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Broken [Private Journal Entry] [Nov. 6th, 2012|09:38 pm]
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I have no idea how I could be surprised, or why this hurts so much. He's made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me.

Which, putting aside my personal feelings, is ridiculously inauthentic. His portraits of me as a child, they were important steps in moving his career forward, and now, I'm just...an inconvenience.

He's doing a show at the Milton Gallery. It's not even that far from campus, but at the very least he could have let me know he'd been in the city.

I guess I know now. There's no question that he doesn't want me.
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Trying to Resign [IC, Bernice and Amy, Complete, Sometime after October 7] [May. 19th, 2012|03:09 pm]
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Amy forced herself to calm down, taking a deep breath, before she entered the classroom/office. She had to do this. She knew it was the right decision--in fact, it was the only ethical option. That, however, did not make her feel better about it or make it less humiliating.

Having entered the room, she looked toward Professor McGillian. The Professor was everything she wished to be one day: beautiful--though she supposed that was irrelevant, confident not just as a professor but as a person. In fact, in some ways, she was rather similar to Zoe. The thought of the comparison caused her to falter for a moment. She took another breath before speaking, "Professor? I wondered if I could speak to you for a bit, about the lab section."

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[OOC] Play List [Mar. 24th, 2012|10:49 am]
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Annual Disappointment [Journal Entry] [Mar. 21st, 2012|01:45 am]
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It's that time of year again. I put off going to my mail box today, which I suppose was a bit immature of me. Perhaps I should be thankful that he actually remembers twice a year and takes whatever time and effort is required to make sure I receive it on time. Though, I imagine that actually has more to do with whatever assistant keeps him from completely separating from whatever humanity he still has.

I suppose those who like art would say that the painting was gorgeous. With his star being on the rise, I imagine I could get a decent price for it were I to sell it. I wasn't overly impressed though.

I guess it was meant to be personalized for me, since apparently the only thing my father knows about me is my address. It was an impressionistic painting of the Statue of Liberty against a star light sky with a full moon. Again, all he knows is that I live in NYC--if that much thought even went into it.

Oh, well, I'll put it at the bottom of my suitcase and take it with me when I go home to add it to the rest of them. If nothing else, assuming he remains a popular artist, then I will never have to worry about finances. I guess I should be thankful for that.

Mom called earlier. We talked for a while. It was good to talk to her. She sounds like she's doing well, though working too many hours. I guess I should not say anything though, since that's my future, too.

I suppose I overplayed some of the events of this first week. It's really important to her that I get out and make friends. I promised I'd get off campus tomorrow, and I hope that neither Mamoru nor Rei mind that I told my mother that I'm making friends. Colleagues, at this point, would probably be a more accurate term, but the relief in Mom's voice when she thought I actually had a couple of friends was good to hear. I would like to have friends. Maybe eventually. I hope Mom's making friends herself.

I'm probably the only college student who hates her birthday. It's good to talk to Mom, but we talk regularly, so that's not that big of a deal. No, all that my birthday means is that my father took a small amount of time to acknowledge my existence. No phone call. No card. Just a painting. On the back, as always, it says, "To my ladybug. All my love, Daddy." The same thing it says every time. As if it's still appropriate for him to call me that. Of course the all important signature is on the front.

I think I'll see if the pool is open this evening.
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[IC] Cell Phone [Mar. 18th, 2012|10:31 pm]
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[TXT] for a text message
[VOICE] for leave a message
[CALL] to make a call
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Amy's Schedule Fall 2010 (revised) [Mar. 13th, 2012|02:42 pm]
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MWF--8 AM: Fundamentals of Western Music

MWF--10 AM: Bacteriology

MWF--2PM: Physiological Psychology

MWF--3 PM: Insular Vernacular and Paleography

T--9:30 AM: Bacteriology Lab

TTh--2:15 PM: Bioorganic Chem

TTh--6 PM: TA Chem (Lab on Thursdays, but attends most lectures on Tuesdays)

Th--1 PM: Harp

(Also TAs Chem for Bernice)
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Amy's Closet [Mar. 13th, 2012|09:15 am]
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A normal day:


Formal wear, particularly for performing on the harp:


A day at the beach/pool (not swim team):

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Updated Profile [Apr. 17th, 2011|06:47 pm]
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Player Information

Name/Nickname: Sandy
Age: Old Enough
Messengers: AIM: MercurianAmi

Character Information

Name: Amy Thayers
Age: 19
Family: Mother--Sheila Thayers; Father--Jerome Thayers
Home town/country: Boston, MA
Native Language: English, but has learned a couple of other languages (Japanese, Spanish, and Latin)
Ethnicity: Caucasian, exact mix unknown
Major/Minor: Pre-Med/Does not have an official minor but takes classes for fun in various areas.
Talents: Amy is quite talented with the harp. She’s more known for skill at chess and computers. She is a talented debater and public speaker, and is a gifted swimmer. While she denies it, she’s also quite good at dealing with children.
Played By: Alexis Bledel

Written Description:

Amy’s eyes are probably the most striking part of her face, a deep blue, and though she’ll never admit it, she is too proud of her eyes to wear glasses. Her dark hair is falls just below her shoulders and full, and is often pulled back out of her face when she is studying or working. She does not tend to do much with her hair, as the whole point of short hair is for it to be easy to fix.

