Post by nickbo on Jun 14, 2009 7:10:24 GMT -5
c a i t l i n~~
[/color][Entering the massive mansion is rather... Intimidating you might say.
You see, everything is so shiny. It looks new to an almost freakish extent and... Well, empty. You only entered here on whim of conducting an interview and in a sense you are already nervous; clearly the house is
HOW YOU DOIN'? ;DD
[/center]... That is what they start with? My name of all things? Surely they should know...
[Her eyes, however, find a way back to to you and she stares slightly. Her body never really faces you completely; always turned slightly sideways as if there is someone else she would rather be talking to.]
... Upon my birth my parents gave me the name 'Caitlin Madeleine Fitzwilliam'. It is not something they call me frequently however... They do not speak to me often after all and surely calling me my full name...
[She trails off but not in particular nostalgia but rather impatience, her eyes flickering off you and glancing indecisively around again and continuing to mumble.]
... Besides, why on earth would they want to know what I'm called by my parents? They wouldn't be allowed to refer to me that as such; commoners should know their place...
[She takes that moment to blink and focus her gaze on you again, almost as if startled by something. She bits on her lip for a moment with insecurity. The insecurity flickers away slightly as her eyes wander over to the throne and she inches close to it, a hand running along the arm of it for comfort]
I-I need not bother with such. Darach and the others are what you could call my... 'Friends'.
[She seems almost hesitant in saying it for some reason but the girl continues none the less, casting her eyes back to you.][/sup]
... Lady Caitlin or... Lady. That is what I would prefer my 'friends' to call me, whether I know them well or not. ...But you?
[Her eyes stay on you rather reluctantly. Her delicate hands instead stay on the arm of the throne for comfort and trail along it. Her back straightens though and her hands leave there, folding behind her back as she attempts to gain perhaps authority.]
... You will call me Lady Caitlin as well. ... C-consider that lucky...
Are you incompetent? They call me Lady for a reason! [As soon as it escapes her, however, she immediately turns a darker shade of red, possibly embarrassed by her outburst. Her body once again turns slightly away and a hand fidgets again along the gold surface of the throne. Her fidgeting is nervous as her blush refuses to leave and her gaze returns to the chair.]
... They deserved such words, thinking me as androgynous... W-well... A correct answer to that would indeed be female. Is it not obvious?
[She doesn't seem to register it would be right to apologize and the girl just seems to ignore it even occurred as she attempts to calm herself, resorting to muttering again.]
I doesn't take a genius to figure out such anyway; honestly, intelligence is waning in today's commers... Really, what did I expect? I should complain to Darach...[/sub]
[She cannot help but stare at you with a different kind of bewildered as of that before, but far more... Condescending. You realize that she misunderstood the question slightly but you can only struggle to correct her as she trails off mumbling. Soon enough, however, she seems to realize it on her on. Embarrassment quickly comes back as she flushes, glaring up at you and attempting to brush it off with a flick of her hair, glancing away.]
Y-you mean occupation wise... I knew that, of course. It is important I test the commoners of their intellect.
[She once again tries to regain her confidence and dignity as she stands up straight, letting go off the throne once again. The young lady attempts to take a step forward but trips slightly. Clearly embarrassed by this she pauses, straightening her cardigan almost nervously but of course she is sure to cover this up.]
I am one of the Frontier Brains honestly, shouldn't they know that? Incompetent interviewer... Specifically that of the Battle Castle. W-well technically there's... Two for that...
[She shifts on her feet as if momentarily uncomfortable with standing, her eye contact instead drifting down to her feet this time as she clears her throat, attempting to speak louder.]
Technically there is also Darach, my.... The Castle Valet. He does the battling one might say but... I hand out the Castle Points and judge so obviously that is the most important part of the Castle, really.
[This question is obviously not received warmly. Her slight shyness on the topic of her occupation disappears as she glares up. This time, however, she is far more controlling of her rage (at least attempts to be, irritancy is still obvious as she turns away in a dismissing manner.]
Sixteen. A young age for someone as accomplished as me, no? I would state such is obvious but at your mental rate it seems you would guess me to be above sixty...