Post by effie on Mar 7, 2010 15:30:56 GMT -5
JOSEPHINE CLAIRE MONTGOMERY
Name: Josephine Claire Montgomery
Nicknames: Effie , Josey , JC , Jo , Joey
Age: 18
Date of Birth: May 2
Grade: freshman
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Home Town: Savannah, Georgia
Degree: Dance
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--- DEPENDABLE - I suppose I’ve always been very reliable, especially for a teenager. I can’t rightly say how my parents feel about that. I mean, do they really want the typical teenage daughter that sneaks around behind their backs and lies to them so she can go have sex with her boyfriend? That just isn’t me though. Never has been. I’m the girl that you can count on. I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep. I don’t lie and sneak around to get what I want. I’m very honest at all times. I find it easier to get my way if my parents know I’m telling them the truth about what I’m going out to do.
--- ANTISOCIAL - It’s not that I don’t like people or that I’m mean or anything. I like people I really do. I’ve just never been around a lot of people. I’ve been in town and there are people around. I’ve been to various parties and there are always mobs there. I’ve been on stage and people come to see me dance. But those are different from common social activities. I’ve never been in a situation where I have a constant mob of people around me like school, for instance. I’ve never learned the same social graces as other people. Again. I’m not uncomfortable talking to people, I just prefer to be alone. I’m more comfortable in small groups or by myself. I don’t feel the same drive to have a lot of friends, or have constant company. I’m ok being by myself. In the sense that I’m not as desperate to be the center of attention as others, I’m a bit antisocial.
--- INNOCENT - I’ve led a very sheltered life, and I have no problem admitting it. I’m not one of those girls that has been around the block. I haven’t even made it to the corner yet. I was never offered alcohol by anyone other than my parents. They let me sip champagne at my cousins wedding. I didn’t even get a whole glass though. To continue, I’ve never dated. Not once. My father brought me out on a few dates, though they hardly count. I’ve also gone out with my brother and his former boyfriend Mark. But again, that hardly counts. My life has always been very safe. Very sheltered. I’m ok with that though. There is plenty of time to go out and be corrupted, but there are only a few years where I can make a living as a dancer. I’m innocent in the sense that there is a lot of the world that I have never experienced. But I’m in no hurry.
--- PRACTICAL - I’m not the girl that is concerned with fashion or anything else frivolous. I make my choices based on what makes the most sense. I always have. I try to see the big picture. For instance, my lack of a social life. I know that I have a lot of time. I’m still young and I need to follow my dream while I’m still young enough to have it. Once I’m too old to make it as a dancer I can get married and have a family. There is plenty of time for love and having a ‘good time’. The sensible side of me knows that. If it were up to me I’d buy simple classic styles of clothing that I could wear for years afterward. But it’s not up to me. Mother does most of my shopping. I wear whatever she gives me, but at least it’s not energy being wasted on picking out a wardrobe or outfits.
--- THIRD PERSON - Effie is a very driven person. She knows what she wants and has wrapped herself completely up in since she was young enough to have a dream. She’s never been a social butterfly, and now doesn’t interact with her peers well simply because she never has before. She’s more cordial than anything. Inside there is a playful girl that is just waiting to break free, but for now that girl doesn’t know how to make herself be heard. Effie isn’t comfortable relaxing or having a good time. It makes her feel like she’s doing something wrong, or perhaps that everything she’s been working for will suddenly fall away. She’s a little bit consumed by anxiety, but fails to see that fact. She’s extremely uptight and very much needs someone around that can make her relax. Her brother was always the one that got her to relax … and he’s not around now.
LIKES: music , ballet , exercise in general , organization , a challenge , jonathan , summers , the beach , bonfires , the outdoors , traveling , alice in wonderland , peter pan
DISLIKES: dance movies , teen drinking , cussing , tattoo's , body piercings , the unknown , being cold , fashion , texting , instant messaging , washing dishes , public transportation
I was born on the second of May, in Savannah, Georgia. My family has lived in Savannah for generations now. My father inherited the family house. Grandmother Montgomery always lived with us. Grandfather Montgomery passed away when I was about three. He had cancer, and I get checked for it once a year just to be safe. My mother grew up in Garden city, and was attending Savannah State University when she met father. The two fell in love, got married, and had me and my twin brother (Jonathan) less than a year later. I’m not sure they were quite planning on having children so soon after marriage, but at least my father had means to care for two small children when he was so young. Grandmother was always around to help, of course. We never had a nanny, though families like mine do employ help around the house, they never employ nannies. We have one of those old family houses and there is usually the family matriarch still living there to help out new mothers.