Her complexion is light, but she can hold a tan, and tends to go from sunburn to suntan rather quickly. She has a swimmer’s body, with muscular arms and a strong torso, though she’s by no means manly, just trim. She is not “well-endowed” but she’s content with her figure, though she does not really think about it much.

Amy is not one to smile a lot, but when she does she looks quite pretty, revealing even, white teeth and lighting up her face.

History:

Amy Marguerite Thayers had a normal childhood for the first three years of her life. She was a sweet and precocious child, showing some signs of her advanced intelligence, but for the most part just being a sweet toddler. Many days were spent in her father’s studio, playing while he painted, she was even used as the model for a couple of Jerome’s paintings.

Her perfect little world was shattered, however, shortly after her third birthday as her father left. After that, she only saw her father on weekends, and for the first couple of years, he was good about keeping their visits. Unfortunately, as he became a renowned artist, Jerome started missing visits. It started out as a visit here or there as he attended a reception or was out of town as inspiration struck, and he absolutely had to have a certain model or location.

Around the same time that her visits with her father were growing less regular, Sheila had started noticing that her daughter was quite advanced. She was placed into a private school where she would receive the best quality of education possible. Testing and her own achievements meant that she skipped grades. Unfortunately, being younger than the rest of her classmates did not make it easy for Amy to make friends.

Her time outside of school was often spent with a sitter when she was younger, as her mother’s work at the hospital meant she worked long hours, and Amy came to treasure the evenings that her mother was home, and those dinners, though simple, were something that Amy relished, even at a young age.

Despite the fact that Sheila worked long hours, she loved her daughter. On her days off, the two would spend time together, and though it was often trips to museums (though never art), classical concerts or operas, planetariums, or other educational events, Amy simply enjoyed the time with her mother, especially as time with her father became more and more rare.

In sixth grade, students were able to join the school’s orchestra. Remembering a harp concert she had attended with her mother, Amy asked to be allowed to join and learn the harp. In addition to learning the instrument and basic musical theory in the class, she began to take private lessons. Her mother was not surprised that she excelled at the instrument, but for Amy there was something more to it, an affinity, a connection. When she tried her hand at a different instrument, the results were not disastrous, but they were not anything special. Her skill at the harp simply did not translate to other instruments.

Unfortunately, as her classmates approached adolescence, the gulf between them and herself widened. Amy found herself more and more separated from her colleagues, and those few who had befriended her became distant. Finding herself frequently alone, she took refuge in her studies and the harp.

It was also around this time that Jerome stopped visiting all together. At first, she’d receive a card with a sketch and note on a monthly basis, with actual paintings for her birthday and Christmas. Eventually, even that slowed, so that now the annual paintings are her only connection to her father. Despite being abandoned by him, Amy does keep the collection of cards and paintings safe, adding each new painting to it, wrapped in acid-free paper. She does not care that her father is a world renown painter or that his paintings are valuable, they stay stored in a box, and she does not look at them except when she is first putting it in storage.

Entering High School, Amy tried out for the swim and debate teams, hoping that being a part of teams would make it easier for her to make friends. Unfortunately, by becoming a star on both teams, she inadvertently alienated her classmates further, though they appreciated the advantage that she brought to the teams.

Not surprisingly, Amy graduated valedictorian and had been courted by several colleges. However, feeling isolated, she decided to take a couple of years to volunteer and travel. Despite her age, her mother’s consent and strong letters of recommendation, she was able to find a company which would allow her to join.

The fall that she turned 17, being only a year younger than most entering Freshmen, Amy entered Brighton. While her volunteer work had helped her develop a sense of compassion, she was still slow to open up to others.

Now a Junior and med-student, Amy continues to live on campus. She does have some small skill with cooking, and will often use the common kitchen area to make a simple meal or sandwich rather than going to the school cafeteria. She tends to keep to herself, and does not have any close friends, though she does have a few acquaintances on the Swim and Debate teams and in the school orchestra.

Powers:

She does not know of any powers, yet. However, she has noticed that she seems to drink water non-stop and takes at least two showers a day, and when it rains, she finds herself taking more time walking to class or taking study breaks just to sit in the rain. While she is not aware of it, Amy has begun to be able to exert control over water. She never has to worry about taking a cold shower and swimming has become even more effortless for her.

First-person RP Sample:

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I hate to admit this, but there are moments in which I consider giving up. I do not mean doing anything drastic and ending my life, but giving up the quest for perfection. Admittedly, I have had a lot of opportunities that people my age have not, but the price has been higher than I ever expected.

