Post by Anna Maria Capello on Mar 9, 2010 20:55:40 GMT -5
this application is finished
Anna Maria Capello
* tell us a little about yourself.…right. Well, let’s start with the easy bits, yes? I will only tell you my name once and it’s Anna Maria and it’s the dumbest fucking name that a set of parents could give to their kids. Seriously, it’s disgusting. So I go by Am, short and sweet. Two adjectives that could not be placed against me otherwise, ha. I am neither short nor sweet, oddly enough. Tall jackass would be more appropriate. I am twenty-one, legal to the motherfucking core now I might add. My birthday is… in August. The thirteenth; I might be the only person in the goddamn country who forgets their own birthday. But hey, that’s why I have my brother. Occupation… yeah well we’ll say right now I’m living on the lovely income of Mommy and Daddy. S’why I’m in this little shit town when I could be back in New York. But no, I got myself expelled from school and with nowhere else to go, here I come dragging my sorry ass back to mommy and daddy’s warm welcoming arms. More like their disappointed rolling eyes and sighs at the failure of their one and only daughter. Whatever, I won’t be here for long if I can help it. I should just go back to New York and figure some shit out there but… ugh, I’m such a dumbass. Moving on. Oh yeah and I resemble the fabulous Freja Beha. She’s a fox.
* what are some of your positive traits?Could we possible carry right on to the bad? I’m better with the bad. No? Fine then, you jerk. In the positive… you could say that when I see something that I want, I go and get it. Hands down, pussy to the wood. It’s in my sights and it’s fucking mine. Determination, as it were known more subtly and with fewer swearwords, fine by me. The unfortunate thing is that most of the time I can’t make up my mind about what I want so there are only short bursts of my headstrong motivation to go after what I want. It’s mighty unkind of my brain, I think. Strange as it is, strange to me anyway when I think about it: I totally enjoy the collaborative process. Of course some people can be complete dicks about it but when you get just the right group of people together, like my brother and I, we can make fucking magic, y’know? The whole bitchy domineering thing goes away and the work gets done; fine, go ahead and say that I can be… nice, ick, when the situation calls for it. Another, another, give me a minute here, dude. Oh shit, how could I forget my own mind-blowing cleverness? That’s just the ghetto word for being smart, but I’m a step down from that. Street smarts more like, and I’m quick with my words. Good thing, the filter between my mind and my tongue is very thin.
* what are some things that you can improve on?Oh goodie, the negative. Isn’t that such a delicious word? I adore it. They need not be improved. First and foremost, I love to make a mess of things. Tricking people and playing the mischievous character brightens my day like the sunshine on a bad day. It has undoubtedly caused some mishaps over the years, such as the most recent development that led to my education at NYU being terminated for the rest of time. I can’t say that my behavior was entirely ethical but it was fun while it lasted. Regret is too large of a thing to hold onto. People might also call me selfish but that’s just because they care too much about what’s going on with other people when they should mind their own fucking business. I don’t go around snooping where I don’t belong…. Okay, actually that’s bullshit. I go everywhere I can and gossip is my friend. Bashing people is the second language I learned after English. Come on, isn’t that true for most kids? I’ll pretend you said yes to that. So curiosity killed the cat; I doubt that it’ll kill me in the end. I want a better way to go out, something that’ll get my name in the fucking paper. Hell fucking yes, man.
* what's your biggest secret? we won't tell.Hmm… my parents only know the half of my devious nature and experiences so I could choose a secret from that dense pool of wonders. Such as the fact that I steal from their collection of emergency cash whenever I can; it’s not like they ever use any of it. That’s why it’s always been full. I’ll repay it eventually and they’ll never know a thing.
* what does your heart want?My heart wants a fucking tuna sandwich. I don’t know, I don’t think much about love. I think in terms of what I like and whatever catches my eye, boy or girl, human or otherwise. Okay that last bit sounded bad but y’know… I like the girls because they’re gorgeous but they can be bitchy. And guys have the obvious added appendages but they can be so, just, guy-ish. Relationships never last long for me so I don’t have to worry about it. In terms of turn-ons, I like the pretty people, someone nice to look at. As much of a trickster as I am is also a must, but that’s an all-around thing, friends and fuckbuddies alike. Though, they are synonymous more often than is probably normal for other people. Someone who can finish my sentences might be able to steal my heart, as stated so dramatically. But only my brother has been able to do that so them’s some mighty shoes to fill, mind you. Turn-offs… big beefy guys and pipsqueak stick figures men, girls who wear too much makeup and don’t conceal all of their skin as they should. Classy, I know, I have my moments. I can’t stand somebody telling me the rules all the time, like a parent following me around. That freedom is necessary. Don’t try to stifle me, I’ll jam my foot up your ass.