I was home schooled along side my brother. Our tutors would come to the house. There were several of them. I had a dance instructor as well as an instructor for the basic courses (Mathmatics, English, Science) and a French instructor. My brother and I had the same instructor for the basic courses, but were separated for our electives. I’ve been dancing since I was five years old. It was something my mother always pushed for. For her, it was more for exercise than anything. She didn’t want me learning to be lazy. Dance was a fun way to keep me active and teach me discipline. I’m not sure she ever expected I’d take to it this way.
I was always pretty close to my brother. We spent a good deal of time playing together when we were children. Of course there were children around the area that we’d play with as well, but my brother was always my best friend. I suppose that sounds sort of silly and cliché, but in my case it was true. The two of us had the same best friend. Mark didn’t exactly live next door. There are quite expansive grounds around my house, so it took a pretty good drive to get to his home, but I suppose you could call him our next door neighbor. He came over most days to play with Johnny and I. Unlike us, however, Mark was enrolled in an actual school. It was a private school in town, but I was always so curious of it. I was sort of jealous of him. He got to go to school and meet kids our age! I always wondered what it was like. As I got older I grew out of that though. I learned how lucky I was to have parents that supported a dream like mine.
Not all parents would put such effort in teaching a child to dance. Most would push their children to become something more practical. But my parents always told me I could be anything, and I wanted to be a ballerina. My lessons got steadily more advanced as I got older. I went through several instructors as I surpassed their knowledge of ballet. My mother thought I should get a more rounded education, anyway. She didn’t think it wise to keep me with one instructor. I had about half a dozen different instructors so far.
I’ve traveled some. My family has gone on vacations to France and England. I’ve seen a good portion of the United States. But a lot of the time we would just stay at home. In my opinion there is nothing like a Georgia summer. I love it there. Johnny, Mark, and I would go out to the beach and make fires. Mark would bring some of his friends from school. I was pretty close to a few of the females, but not like I was close with my brother and Mark. As we got older the two of them actually got into a relationship, though our parents never knew. I figured I should explain that, incase some of you were wondering if Mark and I were ever an item. We weren’t. It wasn’t like that. I never really dated. I still haven’t been on any dates that weren’t with my father. I was more concerned with my dance career. My parents always trusted me because of that. I was responsible. I came home at a reasonable hour and went straight to bed. I wasn’t the girl that snuck out at midnight. My parents always knew where I was.
Well I’ve always been curious of public school systems. I’ve always longed to go. I found out about Emerson while my family was on vacation in Philadelphia. When we returned home I found the web page, sent in an application. Got an audition. Now here I am. My parents pay the rent on my apartment. They’d rather I not have to work. They just want me to focus on my studies. I must say, this whole thing is overwhelming to me. I miss Johnny and Mark more than words can say! I miss them more than my parents. I miss the heat. I miss the familiarity of home. But it’s exciting. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Why Emerson?
Effie chose Emerson for a few reasons. She loves the idea of going to a public school. She wants to further study ballet, and feels that she needs to change something if she‘s ever going to succeed. She needs to network. Meet people out in the real world. That is what she sees this as. For Effie she sees this more as a chance to meet people and encounter possibilities to get work than to actually learn new stuff.
The time had come at long last. The past years had been spent longing for a sense of normalcy that Nessie knew would never be hers. Sure, she was at high school, she got a taste of a normal life, but things would never be that simple in her world. She knew better than to expect that. Not that she was complaining, of course. Nessie was happy that her world was what it was. She couldn’t imagine a life where she didn’t know about vampires or werewolves. What would she do without Jake? Or her family? No, she was glad that she couldn’t really anticipate anything in her life. For example, if she’d tried to predict what it would be like to finally go to school, Nessie never guessed it would have been like this. How could she know that once she finally got to school it would be the only place she really felt free.
