Student Application: Marisa Kirisame
Fandom Student Application
PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name/Nickname: Sin
Age: 31
AIM/E-mail/Contact: NinjaSin@gmail.com, maragidyne (AIM)
Personal LJ: kanara
Characters Played: n/a
FANDOM CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Name: Marisa Kirisame
Canon: Touhou Project
Canon Reference: http://touhou.wikia.com/wiki/Marisa_Kirisame
Age: 16
Gender: Marisa is both physically and mentally female
Year in School: HS2
Enrollment: Tuition paid in full by her wealthy family
Appearance:
Marisa is a short young girl, approximately 5'1", with gold eyes. She has long blonde hair that she keeps flowing freely except for a section on her left side that she keeps braided or at least sectioned off with a ribbon. When not in uniform, which she rarely wears in full or properly, Marisa prefers trendy clothing. She considers herself a slave to fashion and likes both dresses and comfortable, yet fashionable clothes when in public including a dark fedora-style hat. Catch her in her room relaxing in front of the computer or with some friends and she'll be found in baggy pants, a tank top and reading glasses.
Personality:
On the surface, Marisa is a carefree, straightforward girl with a lot of self-confidence. She likes to flaunt her skills and talks big, and has no problem lying outright. That being said, when someone manages to best her, she takes her lumps, admits it and uses it as motivation to get better if it really is something she cares about. She wants to be the best at the specific things she focuses on and is quite competitive. She is a big proponent of free will, as evidenced in her resistance as the family heir, and will quickly get worked up and possibly lose her temper over things that infringe upon what she considers free will.
But there is more to Marisa than that. Despite her confidence, she puts up a bit of a front. She isn't particularly gifted in anything aside from her affinity for patterns and a mathematical aptitude, so she works very hard to be as good as she is at her classes and, especially, with her computers. One of her issues is that she doesn't like anyone knowing exactly how hard she works. She's that student that never seems to need to pay much attention in class, but at night she's studying hard out of the sight of her fellow students. She passes off all her accomplishments as if they aren't anything special because she doesn't want to be called a bookworm or a nerd, preferring the persona of the popular girl that just has it all.
Due to her family situation and not really having much parental influence growing up outside of her father's computer lessons, Marisa has an intense need for validation. She's not okay with just herself and needs other people to make her feel worthwhile. It's one thing for her to be confident in her own skills and accomplishments, but until someone else recognizes them, it just doesn't feel real to Marisa. Because of this, she seeks to create layers upon layers of social networking. She is prone to have a lot of adoring fans and acquaintances focused on the superficial image she projects and only a few very close friends that have any idea of the real girl under the grin. In fact, the only one who knows all her doubts, her hard work, her fears and wishes is her pen pal - a girl she's never met that she calls her best friend.
Marisa feels a great disconnect to the concept of a traditional family and cannot, under any circumstances, handle extreme violence. She doesn't watch slasher scary movies or murder mysteries and doesn't read thriller fiction because it hits too close to home. Marisa even gets queasy around decent quantities of blood. If pressed for an explanation to some of her weird ideas and behaviors - typically a cover for the lingering affects of her early childhood - she willingly calls herself insane and blames it on anything from the water in her hometown to the computers to completely absurd notions of genetic manipulation.
She has deep-seated family issues that she tries to deny and fill through other activities. Given how little personal attention away from her one-on-one lessons with her father, Marisa rarely received attention from him. When she got old enough to realize how much she just wanted him to pay attention to her for anything more than being the heir to the family company, Marisa took to stealing things. It was exactly the opposite of what she should've been doing, so it gave her a rush and when she got caught, it garnered her attention from her father that was emotional. It may have been anger, but it was something that validated her existence as more than just another thing for her father to 'program'. This eventually lead to Marisa becoming a kleptomaniac as she never really needs anything she steals; it's just something she wants on impulse or because taking it will get her attention from someone she desires attention and validation from.
Computer Aptitude:
Marisa is the daughter of a computer software mogul. From an early age, as the first and only child, she was taught by her father how to work with, build and program computers. Due to her natural aptitude for patterns and mathematics, Marisa has honed her computer skills into a top-notch hacker able to break into other systems and reprogram them if she so wished, including the creation of viruses . She typically uses this skill to hack the school intranet and the faculty systems to change grades, records and other things such as information gathering, but never anything truly malicious or overtly illegal. She offers the student body her services for a fee. (The majority of this will done with player/mod permission or as a part of a larger plot.)
