Post by Hannah Nevels on Jul 2, 2011 1:05:15 GMT -5
hannahmurienevels
CHECK YES JULIET, ARE YOU WITH ME?
RAIN IS FALLING DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK, I WONT GO UNTIL YOU COME OUTSIDE
RAIN IS FALLING DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK, I WONT GO UNTIL YOU COME OUTSIDE
heyy, my name is hannah murie nevels, but feel free to call me anna. i entered this world on eighteen, december, nineteen-ninety three, making me about seventeen years old. i am obviously a heterosexual female and people tend to tell me i look a lot like minka kelly. oh yeah, and i'm a junior. so, know you know a bit about me, let's get on with the interview!
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CHECK YES JULIET, KILL THE LIMBO, I'LL
KEEP TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK FOR US TONIGHT
KEEP TOSSING ROCKS AT YOUR WINDOW, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK FOR US TONIGHT
can you tell us a bit about your personality?
if there's anything you should know about me, it's this: i'm a compulsive liar. don't know why, it just is. i've been that way for awhile now - my mom thinks it's a defense mechanism due to how i used to be picked on when i was younger. i just think she can't accept the way i am.
...sorry, that was a lie.
moving on, i have good qualities as well. i'm strictly loyal to my friends who have been there for me through thick and thin, as well as love my family with all my heart. so why do i treat them with my lies? even i can't answer that honestly. and that's the truth.
can you tell us some of the things you enjoy?
i like photography. always have since i was young, and i have a feeling i always will; i was never that great on the other side of the spotlight anyway, so being behind the lens is much more comforting.
i'm a fan of poetry and sketching. though i will admit i'm not the best at either of the two, i do enjoy doing them as a fun activity in my spare time. it brings me more comfort, like photography.
movie making is another personal hobby of mine. my friends and i love to make films and post them up on youtube, cracking up at our silly videos and laughing away at our antics. definately a great way to spend time, that's for sure.
hmm, what about the things you despise?
rude people. i can't stand them with a passion; i could go on for days about how they should deal with their own issues rather than take it out on others, but i won't. i'll spare you.
i also dislike those that criticise and those that stereotype. plain and simple. enough said.
other than people, i despise honesty itself. ironic, huh? not that i really care what others think, as this is my interview and my personal answers. but honesty is honestly annoying; it hurts. and that's something i avoid like the plague.
do you have any goals in life? any dreams?
yes! above all else, i'd love to be a photographer - it's my ultimate goal in life. i know, not the brightest star to chase, but its my star and mine alone. let me do with it as i wish upon it.
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LACE UP YOUR SHOES, AYE OH AYE OH,
HERE'S HOW WE DO; RUN BABY RUN, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK, THEY'LL TEAR US APART
HERE'S HOW WE DO; RUN BABY RUN, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK, THEY'LL TEAR US APART
tell us about your past, was it fun being you?
heck yes, it was! haha, just kidding. that was another lie.
as you know, i was born to two parents. unfortunately, the dad chose to ditch when i was young, figuring parenting wasn't his thing and i'd be better off without him. yeah, right. but in any case, we moved along okay just the two of us, though there certainly was quite a space to fill in our house.
my mom was pretty much depressed the majority of the time, always wanting me to do things on my own or without her and leave her alone. i don't blame her, though; she had her own issues to deal with at the time. because of her depression, i was left to basically raise myself - always having to cook my own meals, clean the house, and so on. you get the point.
despite this, it didn't discourage me from my goals in life as i strove to achieve and do my best in my attempt at becoming a professional photographer. and though i'm still in high school, i must say i'm making great progress.
and what about your parents, are they cool?
my dad? well, you know how that goes.
as for my mom, she's alright. i don't get to talk to her much like other mothers and daughters do, so that's a bummer. just a bummer, but not a shame; i don't dwell. she's there for me in my heart, as i like to think of it. nothing more, nothing less.
have any siblings? what are they like?
no siblings, unfortunately. i do, however, consider some of my friends to be like siblings, and they're the best i could ever ask for.
what is your dirty little secret? we all have one.
as i mentioned earlier, i'm a compulsive liar. no one knows as to why or how i managed to get this far with all the lies i've made in my life. i've nearly lied my way through every situation to get to where i am today, and i'm not sure i'm willing or even can break that streak just to be honesty and 'civil.' after all, who's to say what's right or wrong?
what are your worst and best memories?
my worst memory? hearing my mom tell me my dad had actually left us after all those years she had lied to me, saying he was in heaven. maybe that's what triggered my lies, who knows. as for my best memory, it had to be a year ago when i won an award for best photo in an art gallary. best moment ever, hands down.
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IF YOU GIVE THEM THE CHANCE, DON'T
SELL YOUR HEART, DON'T SAY WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE, RUN BABY RUN, FOREVER WILL BE
SELL YOUR HEART, DON'T SAY WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BE, RUN BABY RUN, FOREVER WILL BE
behind that screen, what's your name?
hey there! you can call me skippy, though in the cbox i'll be known as PH<3 (standing for paper hearts).
and are you a guy or a girl?
last time i checked, i'm a girl - haha.
awesome! and how can we contact you?
please contact through pm on either this account or my admin account, paperhearts, if you have any questions. if you must require an email for some reason or another, shoot me a pm about it.
how long have you been roleplaying? just curious.
i've roleplayed about four years now.
great! now, can we have a little sample of your work?
"Screw this."
All eyes suddenly turned in their seats, the auditorium growing an eerie silence. Students surrounding the girl who'd dared spoken against the teacher - commonly known as Anna Nevels - suddenly chose to wisely scooch their seats a few over, distancing themselves from the girl. Anna didn't bother to notice this, keeping her dark eyes gazed down on the teacher, a sneer forming across her lips as her arms crossed over one another in a defiant way. The teacher merely blinked, confused and irritation scribbling across her own face.
About to speak, Anna was quick to intervene. "You call acting a work of art? Please. Anyone can fake something - it takes true talent to show something real."
On that note, she promptly left the room, bag slung over her shoulder in a rude fashion; she hadn't meant for it to appear that way, but as things were always against her, it did. Not that she cared. All that mattered at that moment were her beliefs, and she had given the teacher just that - even if that meant she couldn't act on her own words.
All eyes suddenly turned in their seats, the auditorium growing an eerie silence. Students surrounding the girl who'd dared spoken against the teacher - commonly known as Anna Nevels - suddenly chose to wisely scooch their seats a few over, distancing themselves from the girl. Anna didn't bother to notice this, keeping her dark eyes gazed down on the teacher, a sneer forming across her lips as her arms crossed over one another in a defiant way. The teacher merely blinked, confused and irritation scribbling across her own face.
About to speak, Anna was quick to intervene. "You call acting a work of art? Please. Anyone can fake something - it takes true talent to show something real."
On that note, she promptly left the room, bag slung over her shoulder in a rude fashion; she hadn't meant for it to appear that way, but as things were always against her, it did. Not that she cared. All that mattered at that moment were her beliefs, and she had given the teacher just that - even if that meant she couldn't act on her own words.
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