KENNEDY, EVELYN AUTUMN
Mar 25, 2015 14:34:53 GMT -5
Post by EVELYN AUTUMN KENNEDY on Mar 25, 2015 14:34:53 GMT -5
and when you kiss me, i'm happy enough to die.
25 | HETEROSEXUAL | ENGAGED | GRAD STUDENT | COLLEGE STUDENT | EMILIA CLARKE
Evelyn A. Kennedy,
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wow, are you my ...i completely lost track of time! well please sit sit, let me just move this stuff out of the way. okay, let's get started. tell me a little bit about yourself. Evie sidles shame-facedly through the slightly open door, her teeth sunk uncertainly into her bottom lip and eyes already wide and earnest even before she sucks in a breath and begins apologising. "Oh wow, I am so sorry. I fell asleep on the subway and missed my stop and I was just going round and round and round in circles and no one even woke me up and then I did wake up and I am so sorry, I have never been this late to anything before, wow -" She stops herself with a quick shake of her head, and inadvertently gives the interviewer a chance to speak. At her words, Evie immediately brightens. She doesn't seem mad. Lost track of time, even! That's good. Evie has found one of her people: the absent-minded, the scatterbrained. She'll understand. "I'm so sorry! I'll just... sit anywhere, yeah?" Evie picks the chair from the corner, the one with a kind of sun-faded psychadelic pattern on the seat, and drags it over to the desk, then plonks herself unceremoniously down, sitting firmly on her hands so that she can't fidget and leaning earnestly forward to resume the conversation. The result is rather childlike and bizarre: from the idiosyncratic chair selection process to her strange posture. She's like a particularly effervescent toddler. "Okay! I'm Evelyn Kennedy. My... everyone calls me Evie. Except my mother. She calls me Evelyn. And she makes this face - this one -" She purses her lips as though she's just sucked a lemon. "- whenever she hears anyone call me Evie. I'm twenty five-ish aaaand... a full time student. I'm studying to be a dentist. Which is..." She nods half-heartedly down at herself. She has come directly from school, and so wears a soiled labcoat open over her usual mishmash of bright colours and clashing patterns. "I mean, this isn't a fashion statement. We were doing practicals today! I had my whole hand in a someone's face!" She rocks back on her hands, beaming.that's a lot of information. so tell me, where are you from? "I know, sorry! I talk too much. Everyone's always telling me I talk too much. Just like... stop me. You can stop me and I totally won't be offended." She gushes, before belatedly registering that another question's been asked. "Oh, right, yeah! I'm from Brunswick. It's in Maine. It's pretty nice if you like small towns, which I do... but maybe not so nice if you like big cities, which luckily I also do!"ahh fascinating ! well i'm from here, born and raised, never left. so many people that i know and love here, just couldn't leave them ! what about you? anyone you care dearly for here? "Oh Gosh, yes, of course!" She says, blinking in a slightly bewildered manner. It's as if she can't fathom the fact that there could be anyone who was not surrounded by the people they cared dearly for. Why would you be somewhere if there was no one there that you loved? Clearly, that would mean you were just in the wrong place. "My fiance, for a start." The engagement is so new and Evie so excited that she can't resist freeing her left hand from under her thigh and flashing her ring in the interviewer's direction. She's been trying very, very hard to not show it off, but she can't help it. It's so pretty, and she's so excited, and it just means so many things and she wants everyone to know and rejoice. "His name is Giovanni. He's the best. I love him super dearly. He's my favourite. But like, there's also my roommate. We lived together in college. And then in grad school. We still live together. And we have cats. I like cats. Our cats. Not all cats. No, all cats, I like. Ummm... and my friends. I have lots of friends. And... I just..." She shrugs helplessly, as if she can't possibly express how much she loves the people she's mentioned. And probably all the people she forgot to mention as well.quite a list. must mean you have a juicy past,let's hear a little bit about it. She laughs abruptly, not really at anything specific, just... well, perhaps it's awkward laughter. There is the occasional thing in her past that Evie wouldn't want to come out with straight away to a total stranger, but... well, fine. She'll give it a try. "I don't know about juicy but I'll try and embellish it as much as I can so you don't fall asleep. Ummm... I was born in Maine, like