It wasn’t that she felt unsafe or unhappy in her own home. It was just necessary to keep certain thoughts to herself. School was one of the only places she could relax and thing whatever she wanted. If she asked her mother to hide her thoughts from her father that would be a little obvious. He would know that something was up if she did that. Her father was use to hearing things that he didn’t want to know. But she knew that this was one of those things that he wouldn’t just ignore. This was one of those taboo subjects that she wasn’t even supposed to entertain. She didn’t need her father lecturing her to know that. So that was why, here, in hallowed halls of Juneau-Douglas High, Renesmee felt safe to let her mind wander. Even if her father were here, would he pick up her thoughts in the hum of minds surrounding her?
Renesmee weaved absently through the mass of bodies around her, as she made her way towards her next period. It was the process of passing through the halls that had begun to make her feel like she was attempting to swim up a waterfall. No matter which direction she was going, she seemed to be pushing against everyone. Was it even possible to make it to her destination?! Sure, it would be only too easy to shove through them all and make a new current, but that wasn’t exactly polite. Anyway, Nessie knew how much trouble she’d be in if she used her full strength just to get to her next class. It wasn’t like she was in any great hurry anyway. Her mind was several thousand miles away.
One of the first things that Renesmee had experienced as a child was having her life threatened. The very coven that was supposed to be on the side of the people had come in an attempt to kill her and her family. The experience had left a good many people shaken. Renesmee hardly felt threatened any more, but she still didn’t like the Volturi. She’d pushed thoughts of them to the back of her mind ever since they’d started popping up. Nessie knew how her family felt about the Volturi. Even if they were corrupt, her family wasn’t going to step up and do anything about it. They didn’t want to rule. It was just unfortunate that her family was the only one capable of making a difference. Unless there was another shield out there that could stand against Jane and Alec. With those two around, who would ever be able to stop Aro?
Of course if someone could get the two of them out of Italy … Renesmee stopped her thought there. No need to go through with it. If she kept going she’d make plans, and then Alice would start seeing things. Or … stop seeing things. One way or another, her aunt would figure it out. She would see her parent’s reactions when they discovered Renesmee gone. She would cease to see Italy. The rest of the family would be a lot more visible. Unless Jake or Seth stuck around to keep her blind. But even that wouldn’t be enough. Alice was learning to see around the holes in her visions. If she let herself think about that she’d need to be a lot more ready to take action than she was right now.
Finally she was there. Nessie shook her head, and ran a hand through her long, wavy, auburn hair. She was standing just off to the side of the door. Various students were filtering into the class ahead of her as she took a moment to snap her mind back into the moment. The second bell rang, and Nessie stepped into the classroom. Her seat was right near the back of the room. Nessie slipped into her desk, and pulled out her Spanish notebook. Out of her peripheral vision she watched as the desks around her filled up. Students slipped out cell phones to text beneath their desks and began to pass notes to their friends. Did they really think that no one was going to notice? Did they really not care if they never learned anything in High School? What was the point of it all if they weren’t even going to try? Was their goal in life to run to local McDonalds or something? At this rate they were going to succeed.
Renesmee rolled her eyes and listened as the teacher began his lecture. He never spoke a word of English in their class. Renesmee already spoke Spanish, and had been permitted to take the fifth year class. There were mostly seniors around her. On her right she heard a girl whispering to her neighbor, asking what their teacher had just assigned them to do. The two hunched over a dictionary trying to translate while Nessie began to outline her project on a blank sheet of paper. Forty minutes later the final bell rang. School was out. Finally. Renesmee scooped up the contents littering her desk with one arm, slung her bag over her shoulder with the other, then slipped out the door, all before the other kids in the classroom had even gotten their backpacks filled. She knew that someone would be waiting to pick her up outside, and Nessie just wanted to get home. Maybe she could convince Rose to go sopping with her or something.
[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'mJESSIEJAYE and I'm TWENTY old. I'm HUNGRY. This is my FIRST application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from CAUTION.
