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Post by Souleh on Mar 28, 2006 10:27:51 GMT -5
Alliteration! Right. Souleh needs a spot to save crap, 'cause Hotmail is sorta inconvenient and...I can't save it on my computer. Must avoid prying family eyes! +twitch+ Anyway. Yeah. Most of this is random stuff I write at eleven at night when I'm bored. So BEWARE the ickiness that may or may not ensue.
"Skye! Skye! Gods, is that you?" The boy leapt from the artifical branch, wings spread to slow the plummet from the dangerous height, literally hitting the ground running. Not his Skye--not his beautiful, boundless Skye...
The limp body stirred, just barely, soft, whimpered sobs escaping the veil of brown hair. She was alive. Thank the Four, she was alive! "My Skye...my darling Skye...what did they /do/?" Gently, pale, shaking hands pulled back the hair, running his fingers through it in that way she liked. "Can I lift you, love? I padded the nest, waiting for you..."
She sighed, another whimper, "Up." He slipped those same pale hands underneath the girl, cradling her gently, possessively. /His/ Skye. Bending, he jumped, beating desperately at the stagnant air beneath them, fighting to lift both of their weight. "Wings, Adri," she murmured, and he shifted mid-air, so as to avoid crushing the great masses of feathers the sprouted from her back. At the top of their enclosure--Miakoda, he hated that word--he finally stopped, alighting on a 'branch' just above their 'nest', gently setting Skye down on her side. It had indeed been padded, covered in feathers the two had lost in passing, anything really that the boy could find in their sparse, artificial setting.
Carefully lowering himself to the nest--a cramped space, really, but that was how they both liked it--he cuddled her as much as one could cuddle a severely sore, weak girl, whispering soft, useless comforts. They both knew his words, while full of care for her, were in any other aspect hollow. There was no such thing as comfort, here.
"I can't do this anymore, Adrian...they're killing us and we just let them..."
"They'll kill us faster if we fight them," he whispered, massaging the small space between her wings, an area both of them found tender. His actions made it clear that he was still wary of where she had been, as Skye had not answered him, and he really had no idea whether he should expect her to be up all night screaming or if she would just be incredibly sore for days.
She tensed, and he could feel it, his hand pausing in its movements, quivering nervously. "How can you say that? How can you say that when you are the deepest breather when they take us out into the pen? How can you say that when they have to physically drag you inside? How can you, Adrian, who gets wistful and talks in an entirely different voice when Freedom comes up, say that we mustn't fight them?"
"Is that why they took you?"
"What--don't change the subject!"
"No. You changed it first. Is that why they took you? Skye, what are you doing when we aren't here? What are you doing when they keep us in the cages?" Adrian suddenly sounded very urgent--frightened. Bad things had been happening to experiments who even /thought/ anything rebellious, aside from the usual pining for freedom. And he /knew/, he knew his Skye so very well, that defensive tone that still somehow sounded through the pain, the weak whimperings that her voice was reduced to. At least she had hers...her beautiful, melodic voice--they'd taken his, destroyed it. "Were they punishing you, my love?"
Still tensed, her wings rustled, a clear sign of nervousness in their breed, curling into a tight ball. "It's only been small thoughts, we just whisper at night. Brainstorming. We didn't think anyone would hear."
"They always hear. They have spies. They have allies in the cleaning crew."
"You're paranoid, Adrian. You've received just as much food from the janitorial staff as anyone else." ((Note to self: change that when a better wording shows up.))
"You're reckless. Any of them confronted with being thrown into one of our cages will sell their lovers, their souls to get out it. Betraying the confidence of a few experiments isn't going to bother them at that very moment."
"No...they wouldn't do that. You may be paranoid, but the lab isn't. They think they own us. They think people will come forward. They're not going to threaten the staffers."
"Aren't they?"
She paused, curling into an even tighter ball, shaking slightly from sore, tired muscles. "I'm tired, Adri. Let me sleep."
Adrian sighed, looking reluctant, "Will we talk about this tomorrow?"
"I thought they could hear everything," she practically growled, tone a little poisonous, obviously mocking his fears. She was tired, scared, /angry/, and her love was being his frightened self. It was cute, usually. Not when she was trying to to convince herself that everything would be fine, shut up her own doubts.
A sigh came from the boy, snuggling into her, again rubbing the space between her wings. "I'm fairly certain we have privacy here. And I /know/ they can't pick our voices up if we're quiet enough. But for now, I suppose we both need our sleep."
"'Night, love."
"Good night."