Weaknesses (optional):
Marisa is deeply disturbed by having witnessed the murder of her mother when she was seven. Because of this, she cannot handle gore or extreme violence at all. Seeing such, even in movie format, makes her sick to her stomach and will give her horrible nightmares. The sight of blood makes her nauseous if it's from an injury worse than a mild cut and large quantities will make her faint. Aside from eating utensils and the utility knives in her Leatherman (or other Swiss Army-style utility knives), knives make her very nervous. Another lingering effect of this traumatic experience is that, due to her short stature, if she is cornered by someone bigger than her and it's not consensual, Marisa is prone to freaking out and attempting to escape. Because of this, she's very conscious of where she sits in any room and will ask teachers to move the seating arrangement if the current one places her in a corner.
AU History:
Half-Japanese, half-American, Marisa Kirisame was born in Japan to a very wealthy family. Her father was the CEO and founder of Kirisame Software and, being the only child, it was expected that when she got old enough, Marisa would work for Kirisame Software, scaling the corporate ladder until her father either retired or passed away upon which she would assume the position at the top of the computer company.
Despite having her future pretty much decided for her, Marisa's very early childhood was very peaceful. She was a quick learner, a very bright child, and as her mother was an English teacher at a local primary school, she learned both Japanese and English at the same time. Her father was always quite busy with work, but from the moment Marisa could begin to understand, he took the time to work with her mathematics and began introducing her to the very basics of computers. Computers were their livelihood and such lessons were the only real quality time Marisa would ever have with her father.
Tragedy struck the Kirisame family when Marisa was seven. Marisa and her mother were in San Francisco, CA, visiting relatives when a man broke into their hotel room one night. He attacked and brutally murdered Marisa's mother before her and and would have killed her if the couple in the neighboring room hadn't called the hotel's security. They arrived just as the man had managed to corner Marisa and all she suffered, aside from extreme mental trauma, was a knife wound on her upper left arm.
Stitches and time healed her physical wounds, leaving behind a scar, but her mental wounds were deep. She attended therapy and slowly worked past some of the issues and dealt with the others in the same way her father did; she buried herself in the world of computers. Her father had no idea how to raise a daughter, so he hired a nanny to raise Marisa, still only really spending time teaching her about computers. Marisa's nanny was a harsh woman, but she did care about the girl in her own way. Marisa recognized this and, in the absence of her father, developed mild parental feelings for the nanny as a substitute.
As Marisa grew and reached puberty, she started looking more and more like her mother and the more strict and rigid her father became with her. She clearly had an aptitude for math and soaked up information like a sponge, but he made sure she understood that nothing was ever free and a person only got somewhere by working hard. She felt less like his daughter and more like the heir she was supposed to become and it bothered her. She didn't want to be locked into a future not of her choosing, in no part thanks to the journal of her mother's from her college days Marisa discovered in the attic one day. Her mother had such a carefree, adventurous life when she was younger and it became something Marisa wanted for herself. It was because of this, and not having anyone to really talk to, Marisa found a pen pal at one of the remote Shinto shrines that eventually became the only person she was ever completely honest to.
The one time she talked to her father about not joining Kirisame Software after college, he lost his temper, yelled and put and end to the discussion. It was scary to see him lose his temper like that, but it was a very different kind of attention than she'd ever had before. And, starving as she was for her father's attention, she started doing things just to get that kind of attention from him. Doing well in school didn't do it, so she became a bit of a delinquent by lying, doing light drugs and stealing. She never focused on those activities enough that they became a major part of her life, but it was the stealing that grabbed her father's attention.
When he forgot Marisa's sixteenth birthday because he was out of town on business, she was so upset that she purposefully got caught stealing just to make him come home. That happened to be the last straw as she had gone so far as to disrupt the business that her father decided he'd had it with Marisa and enrolled her in Reims Academy. He shipped her off in hopes that the esteemed international boarding school would 'straighten' the girl up.
SAMPLES -
Intranet/1st Person Sample -
[This post is very heavily encrypted to students only and opens with a line of dancing bananas on the screen. After a few seconds it clicks over to show a blonde girl with a black hat on. She pushes the brim of her hat up and grins at the webcam.]
Sorry about all the dancing bananas to anyone that was looking to catch up on the Intranet during the last fifteen minutes of the lunch hour, but I got bored.
