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I don't understand...

[He's dense.]

There's a saying. 'It ain't over til the fat lady sings'.

[OOC: I'm sorry about that!]

Oh, is that a saying? You're not fat. You said that, already...sorry.

((LOL, No probs.))

I know I'm not fat!

There's an opera about this woman, and at the end of it, she sings for a really long time and then dies. Her name was Brunhilda. I'm Brynn Hilda. I hate my parents for that name.

Edited 2015-12-30 05:35 (UTC)

Oh, yeah! The viking broad!

I hate the name my parents gave me, too.

She's not a broad!

What's your name?

Rabastan. Don't bother thinking too hard on it, it doesn't mean shit. It's a fucked up version of the name of a star, that my mother didn't bother to correct.

So people call you Stan and you walk around like you fell into a vat of eyeliner. Do people call you Stan?

Chin up, Stan. It could be worse.

[There's a flinch each time she says 'Stan.']

No, people don't call me that. I prefer Rab. Or...no, just Rab.

[Now he's reaching up to his eyes, wondering if it's that obvious.]

[Brynn isn't always the nicest]

Rab? Whatever.

[She snickers a little]

You could stand to lose a couple of pounds.

I can't sing, either.

You could stand to gain a few.

Part of the job.

That's why I'm not a model. I like my body just how it is.

No, you're not a model because you're not unique enough.

I'm boring and normal? Or are you saying I'm ugly?

Boring and normal. You're pretty enough for the average person.

I like being boring and normal. Everything about me is supposed to scream 'middle america'.

Is that what middle america looks like?

I've only seen my town, but my Dad is on the town council so my family is normal and boring. The most exciting thing about us are suprise birthday parties.

I'm going to move out and be boring somewhere else.

California's cool, down in the valley. New York's been okay so far.

I'm leaning for New York. My sisters wouldn't bother visiting.

You have sisters? How many?

Two. A twin, and a younger sister.

You're a twin? Are you identical? That must be so awesome.

We look a lot alike, but we're not identical. She is a toothpick, like you.

Is it awesome? Do you have, like, a secret language and stuff?

It was. We had a code and would trick people, but once she lost her babyfat everyone could tell us apart. We're not that close anymore.

That's too bad. I always wanted a sister.

Do you have any siblings?

No. My parents can't have kids. I'm adopted.

Do you like being adopted? You're not like, their maid or anything are you?

I don't really know anything else. My mom got me into modelling when I was little because I was so pretty.

Does that mean it isn't over?

You're the first to get the reference.

[Compliments often merit some degree of preening. This is no exception.] It's a strange greeting. I can see how the rest were distracted.

Can you really not sing, or is it only part of the joke?

I choose not to sing. My name is Brynn Hilda, so I've heard jokes quite a few times.

Are they living off of the money you're making, or is it in a trust?

I think there's a trust. I'm not sure. I just know we have lots of money; always have.

[ He's used to it. She reminds him of several of his classmates. However, he feels he has the advantage, or so he thinks.]

Don't laugh. At least my name's unique and people don't have an automatic thought of me as some...braided, huge, Visigoth.