I said. My parents are pretty nice. Painfully middle class, if you know what I mean." What she actually means is upper middle class, but no matter. She means slightly WASP-y parents. White ango-saxon protestants. Her father, retired, used to work in finance, much older than her mother. Her mother, high strung, domestic, housewife, never had to work a day in her life. Lovely people in their way. Just the kind of people who don't necessarily know so much about anything outside of their white upper middle class bubble. "They had me, and then when I was eight, they had my sister. Savannah. Bit of an age gap. I think she was a surprise! You know, not that we talked about such things." She purses her lips in that lemon sucking way again, a fairly exact impression of her mother. Evie has yet to realise that she pulls this exact face whenever she's displeased about something. She'd probably be mortified if she knew she was becoming her mother. She purses her lips again, but this time just to whistle tunelessly while she thinks of what to say next. "Pretty standard childhood! No tragedy or anything. No physical or emotional scars. So boring, I know. Well adjusted kid, did pretty well in high school, bit of a geek, cheer captain, mock UN, got into a good college and moved to New York!" She ticks off these things on her finger like she is moving through some standard checklist of extra curriculars and life events. She is being vague, not because she is trying to be intentionally elusive, but just because she's talks so fast it's something difficult to get detail in. In truth, 'pretty well' is an understatement. Evie did excellently in school. Or she probably wouldn't have gotten into NYU, nor would she be studying for her MD. She also skips over the tension that erupted in her household about her choice of colleges. Her mother was rather set on the idea of her staying in Brunswick and going to the local college there. She has always tried to clip Evie's wings, but it's out of worry rather than malice. She has always seen Evie's scatterbrained side and thought her too stupid to take care of herself. She loves her mother though, and she feels like she's badmouthed her enough, so she doesn't bring this up. "Had a little bit of a bump in the road sophomore year. Kind of got into a toxic relationship." She grimaces. The interviewer gives a sympathetic grimace in return, but Evie keeps going, glancing absently at the ceiling as though trying to recall something she barely remembers. "Oh, and got pregnant. Then had an abortion. Then I got an infection, which is really weird, because I totally went to like a reputable abortion clinic rather than like some guy up a back alley with a coat hanger, and then that infection like fucked up my insides? And now I couldn't get pregnant even if I wanted to. But like that's okay, because I'm not even sure I want a baby. I mean, maybe. I haven't really thought about it. But like there's loads of kids in the world so I could just adopt one." She gives a dismissive wave of her hand, as if the problem is solved, when in actual fact this period in her life was much more distressing than her casual delivery would suggest. "Oh, and then things got better, because then I met Gio and we started dating. And college went awesome and then I graduated. And then I started grad school and Gio asked me to marry him. And then I'm going to be a dentist and married, and I'm pretty happy with all that because it's going to be awesome. You know?" She looks back at the interviewer, beaming. Yes, it's going to be awesome. Evie has had the occasional rough patch, but everything has fallen back into place now, and she's so happy with it. With her life. She can see no reason now why she shouldn't be happy for the rest of her days.you just get more and more interesting. is that a word that someone would describe you as? no? then what is something that people would say you are. "Um... yeah, I think I've got interesting a couple of times, but more like... because people are too polite to call me weird or annoying. So it's all 'Evie, you're just so... interesting.' You know." She is pretty sure the interviewer just did that herself. Threw in an interesting because she was being overbearing or something. This is something Evie is always trying to watch - trying to tone herself down so she doesn't overwhelm people, but she's not very good at it. She just gets too excited to be careful. "I get a lot of adjectives. I'm... you know, I'm outgoing. Friendly. Chatty. Talkative. Loquacious! That's my favourite synonym, but I mean, everyone's just saying the same damn thing right? Just 'shut your mouth, Evie'." She laughs, rocking forward slightly in her chair. "I