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Post by Souleh on Mar 28, 2006 12:09:25 GMT -5
Illumination |1| And Not to Pull Your Halo Down...
It was a gorgeous day for his travel--low, dark storm clouds blocked out the sun, covering the earth with shadow. Humid, warm air hung below them, drawing out just a thin layer of sweat on deathly pale skin. Dark, warm--perfect weather.
The small, pleasant smile that played on his lips twitched to a slightly bigger grin, amused at how quickly the children playing by the stream looked up at the sound of his leather boots on the wood of the bridge. Or, really, what amused him was the looks on their faces--confused, scared, awed. Not many of his kind moved about during the day. They were the Unseen Guard, the Night Watchers of the rest of the elementalists. It was easy to tell what he was, of course. The tall man was pale, and sleeker than any other element's man, dressed in the traditional black leather ((!)) of his people. Black--the only color those of Darkness were permitted to wear casually, aside from the universal brown. Others had more of a choice, the lucky bastards; the law stated that one could wear their own color and those of the elements lower than theirs. Rather unfair, really.
"What you doin' out in the sunshine, darkie? Playin' like you ain't a shadow crawler?"
Deep, fathomless black eyes moved quickly, pinpointing the Earthen woman who looked after the children, silently thanking the gods for hiding away the blinding sun for the day. She was low on the totem pole herself, this woman, hardly having the right to speak to him as such. "Have you not lifted your eyes from your flock, Earth Mother? The gods have smiled upon me--there is no sun today."
"We worship one god here, heathen." She stared him down, distaste evident in her expression. "Miakoda has no peers. And He rules with Light, not your wicked Darkness."
He smirked, eyes flicking to just a little past the woman, "I'm sure you can explain your feelings to your superior."
"Wha--"
"Thank you, Master Obscuran. I'm sure she /would/ like to explain to my mother, after we /just/ had a meeting about your arrival." He'd spotted her wandering over a while ago, dressed in the usual bright colors of those of Light, her blonde hair braided behind her. It made sense, now, why she walked so regally (arrogantly, he thought)--her family wasn't just of Light, it appeared they held quite a bit of power in this quaint little village. And they'd sent their daughter, a pretty, short girl probably of his age, to greet him. How kind.
"Please, a simple 'Adrian' will suffice."
The Earthen woman looked sulky, retreating back to the children with one flick of the girl's hand. The girl herself looked almost surprised, though, obviously having expected some form of 'miss' to be included in his words. Respect was expected from the lowest element to the highest, and he showed no sign of giving anymore than he would an equal--his black meeting her light blue--almost white--eyes.
She cleared her throat awkwardly and he smile, amused by how uncomfortable he made her. "Elyse Rayen. If you'll follow me...I'll who you to where you'll be staying. I'm sure you want to rest."
"Because my kind are nocturnal?"
Elyse jumped at the accusation in his voice, answering sharply, "Because it is a long journey and any man would be tired."
"Indeed." He nodded, and she proceeded to lead to the way, Adrian following only a few steps behind, the picture of catlike grace. "The Earth woman...she mentioned that this village recognizes only Miakoda as a god?"
She nodded, looking at him oddly, "You worship Sashenka? Delano? Alger? They've nothing to do with us. Humans, vampires, demons...at most they are enemies."
"Humans are a thorn, easily gotten rid of. Demons are merely too easily controlled, through no fault of their own. And vampires are only threats if they lose their grip on sanity. There are really no 'enemies' out there..." He folded his hands behind him, quietly noting the structure of the village, every once in a while frowning. "But I doubt a village that had to hire on a Night Watcher would believe all of that."
"Mm. We're having trouble from all three. A few rogue vampires have been feeding on us," she paused, looking surprised by the annoyed sigh the predicament received from Adrian. Odd. "Demons are being hellish, as is in their nature. And /humans/ have been stealing our children for slaves!"
"How many?"
"Killed?"
"I don't /care/ about what a fool adult gets done to him. How many children have you lost?"
"I don't know...we lost a good, strong Fire boy yesterday...he showed quite a bit of promise, with the right training. I fear we will see him again, doing the humans' bidding, destroying us." She sighed softly, a bit melodramatically if you asked him, "His father and mother both crashed off into the woods to find him. Other parents followed. Those of Darkness we do have are few and far between...and they grow preoccupied with protecting themselves, rather than Contributing."
"When the world sees you as a treacherous liar, it is difficult to see why you should protect anyone but yourself," he cut in, sounding rather...angered by her. "This is why we leave, work as mercenaries. At least in this way we get paid for our services--hell, even celebrated for getting rid of some /horrible/ problem."