So we're back from break with this new snazzy interface for the Intranet and some new faces for the Academy. Nice to know the faculty occasionally feels the need to give us something interesting to do. And before anyone asks, no, the sprinkler system going off in the third floor Bio room was not my fault. [Or was it?]
Anyways, back to the topic on hand. For all you fresh meat out there, I'm Marisa Kirisame, Second Year, and I'm here to take care of all your digital needs, ze.
Pretty sure you bombed that Math test? I can make you pass it. Gotta girl you like? I can get you her class schedule. Irritated that the school newsletter reporter managed to get a photo of you walking over the vents and accidentally flashing your panties? I can make that disappear. For a fee, of course. I'm pretty easy going when it comes to payment. Really, you just gotta make it worth my while. I don't take money, so you gotta find something else, though candy is definitely a plus.
I do draw lines about the things I won't do, so if you're looking to seriously harm someone or do something that'll get the police after me, take your business to some of the real delinquents. Oh, and I don't kiss and tell, so my lips are sealed as far as who asks for what from me. Telling all is bad for business anyways, ze.
Just send me a private email to my personal account at The Digital Witch if you're looking for a little hookup. I like long walks on the beach... [Marisa winks] Come play with me~
Log/3rd Person Sample -
Marisa laid on her bed in her room after dinner with a book open before her and her laptop open next to her. Strains of echostream rose from the computer, filling the room with music, as she read. It was the most boring book ever. Normally, Marisa liked to read, but getting through The Grapes of Wrath had to be one of the hardest things she'd ever made herself do. In fact, she'd put it off because the book was so boring that here she was, pretending to be sick, so she could get the time she needed to finish the damn thing before the test tomorrow. As she read, notifications of messages to her on the Intranet popped up and she'd pause to respond.
Still not feeling well.
Sorry, I've gotta bail on the raid tonight. I think the cafeteria's trying to kill me again.
Well, you know how things go when one of those chest-bursting aliens shows up on campus. Don't worry, I'll make sure to clean the mess up.
Replies were sent quickly before Marisa returned her attention to the book. Despite her irritation and insistence on getting through the novel, she couldn't help the little smile on her face at those messages - all people looking to her for something, wanting to do something with her. It made her feel good. And then another message popped up on her computer. She stared at it for a moment, looked at the book, and then back to the computer, typing out a quick response.
I wish I could, but my fever spiked and I think I'm going to head to bed early. I don't want to get you sick if this is catching. Sorry. Maybe this weekend?
With that sent, Marisa chewed her bottom lip and turned the page, cursing the tedious world John Steinbeck created. Another paragraph and she jammed the bookmark into it, tossed the novel onto her bed and shut the lid of her laptop. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Why... why was this so hard? A few seconds later and she rolled back over to fish the notebook out from under her mattress and open it to the letter in progress. Chewing on a pencil between her teeth, Marisa took pen to paper and continued her letter to her best friend.
So we've been assigned what has to be the most difficult and boring book ever in Lit. Why did I sign up for Lit again? Oh, yeah, because my other choice was PE. Fuck PE. I really hope our next book is something interesting and exciting so I can plow through it early on and spend the rest of the unit like I'd read the book ages ago. It'd be even better if it was a book I read ages ago.
Anyways, I ducked out of dinner early claiming food poisoning so I could get this damn book finished. The test is tomorrow and I'm a little bit behind. Okay, I'm a whole lot behind. It's just, why isn't this stuff easy? I don't really want to be up late figuring out the symbolism behind this last section. I'd rather be raiding or doing something fun, but I have to pass this class with an A. Sure, the other students probably think I fix my grades like I do some of the other students', but that's okay. I'd rather they think that than know I'm here pretending to be sick so I could be left alone to get the work done. Yeah, yeah, I know, but I just can't let them know. It'd blow the whole image, and I've worked too hard to create it.
That's it. Fuck Steinbeck and his dry writing style. I passed up going down to the shore to hang out with that cute senior I told you about because of this book. I'll be damned if I don't make it my bitch. I've got three more chapters and the analysis worksheet to do; I'll pick this letter back up later.
Closing the notebook, Marisa slipped it back under her mattress, tossed the pen aside and grabbed her headphones. She decided to drown herself in her music while picking the cursed novel back up. Now where was she...
Have you read the FAQ? Yes and the mods will unleash a rabid wombat.
PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name/Nickname: Sin
Age: 31
AIM/E-mail/Contact: NinjaSin@gmail.com, maragidyne (AIM)
Personal LJ: kanara
Characters Played: n/a
FANDOM CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Name: Marisa Kirisame
Canon: Touhou Project
Canon Reference: http://touhou.wikia.com/wiki/Marisa_Kirisame
Age: 16
Gender: Marisa is both physically and mentally female
Year in School: HS2
Enrollment: Tuition paid in full by her wealthy family
Appearance:
Marisa is a short young girl, approximately 5'1", with gold eyes. She has long blonde hair that she keeps flowing freely except for a section on her left side that she keeps braided or at least sectioned off with a ribbon. When not in uniform, which she rarely wears in full or properly, Marisa prefers trendy clothing. She considers herself a slave to fashion and likes both dresses and comfortable, yet fashionable clothes when in public including a dark fedora-style hat. Catch her in her room relaxing in front of the computer or with some friends and she'll be found in baggy pants, a tank top and reading glasses.
Personality:
On the surface, Marisa is a carefree, straightforward girl with a lot of self-confidence. She likes to flaunt her skills and talks big, and has no problem lying outright. That being said, when someone manages to best her, she takes her lumps, admits it and uses it as motivation to get better if it really is something she cares about. She wants to be the best at the specific things she focuses on and is quite competitive. She is a big proponent of free will, as evidenced in her resistance as the family heir, and will quickly get worked up and possibly lose her temper over things that infringe upon what she considers free will.
But there is more to Marisa than that. Despite her confidence, she puts up a bit of a front. She isn't particularly gifted in anything aside from her affinity for patterns and a mathematical aptitude, so she works very hard to be as good as she is at her classes and, especially, with her computers. One of her issues is that she doesn't like anyone knowing exactly how hard she works. She's that student that never seems to need to pay much attention in class, but at night she's studying hard out of the sight of her fellow students. She passes off all her accomplishments as if they aren't anything special because she doesn't want to be called a bookworm or a nerd, preferring the persona of the popular girl that just has it all.
Due to her family situation and not really having much parental influence growing up outside of her father's computer lessons, Marisa has an intense need for validation. She's not okay with just herself and needs other people to make her feel worthwhile. It's one thing for her to be confident in her own skills and accomplishments, but until someone else recognizes them, it just doesn't feel real to Marisa. Because of this, she seeks to create layers upon layers of social networking. She is prone to have a lot of adoring fans and acquaintances focused on the superficial image she projects and only a few very close friends that have any idea of the real girl under the grin. In fact, the only one who knows all her doubts, her hard work, her fears and wishes is her pen pal - a girl she's never met that she calls her best friend.
Marisa feels a great disconnect to the concept of a traditional family and cannot, under any circumstances, handle extreme violence. She doesn't watch slasher scary movies or murder mysteries and doesn't read thriller fiction because it hits too close to home. Marisa even gets queasy around decent quantities of blood. If pressed for an explanation to some of her weird ideas and behaviors - typically a cover for the lingering affects of her early childhood - she willingly calls herself insane and blames it on anything from the water in her hometown to the computers to completely absurd notions of genetic manipulation.
She has deep-seated family issues that she tries to deny and fill through other activities. Given how little personal attention away from her one-on-one lessons with her father, Marisa rarely received attention from him. When she got old enough to realize how much she just wanted him to pay attention to her for anything more than being the heir to the family company, Marisa took to stealing things. It was exactly the opposite of what she should've been doing, so it gave her a rush and when she got caught, it garnered her attention from her father that was emotional. It may have been anger, but it was something that validated her existence as more than just another thing for her father to 'program'. This eventually lead to Marisa becoming a kleptomaniac as she never really needs anything she steals; it's just something she wants on impulse or because taking it will get her attention from someone she desires attention and validation from.
Computer Aptitude:
Marisa is the daughter of a computer software mogul. From an early age, as the first and only child, she was taught by her father how to work with, build and program computers. Due to her natural aptitude for patterns and mathematics, Marisa has honed her computer skills into a top-notch hacker able to break into other systems and reprogram them if she so wished, including the creation of viruses . She typically uses this skill to hack the school intranet and the faculty systems to change grades, records and other things such as information gathering, but never anything truly malicious or overtly illegal. She offers the student body her services for a fee. (The majority of this will done with player/mod permission or as a part of a larger plot.)
