Fala walked into the room. It seemed peaceful enough, but she was on high ends today. She hadn't had her daily fix of smack just yet and was a bit distraught. Either way, she sat down on the chair, her knees close together and her hands resting on her thighs. She raised an eyebrow when the interviewer finally commenced the questioning. Why am I even doing this..? she thought for a brief moment as she took a sip of tea as the woman began.
The Interviewer asks:
Tell me about yourself.
Fala wiped some of her long bleached blonde hair away from her right eye and spoke up, answering the woman. "Well, I'm a girl," she stated plainly. Thinking to herself for a second, she continued "obviously. I'm seventeen right now. The name's Fala Pagely! However, call me Crow. I'm a former band lead singer. I broke away from those losers though.." Fala trailed off, her tone becoming dark.
"Anyways," she resumed "I was in a band, yes, had always wanted to be as a child. But then it happened.. And. Well..." Fala stopped talking. She took another sip of the tea before once again continuing on.
"Well, I like smoking and smack. I've always been one to be known as an idiot. Not common sense-wise, more intellectually. I may be in the tenth grade, however the teachers are always complaining about my seventh grade level IQ, or whatever. Like I care." Fala shook her head, finishing up her cup of tea. She stared down at the tea glass before grabbing a napkin on the table and ripping a large portion off, putting the piece into her mouth and eating it.
"I guess people think I'm a bit off too," she told the interviewer with a full mouth "like people can't get over my eating habits, drug habits, and just habits of life. But f*ck them right? Psh people also always go on about the times I laugh. They say I laugh at inappropriate times! How the hell was I supposed to know that laughing at my grandmother's wake up at her body that I shouldn't have burst out laughing at the way they positioned her hands and then the way the people spoke about her? Huh?" Fala laughed to herself and swallowed the napkin piece, lowering her eyes at the thought of her laughing disgracefully during the funeral and wake. A frown crossed her face, knowing she'd well laughed on purpose. Knowing she just needed something to laugh about, no matter the circumstances.
"Next question?" she demanded not wanting to waste any time.
What is your preferred genre/type of music and why?
Fala smiled at this question. It was as if this question were meant for her.
"I personally prefer heavy metal, rock 'n roll, screamo, and some alternative rock" she counted off on her fingers. She sat there silently before realizing she hadn't finished answering the woman's question.
"Oh hey sorry! Right why I like that kind of music! Well, for one I sing--sang-- heavy metal and screamo. For another those kinds of songs get to me. You know how a song can seem like it's the only thing that understands you and the way you are? Well those songs just get to me like that." Fala paused looking back at the interviewer.
"Ah, never mind what am I saying? You wouldn't understand. Go on with the questions..."
Do you cook? What's your favorite food? (If you don't eat... traditional foods, then what do you eat?)
Fala let out an overly obnoxious laugh, basically a loud fake one at that. "Well if you just paid attention I finished eating the napkin!" Fala pointed out as she shoved the remaining napkin that lay on the table into her mouth. She grimaced at the dryness and let out a hoarse cough.
"Ah, a bit dry!" She complained pouring herself more tea.
"Back on track though, I don't really cook too much. It's a waste of money. I'd much prefer just going out into the courtyard at my apartment complex and eating the flowers. Grass is alright. And I have resorted to eating some of my furniture too. Hell, who wants to waste money on food right? Bad enough I'm wasting it all on cigs and smack!" Fala laughed once again. She drank up the tea in her cup again and went on to answering her question again.
"Well, I do eat the cigarette butts! They do cause some pain later on, but nothing that's gotten me in the hospital...Errr.. Well that's gotten me to the ICU or ER, that is!" Fala cackled to herself falsely. She took a bite out of her tea cup, cutting her upper lip in the process, but chomped down and swallowed the glass pieces.
"See I read somewhere that what I can do is called Matter Consumption or other. It's like I can eat anything without recoil. Load of bullcrap that is. I read that and proceeded to eat some stuff I probably shouldn't have and ended up sick for two weeks. Ha! Can you believe it?" Fala paused to see if the interviewer was going to respond, however Fala didn't give her any time to "No? Well whatever. Next!!"
If you had a spirit animal, what would it be? Or, if you actually have a spirit animal, tell me about it.
Fala curiously leaned her chair backwards, sucking on her upper lip where it'd been sliced. She smacked her lips before answering.
"Spirit animal? Probably a shark!" She exclaimed ferociously. Well, as ferociously as a thin, sickly appearing teenager could.
"I'm, serious though, those things take bites out of all sorts of stuff and just keep swimming!" Fala took a short moment to think over her answer. Maybe a shark had been an incorrect animal. Fala shrugged.
"Whatever, I think so anyways. Next please!"
If you could go back in time and change anything, would you? (If yes) What would you change?
Fala rolled her eyes at the next question and tipped her chair back further. So much so that she stumbled backwards and fell off the chair. She let out a yell when it happened and she pulled herself off that floor as best as she could. She saw the woman begin to move, but Fala waved her arm in dismissal at her. After getting back up on the chair, Fala crossed her arms over her chest, concealing the fact she was so shaky at the time.
"I might... have changed bleaching my hair," Fala pulled a few locks of her hair lightly, remembering the originally black color, "and have never started that stupid band! It's their idiotic fault! I wouldn't be like this if it weren't for them!" Fala's voice rose angrily, thinking back to when she'd been in her band. Sure they'd been big hits, but they were basically one hit wonders. With only two albums out, no one would remember their existence. Sure people would occasionally recognize Fala and approach her, but that'd only earn them a good yelling or even a punch to the face. Sometimes Fala's reactions to eager fans had gotten her into some deep trouble, but she came out alive...barely.
"I hate those bastards. Screw 'em. I hope they burn in hell for all they've done to me. Continue.." Fala lowered her head.
Would you say that you have a good relationship with your parents/guardian/creator? (Why or why not?)
Fala glanced back up at the kind woman before her once again. She'd been so tolerable with this interview. Fala vaguely wondered if any of the other interviewees had been so annoying as herself. Or as obnoxious and angry about things.
"My parents, hmm?" Fala spoke. "Well, they do care for me. I mean they've never hit me, really. But considering I'm an only child that explains a lot too. Well, not really. They never had time for me as a kid. They mainly left me with babysitters and such. They do love me, but I think they dislike me at the same time. Laughing at grandmother's wake and funeral. Failing grades. Dropping out and going into a band. Ha. I haven't been home in years." Fala bit into the teacup again, earning her several more cuts.
"Well miss, I hope you enjoyed this interview, because I didn't. Have a good one. Don't get addicted to stuff like me either. You seem more likely to have a better future than myself. Probably working for some big wig at a famous company or something fancy. You'll probably find me working at a fast food restaurant. If you visit them, which I doubt. So, later." Fala stood up uneasily and turned away from the woman.
"Until next time, though I doubt it..." Fala shook her head, fixing her deep pink, mid-waist over jacket and then sticking her hands into her pitch black leather skinny jeans. Her heeled boots clicked against the floor as she left the peaceful sanctuary.
The interviewer sat back finishing up the notes for this interview. Odd people I've seen today... However, each one very different and unique in their own way. Odd yet unique... she thought sorting through the other various people who'd come for the interview. She cleaned up the half eaten tea cup and replaced it with a new, clean one. She filled it with fresh tea and awaited her next interviewee.
Wow, that sure did take a long time! I could feel my hours wasting away! Haha however I really do love these things! This one seemed good or my character Fala! Ciao my good people! Till the next one!
