Post by TAMER MARIE JOHNSON on Nov 25, 2011 15:56:46 GMT -5
PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM SHINE ON ME
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
TAMER MARIE JOHNSON| NINETEEN | KINETIC | RESISTOR | AIMEE TEEGARDEN[/center][/size]
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
I’m Tamer Johnson. Yeah, don’t fuckin’ laugh, my mom was smoking crack or something when she named me. Maybe it was all the morphine they gave her or something. She said it’s to, like, tell the world how I’ll tame everyone with how awesome I am, or some shit like that. Oh, yeah, I’m nineteen.
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
My parents and I have lived in the suburbs since I was born. They moved there when Mom was knocked up, and they opened up a bakery. So they took a giant ass risk, right? But I guess the people in town really liked seeing a baby around the bakery, so it brought in a bunch of repeats, so they started bringing in a bunch of people and just kicking ass with the bakery. And now I’m at the Art Institute for culinary; I’m already great at baking and shit because of my parents bringing me in to help, but I don’t know, I just want to take that I already know and really amp it up, and bring it back to my parents, and maybe open up my own bakery some day. So I’m living in the dorms now in the actual city. It’s my second year in school now. I like it just fine, yeah. It’s expensive, and fuckin’ creepers get on me sometimes, but I love living in the city, and it’s close to home.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
Yeah. Like I said, Mom and Dad moved to the area before I was born, so I’ve been visiting the city for years; I would come into the markets to help buy new stuff for the bakery, so I’ve gotten tastes of the city and its culture. I mean, mostly I stay around center city, and Temple’s campus, so I’m not like. You know, the be-all of the city or anything. But I haven’t had too many bad experiences with it. We have a good fanbase, I guess you could call it, back home, so we’ve always been pretty comfortable—sometimes a little more than others, but we’ve never struggled too much, you know? So I’m really lucky that my parents are able to pay for me to go to college—though a lot of the best customers have slipped in some extra money when they go for cupcakes during the week to help out. At first, Mom was kind of awkward about it, you know? But she gave in finally when a bunch of people came in and started dropping off stuff that they collected. I dunno, I guess they just, like. Became a part of the community, my parents. And so did I, by extension. I started working in the bakery when I was fourteen or so? Just doing regular stuff; by the time I was sixteen, I got paid wages, and was working pretty much full time, I guess? I mean, I still went to school and did my homework and all, but you know, whatever. So that’s how I got to college; that’s not like…really how Philly has treated me, but it’s close enough! But since I moved here, I’ve made some really great friends. It’s a real party city, you know? I have like eight hours of classes on Saturdays, yeah, but I get to bring home amazing fucking food that I made, and then I get to hang out with my friends and hear them bitch and moan about their awful college food, and we get drunk, and it’s just great. I love it here. It made me really nervous to be here at first, you know, to have to put my food and my talent and ideas up for people to judge, but I kind of got used to it. I kind of crave it now. I want people to tear apart my food, so that I can fuckin’…make it even better. But I also love hitting Reading Terminal, because they have really amazing shit there; I always go hang out by the Amish girls and get kielbasa from them like every week I’m there. It’s great.
