The interviewer shoved the mic into my face, the most boring expression he has on his face.
"Give me your information." He demanded. I just blinked, but nodded.
Okay I just wanted to make this interesting so HERE WE GOOOOO!!
Time zone: I do believe GMT -6! If not right, I'll talk to the Mod-samas to inform them!
Skype: Well you silly goose, you already have my Skype!
Activity Level: I go to school on the weekdays; I come home around 4:00 PM. However, I'm mostly free on the weekends!
An albino girl entered the room, with only a man, and a desk. Oh, and a chair. How could I forget that? She walked to her seat with graceful footsteps. She was about to sit down, when a mic was suddenly shoved in her face. She step back in surprise, her eyes slightly wide.
"Welcome. This here is an interview. I ask you questions and you just answer. Shall we get started?
A quiet tch escaped from her lips. 'How rude.' she thought bitterly. A soft sigh was heard as she shook her head and sat down in the chair, clasping her hands together on her lap.
The interviewer leaned back and sat in his own chair, looking over the papers for his questions.
"The name is Akiko Kasumi." She replied, tapping on one of her earings, clearly uninterested. "Please don't forget, or hell will be a pon you." That last sentence sent a chill down his spine.
Oh dear. How embarrassing. She cleared her throat, trying to appear calm.
"...Super Highschool Level D-Doll Maker." She forced the title through her clenched teeth. The interviewer looked at her dumbfounded, but quickly sunk in his chair when Akiko gave him a piercing glare.
...What an odd question. Couldn't he just, get a measuring tape, measure her, and call it a day? Another tch was heard that day as her red eyes move upward, searching her brain.
"I do believe I was 165(5'5") cms." She simply replied. The interviewer nodded and carried on.
'You got to be kidding me.' She thought. Is this man some strange pervert?
"I hope you do realize if you continue going down this path, I won't hesitate to obliterate you." Her voice cold as ice; she wasn't kidding. The, now nervous, interviewer swallowed a lump in his throat, nodding quickly. He isn't getting payed enough for this.
"Since you're so interested," she continued, "my weight is 60kgs (132 lbs)" She rested her hands against her lap. Rather interesting so far, she concluded.
"What is your chest size?"
"..." The air turned rather tense, and the interviewer clearly noticed this. He tried to be brave, but that dark aura emitting from the albino girl is terrifying.
"That, my dear interviewer, is classified information." Her eyes seemed have turned into slits, the demon of hell has risen. Boy doesn't he feel like he isn't in hell already.
"I-I apologize m'am b-but I-I was told... A-Anyway... what is your blood type?"
"Simple question, good job." She sarcastically praised, "I'll give you a dog treat later." She tapped on her chin in wonder, ignoring the interviewer's angry stare. "I'm type O. Surprising, isn't it?" She said, seeing his surprised expression. "Expecting me to be type A? I've been told that countless times."
"March 26th, 1994." She simply said, slightly playing with her braid. "Next question, please."
"Last question (thank God), where do you come from?"
"Couldn't you not tell from my voice?" She sound surprised, but her expression tells him otherwise; poker faced. "I was born and raised in Europe; however my name is odd isn't it? Since it's Japanese..." She clasped her hands together on her lap, a sweet, yet small, smile was shown on her thin lips.
"If you think about it, the world is odd. Don't you agree?" The interviewer nodded, as he wrote this all down. He jerked his head up when the chair made movement.
"Am I finished now? I would like to leave." He nodded and watched her walk off, her braid swaying left to right.
The interview that might just change her life.
You know--I've met people like you...! Just delusional, alone with their dolls. You know, be careful. Korosus is different, ufu...!
