JONES, Mary-May

[lioness]

MARY-MAY JONES
I’m on the corner
Waiting for the light to come on

NICKNAMES: Mary, Mare, Mare-May, Marie (hates the last one)
GENDER: Female
ANIMAL: Persian Cat
SEXUALITY: Closet Homosexual
AGE: 15
GRADE: Freshman
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

What sort of things Mary-May like? Well, first and foremost there’s reading. Mary-May loves to read both fiction and non-fiction, but particularly non-fiction. Her mindset is one of learning by rote; keeping what she’s learned in her head. She’s good at remembering what she’s read or been told, and rarely has need for notes. She’s also pretty logical, able to work out complex problems if given enough time. This makes her fairly good at maths, though she finds it boring and monotonous. Her main interest is in the sciences, particularly biology as she simply loves to learn and have as much knowledge as possible. She’s never done so well in the creative fields; while she can draw or paint reasonably well if she’s copying a picture or a scene in front of her, ask her to draw from her imagination and everything turns out wrong. As for her musical abilities, well, it would be better not to ask her to try.

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

To boil Mary-May down to one word wouldn't be easy, but after much thought it could be done and the answer would be this; serious. She maintains an air of austerity, of watching what goes on around her and only occasionally getting involved. She has no time for fun and games, and being quite an introverted person at heart, her favourite pass-time is reading. She's fairly intelligent with a deep love of learning, and enjoys nothing more than sitting with her head in some manual or historical record, just drinking in the knowledge. This has made for a running joke amongst her few intimates that she's a 'human encyclopaedia' who knows the answer to any factual question you ask of her. Strangely, she does fairly well in a position of authority as she has an authoritive manner combined with a devotion to her duty that usually makes other people willing to respond to her instructions. She's also very patient with a long fuse, and even when that is wearing thin, she's usually sensible enough to remove herself from the situation before she snaps. It could be said that Mary-May acts much older than she is. There’s no real trace of childhood in her behaviour, except for the briefest glimpses of it when she’s given something new and exciting. Other kids often think she’s a bit strange, and she is; preferring the company of books over people is a bit odd, but she doesn’t give out the kind of vulnerable vibe that attracts bullies, and she’s largely left alone.

But for all her cold, hard seriousness, Mary-May is not without heart. She does care about people in a disconnected sort of way, and if she hears that someone is in trouble or unhappy for whatever reason, she will do what she can to help, even if that just consists of informing a teacher. The problem is that she's extremely difficult to get to know. She makes no real effort to engage with people beyond the bland small-talk that society often demands, and is perfectly happy spending long stretches of her time by herself, or with just one or two people for company. In fact, she finds social gatherings terribly tedious, and is quite likely to simply sit listlessly in a corner. However, with enough patience she will learn to trust you, the first sign of which is her delegating some of her roles to you, and then she'll slowly start to appreciate your company and welcome your presence. In this way she has a few very close friends, whom she relies upon for all the human contact she needs. Needless to say, romantically, Melindy is not particularly active. Although she dreams of finding a loving partner to settle down with, she hasn't yet met 'the one', and while she’s still coming to terms with her recently discovered personality, she’s unlikely to make any effort to do so.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

• She hates her aunt
  
• She used to steal books from bookshops when she was young
  
• She’s afraid of water

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OOC

YOUR NAME: Lioness
YOUR GENDER: Female
FACE CLAIM: Isla Fisher
RP EXAMPLE:

“Marie, Marie-May,” Mary-May twisted in her bed, rejecting the voice which sought to pull her from the comfort of sleep. “Lève-toi, C’est un grand jour.” Finally Mary-May consented to open her eyes, taking in the lined visage of Aunty Isabelle’s. She tried to repress a groan, remembering then that today was the day she would be packed off to a boarding school in America, one that would help her to manage her ‘condition’. Her aunt was already bustling out of the room, telling her to get dressed and take her luggage downstairs. For a long moment, the girl lay still, trying to repress the fear that bubbled up inside her, but she knew there was no choice; she would have to get up and go soon; her fate had already been decided.

It was still dark when she finally made her way downstairs, but her aunt was alert and seemingly full of energy. She even spread nutella over her niece’s toast for her, a gesture that could only be born of elation. Mary-May numbly sat down and began to eat as her aunt prattled on in French about how lucky she was to be going to such a good school where she would learn how to stop turning into that thing all the time (Aunty Isabelle was scared of cats) and how she was bound to meet lots of nice friends who were going through the same thing she was and so on. Mary-May concentrated on her breakfast and didn’t answer until finally her aunt turned to look at her with a frown. “Qu’est qu’il se passe ? As-tu peur ?” She asked, jovially What’s the matter, are you scared?”

“Oui, j’ai peur." Mary-May answered quietly, earning herself a scornful look.

By the time Mary-May and her suitcase had been packed up in Aunty Isabelle’s car, light was just starting touch the horizon. Mary-May sat in the passenger seat, watching the Parisian landscape creep past on her way to the airport. Aunty Isabelle dropped her off outside the terminal; she would not be travelling with her niece; she had more important things to do.

“Alors, au ‘revoir, ma petite, tu me manqueras.” She said as she stepped forward to kiss her Mary-May on both cheeks. Mary-May mumbled a wordless response; she thought it highly unlikely that her aunt would miss her at all, considering the way she was practically dancing to be rid of her. At that moment the stewardess who would be responsible for Mary-May, as a minor, until she got off the plane, arrived, and Aunty Isabelle’s smile grew wider. “Sois bien!” She shouted as Mary-May set off quietly with the stewardess, Be good!

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[NOCTURNAL NINI]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, mary-may!
do not forget to stake your claims.