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Um…I don’t know, I guess I’m afraid of not being able to get my bakery. But that’s dumb as hell; I know I’m gonna do it. I’m afraid of big dogs—I have a scar on my lip and my nose here—see?—from where this big huskie, I think, who wasn’t trained for shit. And like, everyone tells me, “Oh, Tamer, big dogs are nicer than little ones, it’s just in their training!” but that’s some bullshit. I mean, yeah, it’s true, but fuck that. No little dog has given me scars, so I don’t know. I’m also fuckin’ scared of giving someone food poisoning or having Gordon Ramsay come to my restaurant and telling me how fucking shit I am. You know he’s Scottish? I spent the longest time thinking he was from, like, London, because he doesn’t fuckin’ sound Scottish at all.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was! No, haha, but, like. I honestly do want to learn what I can about baking and really up the ante in Mom and Dad’s bakery. I think I could really start to get their recipes up to the next level, and maybe make a few gourmet cupcakes and cakes and shit in there that are all my own. But then I want to get my own bakery. I mean, that’s their bakery, you know? And I grew up in it, and I love it, but it’s theirs. So I’d like to be able to give them a part of me if they’ll take it, because I am a part of it, but then I also want to make something that’s all mine, and take some of their recipes if they’ll let me. So we can have each other close by through our food, you know, and still have our own places and our own way of doing stuff. That sounds corny as hell, but I mean it.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Oh, I’m hydrokinetic. There are dragons around? Shit. I mean, like, I kind of knew they existed, but I didn’t know they were actually in the city. But yeah, whatever. But The System? Fuck that. I get that it was, like, a big deal back in the day, but I don’t thing we need that shit now. Like, werewolves can put themselves in cages and shit, and if anyone really wants to get at a dragon, they can get their asses eaten. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t have a problem with my powers, I don’t use them just to dick around or anything, but you better believe I’ll use ‘em if I have to. And I’m not gonna hide that part of me just because some douchebag’s mad he can’t do shit but jack off fifteen times a day, and no one’s fuckin’ impressed by that.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Well, obviously I swear a lot. Lots of people think I’m uneducated or stupid or vulgar because I don’t have a problem calling people stupidass cunts, but they’re shitheads. Like, honestly? I’m in college, I got good grades in high school, I’m doing what I want to and I’m doing it well, so they can fuckin’ suck my cock, you know? I’m driven, and I don’t take shit from nobody, so people think I’m just aggressive and confrontational. But, like, that’s not true. I love people. I think humans are amazing. I just don’t put up with assholes; if someone wants to act like an asshole, I’ll tell them that they’re assholes, you know? I wish they didn’t act that way, but they do. But I’m really fun and friendly to people who aren’t doing dumb shit all the time. I swear a lot, but it’s not out of, like, aggression or wanting to start something. I just like how swear words sound when I talk. But I like to party, and I like hanging out with people, and I’m pretty outgoing. And I guess people sometimes have a problem with it because I’m fat? And I’m just like, yeah, stupidass, I’m a baker. I eat a lot of fatty foods. But I don’t mind being fat! Don’t get me wrong. I might not be really smart or whatever, like…I don’t sit around reading libraries for fun or anything, and I’m not great at essays or anything, but I respect people who can. And I’m happy being able to put something in front of another person that they’ll get to eat, and that will give them an experience.
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
Uh, no, I’m good. Do you know where I can get some food? I’m really hungry.
NAME
Amanda!
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Nastwich on iChat, and I have some other links and things in my profile.
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Ten years or so!
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I also play ROMY BRANNEN and am the admin here! Still a lady.
SAMPLE POST
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
THE LESS I SAY THE MORE MY WORK GETS DONE
TAMER MARIE JOHNSON| NINETEEN | KINETIC | RESISTOR | AIMEE TEEGARDEN[/center][/size]
you enter a dimly lit room where a shadowed figure sits across from you with a thick file in hand. The figure’s face is indistinguishable. a hot cup of coffee made just the way you like is waiting on the table. the figure beckons for you to sit. you do. finally the figure across from you speaks.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
I’m Tamer Johnson. Yeah, don’t fuckin’ laugh, my mom was smoking crack or something when she named me. Maybe it was all the morphine they gave her or something. She said it’s to, like, tell the world how I’ll tame everyone with how awesome I am, or some shit like that. Oh, yeah, I’m nineteen.