Weaknesses (optional):
Marisa is deeply disturbed by having witnessed the murder of her mother when she was seven. Because of this, she cannot handle gore or extreme violence at all. Seeing such, even in movie format, makes her sick to her stomach and will give her horrible nightmares. The sight of blood makes her nauseous if it's from an injury worse than a mild cut and large quantities will make her faint. Aside from eating utensils and the utility knives in her Leatherman (or other Swiss Army-style utility knives), knives make her very nervous. Another lingering effect of this traumatic experience is that, due to her short stature, if she is cornered by someone bigger than her and it's not consensual, Marisa is prone to freaking out and attempting to escape. Because of this, she's very conscious of where she sits in any room and will ask teachers to move the seating arrangement if the current one places her in a corner.
AU History:
Half-Japanese, half-American, Marisa Kirisame was born in Japan to a very wealthy family. Her father was the CEO and founder of Kirisame Software and, being the only child, it was expected that when she got old enough, Marisa would work for Kirisame Software, scaling the corporate ladder until her father either retired or passed away upon which she would assume the position at the top of the computer company.
Despite having her future pretty much decided for her, Marisa's very early childhood was very peaceful. She was a quick learner, a very bright child, and as her mother was an English teacher at a local primary school, she learned both Japanese and English at the same time. Her father was always quite busy with work, but from the moment Marisa could begin to understand, he took the time to work with her mathematics and began introducing her to the very basics of computers. Computers were their livelihood and such lessons were the only real quality time Marisa would ever have with her father.
Tragedy struck the Kirisame family when Marisa was seven. Marisa and her mother were in San Francisco, CA, visiting relatives when a man broke into their hotel room one night. He attacked and brutally murdered Marisa's mother before her and and would have killed her if the couple in the neighboring room hadn't called the hotel's security. They arrived just as the man had managed to corner Marisa and all she suffered, aside from extreme mental trauma, was a knife wound on her upper left arm.
Stitches and time healed her physical wounds, leaving behind a scar, but her mental wounds were deep. She attended therapy and slowly worked past some of the issues and dealt with the others in the same way her father did; she buried herself in the world of computers. Her father had no idea how to raise a daughter, so he hired a nanny to raise Marisa, still only really spending time teaching her about computers. Marisa's nanny was a harsh woman, but she did care about the girl in her own way. Marisa recognized this and, in the absence of her father, developed mild parental feelings for the nanny as a substitute.
As Marisa grew and reached puberty, she started looking more and more like her mother and the more strict and rigid her father became with her. She clearly had an aptitude for math and soaked up information like a sponge, but he made sure she understood that nothing was ever free and a person only got somewhere by working hard. She felt less like his daughter and more like the heir she was supposed to become and it bothered her. She didn't want to be locked into a future not of her choosing, in no part thanks to the journal of her mother's from her college days Marisa discovered in the attic one day. Her mother had such a carefree, adventurous life when she was younger and it became something Marisa wanted for herself. It was because of this, and not having anyone to really talk to, Marisa found a pen pal at one of the remote Shinto shrines that eventually became the only person she was ever completely honest to.
The one time she talked to her father about not joining Kirisame Software after college, he lost his temper, yelled and put and end to the discussion. It was scary to see him lose his temper like that, but it was a very different kind of attention than she'd ever had before. And, starving as she was for her father's attention, she started doing things just to get that kind of attention from him. Doing well in school didn't do it, so she became a bit of a delinquent by lying, doing light drugs and stealing. She never focused on those activities enough that they became a major part of her life, but it was the stealing that grabbed her father's attention.
When he forgot Marisa's sixteenth birthday because he was out of town on business, she was so upset that she purposefully got caught stealing just to make him come home. That happened to be the last straw as she had gone so far as to disrupt the business that her father decided he'd had it with Marisa and enrolled her in Reims Academy. He shipped her off in hopes that the esteemed international boarding school would 'straighten' the girl up.
SAMPLES -
Intranet/1st Person Sample -
[This post is very heavily encrypted to students only and opens with a line of dancing bananas on the screen. After a few seconds it clicks over to show a blonde girl with a black hat on. She pushes the brim of her hat up and grins at the webcam.]
Sorry about all the dancing bananas to anyone that was looking to catch up on the Intranet during the last fifteen minutes of the lunch hour, but I got bored.
