t need any solo acts, I could do that at home or at the studio. I was so nervous when I tried out, having to dance and in front of all of these people. I was terrified but excited, after I had given myself a pep talk. If I didn’t even try…who would that make me? I needed to try. So I did, and I made it. And it made me happy to be able to do something in my life, unlike what my mother said. Since people didn’t seem to like my art…
What made you come to Blackwood?
Well, I guess I already kind-of answered this, huh? I was charged with being an accessory to a crime. It was all such a big misunderstanding…I never knew what he was doing until after I let him in my house. I mean I know it was wrong, I should have suspected it. And honestly, I kind of did. Who wants a plan of a department store? But, although I was suspicious, I wanted the money so I just ignored that inside feeling. I..I don’t know what I was thinking. I might be too laid-back for my own good sometimes. I need to think and care more…but after my Grandmother died I kind of let that part of me go. What I didn’t tell you was that “guy” that did it…well, it was someone mentioned. That’s right, it was Paul. I helped him. But that part about not knowing what he was doing? That was true. I might have lived with him, but we never talked much. Just for the exchanging of the plan and the money. He was never very smart. He was already a runaway child, then came back to the house after he committed the crime. As if they wouldn’t find him there. When the cops found him, they knew he was a runaway, as well as convicted of robbery, so he was sent away. I don’t know where, because they told me as an accessory something had to happen to me. They suggested Blackwood instead of a juvenile hall, because I would be too “soft” they said to handle it.
Okay, and last question I promise, do like how your life has turned out?
No. My poor grandma. She would hate to see me like this. I feel like Blackwood might have been a little overreacting, I mean, right after I figured out what Paul did, I felt terrible and hated my life. But it’s getting better. I’m returning to how I was before grandma died, although I still miss her terribly. She looks down on me, and protects me, I know she does. If only she knew how I was feeling on the inside.
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your name; Nicole
how you found the site; Mal; Mt. Horizon
other characters; None yet
how long you've been roleplaying; A long time. YEARS.
code word; MAL'S EDIT
status; finished