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
My parents and I have lived in the suburbs since I was born. They moved there when Mom was knocked up, and they opened up a bakery. So they took a giant ass risk, right? But I guess the people in town really liked seeing a baby around the bakery, so it brought in a bunch of repeats, so they started bringing in a bunch of people and just kicking ass with the bakery. And now I’m at the Art Institute for culinary; I’m already great at baking and shit because of my parents bringing me in to help, but I don’t know, I just want to take that I already know and really amp it up, and bring it back to my parents, and maybe open up my own bakery some day. So I’m living in the dorms now in the actual city. It’s my second year in school now. I like it just fine, yeah. It’s expensive, and fuckin’ creepers get on me sometimes, but I love living in the city, and it’s close to home.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
Yeah. Like I said, Mom and Dad moved to the area before I was born, so I’ve been visiting the city for years; I would come into the markets to help buy new stuff for the bakery, so I’ve gotten tastes of the city and its culture. I mean, mostly I stay around center city, and Temple’s campus, so I’m not like. You know, the be-all of the city or anything. But I haven’t had too many bad experiences with it. We have a good fanbase, I guess you could call it, back home, so we’ve always been pretty comfortable—sometimes a little more than others, but we’ve never struggled too much, you know? So I’m really lucky that my parents are able to pay for me to go to college—though a lot of the best customers have slipped in some extra money when they go for cupcakes during the week to help out. At first, Mom was kind of awkward about it, you know? But she gave in finally when a bunch of people came in and started dropping off stuff that they collected. I dunno, I guess they just, like. Became a part of the community, my parents. And so did I, by extension. I started working in the bakery when I was fourteen or so? Just doing regular stuff; by the time I was sixteen, I got paid wages, and was working pretty much full time, I guess? I mean, I still went to school and did my homework and all, but you know, whatever. So that’s how I got to college; that’s not like…really how Philly has treated me, but it’s close enough! But since I moved here, I’ve made some really great friends. It’s a real party city, you know? I have like eight hours of classes on Saturdays, yeah, but I get to bring home amazing fucking food that I made, and then I get to hang out with my friends and hear them bitch and moan about their awful college food, and we get drunk, and it’s just great. I love it here. It made me really nervous to be here at first, you know, to have to put my food and my talent and ideas up for people to judge, but I kind of got used to it. I kind of crave it now. I want people to tear apart my food, so that I can fuckin’…make it even better. But I also love hitting Reading Terminal, because they have really amazing shit there; I always go hang out by the Amish girls and get kielbasa from them like every week I’m there. It’s great.
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Um…I don’t know, I guess I’m afraid of not being able to get my bakery. But that’s dumb as hell; I know I’m gonna do it. I’m afraid of big dogs—I have a scar on my lip and my nose here—see?—from where this big huskie, I think, who wasn’t trained for shit. And like, everyone tells me, “Oh, Tamer, big dogs are nicer than little ones, it’s just in their training!” but that’s some bullshit. I mean, yeah, it’s true, but fuck that. No little dog has given me scars, so I don’t know. I’m also fuckin’ scared of giving someone food poisoning or having Gordon Ramsay come to my restaurant and telling me how fucking shit I am. You know he’s Scottish? I spent the longest time thinking he was from, like, London, because he doesn’t fuckin’ sound Scottish at all.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was! No, haha, but, like. I honestly do want to learn what I can about baking and really up the ante in Mom and Dad’s bakery. I think I could really start to get their recipes up to the next level, and maybe make a few gourmet cupcakes and cakes and shit in there that are all my own. But then I want to get my own bakery. I mean, that’s their bakery, you know? And I grew up in it, and I love it, but it’s theirs. So I’d like to be able to give them a part of me if they’ll take it, because I am a part of it, but then I also want to make something that’s all mine, and take some of their recipes if they’ll let me. So we can have each other close by through our food, you know, and still have our own places and our own way of doing stuff. That sounds corny as hell, but I mean it.