* what do you do in your spare time?I like to wander. I like to walk around, see what I find when I do. It was a whole lot easier in the city where there was always a new place that I hadn’t been before, and when I always had someone to drag along. This little place might as well be on the opposite side of the world. Still though, it’s new and I’ll get a new crop of sneaking around in the nooks and crannies. Pulling pranks is another hobby, making a mess whether to serve a purpose or not. And it is possible to produce a result with a mess; it’s called art. Paint is my friend, oh yes indeed it is.
* so what does your family life look like?Fuck my parents, let’s just talk about my brother, the greatest little asswipe to ever walk the streets of the world. He’s my better half, the yin to my yang. Though we are pretty much the same person separated into opposing genders and bodies; we’ve always been that way, from birth to childhood to school and now to the different paths that we’ve been down. Growing up together, we were the most obnoxious little liars around, let me tell you now. Our parents always got these calls from our school talking about all this shit that we would pull and at the beginning they were always so surprised, because, at home, we were the perfect little twins. We smiled and spoke politely to all of our relatives. That lasted for a good few years as we were getting older but they caught on after a while, and then we just got worse. I have no idea how we ended up on the other side of the spectrum from them. They were the good couple of upper class New York City, settled in after traveling and whatnot, and we were the equation balancing itself, ruining their good name. Besides me and my brother and my parents, we can add the lovely eccentric great aunt Sarah. She used to look after Sid and me when we were little. She was such a bitch all the time but it was like she didn’t even notice. That lady rocked it out.
* what are the memorable moments in your life?When I was… I don’t know, really little, our family moved from Thailand to New York City. My dad was stationed there for his job or whatever and he had to stay until he was able to leave and then the company moved him again. I don’t remember a whole lot of the flight and everything but I remember being that new kid, who had this strange accent that sounded Asian while I was this white little girl. So I got laughed at a lot before kids learned that I’d get them back for it, me and Sid would. And then things quieted down and the two of us found a niche in the huge city. We lived there for years until my parents wanted to retire and move away to a softer kind of environment, little town in the middle of nowhere. New York was always the best place in the fucking world, why they wanted to leave it was a concept I never tried to grasp.
Okay so when Sid and I were like ten we were at Aunt Sarah’s place with some obscure cousin. Our parents were all going on trips and shit and they dumped us off in that moth-eaten old lady place; she didn’t have anything to play with, no toys, no fucking computer, no nothing. So we got to tearing the place apart while our cousin sat there mortified. Her face was priceless the whole time. Then, y’know, she hopped to telling us to stop and even tried but we were like a hurricane going through there. Aunt Sarah walks in and Sid and I are angels while this chick’s sitting there with this look on her face that just automatically made Sarah think that she was guilty. It was insane and I look back on that day so fondly, the way that the old bat wailed on that poor girl. God, that that shit should happen everyday.
The most recent development to my oh-so-illuminating life journey is my recent expulsion from college. It wasn’t one thing that put the icing on the cake, more like a hundred little flowers on the cake and then one giant one in the middle. See, I conned my way through all my classes for like three years, getting out of assignments or getting people to do them for me, getting my brother to fill out the stuff that he knew while I did his. I went around smoking and dicking around, getting told off by professors I didn’t know. And then I lit one of the chemistry labs on fire, on a whim and maybe a drunken dare, and my ass was out on the street. No refund of my tuition for the semester, no pass go, no collecting of the two hundred dollars. Back to mom and dad with a big L on my forehead. Fuckin’ A…
* so we've heard that you're a lot like disney character goes here
name: The initials of her name and her nickname shorten to Am, one of the cats: Si and Am. The surname means 'trickster'.
play by: Freja Beha has a pointed catlike face, and there is an air of devilish behavior in a lot of her pictures.
positive traits: The character has few good traits so I spun the bad into good, kind of bridging that gap.
negative traits: The Siamese cats are curious and mischievous and destructive, and those words describe Am wonderfully.
orientation: It's never stated; I see the cats as genderless so I just made Am bi, kind of shrugging off her orientation as trivial.
turn ons: Someone to reek havoc with her, a team of devils.
turn offs: Quite the opposite of that, the cats don't like being told no or being punished. It's a rough translation but there is so little to go on; I elaborated.
spare time: Making messes and wandering around when she hasn't the right to? Sing a song and that's right out of the film.
family life: The most important to her is her brother, since they are collectively the character, one in the same. And then there's Aunt Sarah. I couldn't leave her out.
memorable moments: The one that needed to be there was the mess with Lady, interpreted into her history. The other stuff was made up to go along with her personality and got her where she is now.this application was written by ash, who also plays omgmyself o.o".