So we're back from break with this new snazzy interface for the Intranet and some new faces for the Academy. Nice to know the faculty occasionally feels the need to give us something interesting to do. And before anyone asks, no, the sprinkler system going off in the third floor Bio room was not my fault. [Or was it?]
Anyways, back to the topic on hand. For all you fresh meat out there, I'm Marisa Kirisame, Second Year, and I'm here to take care of all your digital needs, ze.
Pretty sure you bombed that Math test? I can make you pass it. Gotta girl you like? I can get you her class schedule. Irritated that the school newsletter reporter managed to get a photo of you walking over the vents and accidentally flashing your panties? I can make that disappear. For a fee, of course. I'm pretty easy going when it comes to payment. Really, you just gotta make it worth my while. I don't take money, so you gotta find something else, though candy is definitely a plus.
I do draw lines about the things I won't do, so if you're looking to seriously harm someone or do something that'll get the police after me, take your business to some of the real delinquents. Oh, and I don't kiss and tell, so my lips are sealed as far as who asks for what from me. Telling all is bad for business anyways, ze.
Just send me a private email to my personal account at The Digital Witch if you're looking for a little hookup. I like long walks on the beach... [Marisa winks] Come play with me~
Log/3rd Person Sample -
Marisa laid on her bed in her room after dinner with a book open before her and her laptop open next to her. Strains of echostream rose from the computer, filling the room with music, as she read. It was the most boring book ever. Normally, Marisa liked to read, but getting through The Grapes of Wrath had to be one of the hardest things she'd ever made herself do. In fact, she'd put it off because the book was so boring that here she was, pretending to be sick, so she could get the time she needed to finish the damn thing before the test tomorrow. As she read, notifications of messages to her on the Intranet popped up and she'd pause to respond.
Still not feeling well.
Sorry, I've gotta bail on the raid tonight. I think the cafeteria's trying to kill me again.
Well, you know how things go when one of those chest-bursting aliens shows up on campus. Don't worry, I'll make sure to clean the mess up.
Replies were sent quickly before Marisa returned her attention to the book. Despite her irritation and insistence on getting through the novel, she couldn't help the little smile on her face at those messages - all people looking to her for something, wanting to do something with her. It made her feel good. And then another message popped up on her computer. She stared at it for a moment, looked at the book, and then back to the computer, typing out a quick response.
I wish I could, but my fever spiked and I think I'm going to head to bed early. I don't want to get you sick if this is catching. Sorry. Maybe this weekend?
With that sent, Marisa chewed her bottom lip and turned the page, cursing the tedious world John Steinbeck created. Another paragraph and she jammed the bookmark into it, tossed the novel onto her bed and shut the lid of her laptop. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Why... why was this so hard? A few seconds later and she rolled back over to fish the notebook out from under her mattress and open it to the letter in progress. Chewing on a pencil between her teeth, Marisa took pen to paper and continued her letter to her best friend.
So we've been assigned what has to be the most difficult and boring book ever in Lit. Why did I sign up for Lit again? Oh, yeah, because my other choice was PE. Fuck PE. I really hope our next book is something interesting and exciting so I can plow through it early on and spend the rest of the unit like I'd read the book ages ago. It'd be even better if it was a book I read ages ago.
Anyways, I ducked out of dinner early claiming food poisoning so I could get this damn book finished. The test is tomorrow and I'm a little bit behind. Okay, I'm a whole lot behind. It's just, why isn't this stuff easy? I don't really want to be up late figuring out the symbolism behind this last section. I'd rather be raiding or doing something fun, but I have to pass this class with an A. Sure, the other students probably think I fix my grades like I do some of the other students', but that's okay. I'd rather they think that than know I'm here pretending to be sick so I could be left alone to get the work done. Yeah, yeah, I know, but I just can't let them know. It'd blow the whole image, and I've worked too hard to create it.
That's it. Fuck Steinbeck and his dry writing style. I passed up going down to the shore to hang out with that cute senior I told you about because of this book. I'll be damned if I don't make it my bitch. I've got three more chapters and the analysis worksheet to do; I'll pick this letter back up later.
Closing the notebook, Marisa slipped it back under her mattress, tossed the pen aside and grabbed her headphones. She decided to drown herself in her music while picking the cursed novel back up. Now where was she...
Have you read the FAQ? Yes and the mods will unleash a rabid wombat.