Though, perhaps, all things considered, I should not be particularly surprised by this. After all, even apart from my father, my mother could not manage a successful relationship, and I’m not entirely sure she has more than one or two friends outside of the hospital.

Sometimes it seems like if I allowed myself to get a B, I might get friends.

Honestly, the thought of a B terrifies me.

I’m just scared. Maybe this year can be different.

Third-person RP Sample:

Amy locked the door behind her and headed out to the campus café. She was hoping that relocating to a more public venue would, at the very least, be a start in her being more sociable. As she entered the student commons, she took a deep breath and reminded herself to smile at the people she passed.

She navigated her way to the café, ordered a simple vanilla chai, and then found an empty table. It would barely seat two persons, and once she set up her netbook and books, it would be almost fort like. As she opened her backpack, she bit her lip and then decided instead to only bring out the textbook. There was no need to make it impossible for someone to join her.

As she read the text, she glanced up, looking around at the other people in the café. There were a few other people who were alone, but for the most part, people were there in groups, laughing and talking. Amy sighed softly and glanced at the empty seat across from her. Shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink, she returned her attention to her text.
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Amy Thayer Profile [Aug. 30th, 2010|10:24 pm]
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Player Information

Name/Nickname: Sandy
Age: I’m the grandma of the group. You all know I’m old. Shut up.
Messengers (AIM, YIM, MSN, etc.): AIM: MercurianAmi


Character Information

Name: Amy Thayers
Age: 19
Family: Mother - Sheila Thayers
Home town/country: Boston, MA
Native Language: English
Ethnicity: Caucasian, exact mix unknown
Major/Minor: Pre-Med/Does not have an official minor but takes classes for fun in various areas.
Talents: Amy is a talented musician, primarily the harp, but has quite a singing voice as well. She’s more known for skill at chess and computers. While she denies it, she’s also quite talented with dealing with children.
Played By: Sprague Grayden

Written Description:

Amy’s eyes are probably the most striking part of her face, a deep blue, and though she’ll never admit it, she is too proud of her eyes to wear glasses. Her dark hair is cut to shoulder length and full, and is often pulled back out of her face when she is studying or working. She does not tend to do much with her hair, as the whole point of short hair is for it to be easy to fix.

Her complexion is light, but she can hold a tan, and tends to go from sunburn to suntan rather quickly. She has a swimmer’s body, with muscular arms and a strong torso, though she’s by no means manly, just trim. She is not “well-endowed” but she’s content with her figure, though she does not really think about it much.

Amy is not one to smile a lot, but when she does she looks quite pretty, revealing even, white teeth and lighting up her face.


History:

Amy was raised, mostly, by a single mother. Her mother is a physician, and so she spent a lot of time, as a small child, in nurseries or with babysitters. What time she spent with her mother as a small child was often in educational opportunities, even non-obvious ones often became educational in some fashion or another.

Until she was about six, she spent a few weekends each year with a man that she came to understand was her father. He frequently missed visits or cut them short, so she never really connected to him as a daughter might to a father.

Upon entering school, she was tested and placed in advanced classes. She graduated from High School early, having exceeded at academics, chess, and swimming. She also became quite accomplished at Harp and had trained her voice, though she almost never took solo parts. Instead of heading into college early, she took a year to do some volunteer and immersion work in Romania and then some other volunteer and travel opportunities.

Upon coming to Brighton, Amy still intended to maintain academic excellence, as well as her swimming and music. She had hoped that starting at the same age as her class mates would make fitting in easier, much to her disappointment, it did not.

Now, as she begins her Junior year, she does not have many friends., though she is respected among her fellow students. Her grades have continued to remain high, but she has pulled further into herself, such that she rarely could be found singing or playing the harp outside of her own dorm room.

Powers:

She does not know of any powers, yet. However, she has noticed that she seems to drink water non-stop and takes at least two showers or baths a day.

First-person RP sample:

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I hate to admit this, but there are moments in which I consider giving up. I do not mean doing anything drastic and ending my life, but giving up the quest for perfection. Admittedly, I have had a lot of opportunities that people my age have not, but the price has been higher than I ever expected.

Though, perhaps, all things considered, I should not be particularly surprised by this. After all, even apart from my father, my mother could not manage a successful relationship, and I’m not entirely sure she has more than one or two friends outside of the hospital.

Sometimes it seems like if I allowed myself to get a B, I might get friends.

Honestly, the thought of a B terrifies me.

I’m just scared. Maybe this year can be different.

Third-person RP sample:

Ami locked the door behind her and headed out to the campus café. She was hoping that relocating to a more public venue would, at the very least, be a start in her being more sociable. As she entered the student commons, she took a deep breath and reminded herself to smile at the people she passed.

She navigated her way to the café, ordered a simple vanilla chai, and then found an empty table. It would barely seat two persons, and once she set up her netbook and books, it would be almost fort like. As she opened her backpack, she bit her lip and then decided instead to only bring out the textbook. There was no need to make it impossible for someone to join her.
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