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Oh, I’m hydrokinetic. There are dragons around? Shit. I mean, like, I kind of knew they existed, but I didn’t know they were actually in the city. But yeah, whatever. But The System? Fuck that. I get that it was, like, a big deal back in the day, but I don’t thing we need that shit now. Like, werewolves can put themselves in cages and shit, and if anyone really wants to get at a dragon, they can get their asses eaten. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t have a problem with my powers, I don’t use them just to dick around or anything, but you better believe I’ll use ‘em if I have to. And I’m not gonna hide that part of me just because some douchebag’s mad he can’t do shit but jack off fifteen times a day, and no one’s fuckin’ impressed by that.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Well, obviously I swear a lot. Lots of people think I’m uneducated or stupid or vulgar because I don’t have a problem calling people stupidass cunts, but they’re shitheads. Like, honestly? I’m in college, I got good grades in high school, I’m doing what I want to and I’m doing it well, so they can fuckin’ suck my cock, you know? I’m driven, and I don’t take shit from nobody, so people think I’m just aggressive and confrontational. But, like, that’s not true. I love people. I think humans are amazing. I just don’t put up with assholes; if someone wants to act like an asshole, I’ll tell them that they’re assholes, you know? I wish they didn’t act that way, but they do. But I’m really fun and friendly to people who aren’t doing dumb shit all the time. I swear a lot, but it’s not out of, like, aggression or wanting to start something. I just like how swear words sound when I talk. But I like to party, and I like hanging out with people, and I’m pretty outgoing. And I guess people sometimes have a problem with it because I’m fat? And I’m just like, yeah, stupidass, I’m a baker. I eat a lot of fatty foods. But I don’t mind being fat! Don’t get me wrong. I might not be really smart or whatever, like…I don’t sit around reading libraries for fun or anything, and I’m not great at essays or anything, but I respect people who can. And I’m happy being able to put something in front of another person that they’ll get to eat, and that will give them an experience.
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
Uh, no, I’m good. Do you know where I can get some food? I’m really hungry.
FREEDOM SUBMISSION PLAYER PAGE
NAME
Amanda!
CONTACT INFO
Nastwich on iChat, and I have some other links and things in my profile.
EXPERIENCE
Ten years or so!
ADDITIONAL INFO
I also play ROMY BRANNEN and am the admin here! Still a lady.
SAMPLE POST
There really was nothing better than this honey-almond cream cheese. It was low fat, and slathered all over a perfectly toasted bagel. That was just how The Flying Carpet did things, and why Romy loved it beyond measure. She was sitting at the large antique table in the middle of the layout, away from the bar, with her copy of The Illiad marked up with highlighers, notes in the margins, and tabs marking up pages with important passages. Also spread before her was a notebook with outlines of an essay for her Intellectual Heritage course, covering the topic of heroism. It was fitting, really. But those things had taken the back seat to her mixture of pomegranate juice and the smoothest vodka she had ever tasted. It had a little citrusy burst, and was absolutely delicious, despite it being only four-thirty in the afternoon.
That and her bagel.
She was sipping slowly, enjoying her drink for the taste more than the effect, and nibbling at the bagel. There was a lot going through her head--dates for photoshoots, phone numbers that she needed to call to book more shoots to pay the bills and set up heating in the textile mill, comparisons and conclusions to include in her essay, other readings that she had to get done before the next day's classes, and how to budget her time with a night of patrolling center city planned. But she knew that she had to put her schoolwork first, so perhaps she could cancel that, and send Trinity out by herself. She could care for herself. But was that fair? Well, why not? She had to complete school and get photoshoots where she didn't look like death on legs to make money to keep the roof over their heads, so why not? Still, it didn't sit right with her.
But this bagel did. So entranced by the bagel was she, that she didn't even take notice to the comings and goings of others. Pen in her left hand, she scribbled down in her graceful handwriting a passage about Ajax and Hector that was sure to win points in the explanation of heroes in the Greeks' minds. She liked to think that she and Trinity did it better, though. The metahuman pulled her scarf more closely around her neck and recrossed her legs, lengthened further by knee-high boots and dark skinny jeans. The heat in here was divine after the bone-chilling tundra of the mill. She thought she'd never leave.
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