get it. I do talk a lot and roughly half of what I say is just unnecessary or bullshit. Okay, more than half. Sometimes I narrate my own existence if it's too quiet. I can't stand quiet. I just need to hear something. I need something to be going on or I go crazy. Arguably I'm already there. I get that a lot too. Crazy, or you know, just weird. Quirky? Let's go with quirky. It makes me sound cute." She goes deliberately cross-eyed, poking the tip of her tongue out between her teeth, and then laughs again. At least she finds herself amusing. She pauses a moment after this though, letting the silence drag for a brief handful of second as if just to prove that she can let a moment of quiet go without trying to fill it, and then sucks in a deep breath and launches back in at full speed. "Um, I get nosy, too. I always like to know what's going on, and I'm always butting into people's business. I can't help it! I'm curious. And like benevolent. Am I allowed to say that about myself? I think so. I'm not saying I'm a saint or whatever, because I'm definitely not, but like I'm not nosy just for the sake of being nosy, you know? I'm like trying to help and stuff. I like to look after people. That's why I want to get in everyone's business, so I can sort it out and help them and make everyone happy. I just want to mother everyone and henpeck them and give them cuddles." She hesitates to take a breath, and also to hug herself as if to illustrate her point. "My mom says I need to knock that off, though, and learn how to look after myself first. She thinks I'm stupid. Sometimes she slips up and calls me that by accident, but most of the time she sticks to euphemisms. Like 'Oh, Evelyn, you're so scatterbrained'. Even my dad, I mean, he says I'd be dangerous if I had a brain. They don't mean anything by it. It's just because I'm all over the place and I forget things sometimes and I don't know if I'm coming or going and I can never find anything once I put it down and I'm just... kind of absent-minded I guess? So yeah, stupid is something I get a lot too."do you agree with what people say about you? Evie wrinkles her nose as if not sure how to go about answering that question. The last thing she said she got called was stupid, which is something she wants to refute. Evie isn't dumb. Just because she's happy and cheerful and a little bit erratic does not make her an idiot. Surely her level of education should speak for that, but most people don't really take that into consideration it seems. They just take her at face value, judge her by her demeanour. But this seems like complaining, and she's not about complaining, so instead she just grins. "Yeah-huh. Sure. I mean, they would know, right? Like I am not the best judge of character at all. I'm actually the worst. So let's just take everyone else's word for it."well i still think you have a certain something, not really sure what that is but i bet your boyfriend/girlfriend knows or are you still on the market? Evie shifts to one side to lift her left hand again, flashing her engagement ring once more with a joyful flourish. "Engaged, remember? My fiance. Gio. He's awesome. Pretty sure I told you. He's so great. I wish everyone knew how great he was. I'm so happy." She trails off, actually going silent for a moment and just grinning vaguely at the ring on her finger. Her happiness at spending the rest of her life with the man she loves more than anything is just about the only thing powerful enough to render her even temporarily speechless. But of course, it hasn't always been that easy. There was that toxic relationship in her sophomore year that she doesn't really want to think about. She was glad to see the back of him when he went off to some fancy Ivy League med school after graduation. And there have been other boys, but only in a casual capacity. Drunk gropes and dark fumbles and no strong emotions involved either way. It wasn't until she met Gio that she really sort of figured out how strongly she could feel about someone else.shit, time flies. my next appointment will be here in a few minutes. it was a pleasure to meet you! "Oh!" Evie shoots up abruptly, not wanting to think that she's eating into someone else's interview time. It probably would have been something of a longer chat if she hadn't fallen asleep on the train and shown up so late. Oops. "Sure, great! It was a blast. Let's talk more about you next time." She laughs, straightens her creased lab coat with a vague little twitch and then heads to the door with a little skip in her step. Time to get back down to the subway and maybe finish that nap before she has to get to her next class... |
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