She frowned, stopping at the side of a building in the middle of the village--probably some sort of meeting hall, they all had them. Looking up at him, Elyse sighed, shaking her head sadly. It was clear she thought he was some kind of wayward soul, lost and off the 'right path.' Bah--fool girl. "But what of your family? Don't you miss them? And don't you wish to start one of your own?"
"Family is for those too weak to endure solitude."
"You're an arrogant bastard, aren't you?"
"Perhaps."
She growled softly to herself, leaning against a door that could easily have been missed, shoving it open after a few seconds of closed eyes. "At least you seem willing enough to admit your own faults." Walking in, she squinted, holding up a glowing hand, illuminating the dark room. "Is it to your liking?"
Adrian held up a finger, surveying the room, almost annoyed by the dim light. The bed probably couldn't be any smaller without becoming a cot, he noted, and the dresser was downright pathetic. A little two-drawer number next to the bed, /really/. How was he supposed to fit his belongings in there? The desk, at least, was of a decent size, and he could easily use the bed's pillow as a cushion for that rather...unhospitable looking chair. "I've seen worse," he muttered, dropping the bag he'd been carrying on his back this whole time on the bed, really showing no sign of acknowledging her presence any more, just unpacking.
"Red?"
"Hm?" He glanced up, folding a particularly nice looking red shirt, one eyebrow raised.
"Your second color is red. They gave you a rather high color, didn't they?"
"The highest for one of Darkness." He closed the drawer, crouching down to reach the second, suddenly very secretive about what he was unpacking. "Do you question the holy men's choice?"
She turned bright red, shaking her head, "Of course not! I was just--you don't seem like someone who would have such an honor...shouldn't you be...the head Darkened in some village somewhere?"
"I can't very well waltz in and proclaim myself some kind of leader."
"What about...your own home? Couldn't you have stayed?"
He stiffened, staring at her surprisingly angrily. "I think it is time you leave, Miss Rayen. After all, I need my rest." A cold strip of shadow wrapped around Elyse's hand, extinguishing her light, the only sliver now coming from the door that had almost closed behind them.
Eyes widening, she hurried quickly to the door, stumbling a bit, pausing only after she had fled to her own element. "There will be a...celebration of sorts, tonight. Even someone like /you/ deserves a bit of recognition when he shows up to clear up our little problem. And don't think I don't know how cheap you sold your services--charity, Master Obscuran, or are you desperate?"
The door slammed shut, seemingly of its own accord, both a shadow and a glimmer of light shoving it closed. Great minds think alike, after all.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Post by Souleh on May 8, 2006 18:47:15 GMT -5
Illumination |2| There He Walks Away, He's Feeling Like He's Having Them On...
"We're real glad you're here, mister. Mama says no one gives a dem about us 'til they start to have problems with their night times. She says you're gonna change that and they'll appreciate us before I get my Color!" The small boy had been babbling on for ages, clutching tight to his hand since the moment he'd come to fetch Adrian for some ridiculous celebration. The rather annoying child had insisted that it was a formal event, calling for two-toned apparel, standing in the door until finally the older male had conceded, then leading him straight toward the lion's den.
Not that he had anything against his own kind. Just large groups in general. It was hard to keep track of things in the mess of a crowd.
Sighing softly, he eyed the gathering, slowly nearing it as the boy--Daray--brought him ever closer. He was babbling on about nothing, his words one long, wavering drone to Adrian. He was polite enough, however, to refrain from rubbing his temples, despite the headache he could feel coming on. It wasn't that he hated children, he liked to tell himself, it was just that they annoyed him to no end. He had never been such a horrible chatterbox when he'd been a child.
Then again, you weren't much of anything...
"Master Obscuran, pleased to see you could make it." Adrian nearly stared at the woman who had shaken him from his thoughts, for a moment certain that Elyse had somehow magically become much older. "My daughter informed me that you were rather tired when she left you. I wasn't sure if we would have our guest of honor for tonight's supper." Her mother. Of course. He could see the differences, now that he bothered to look, the subtle deviations that made it clear this woman had not given Elyse every trait. But they had the same eyes. Clear and nearly white, analyzing him carefully, hardly even trying to hide that she was looking him up and down. Adrian could see her make every judgment, take it all in--from the red cloth of his shirt pressed beneath the tight vest of black leather to the listless drop of his hand to rest against the black pants as Daray quietly dismissed himself. "If you would follow me, then, I can show you to your seat."
Show him to his seat. Really, this was all getting rather ridiculous. He wasn't a baby, he could most certainly find his way if she had only pointed and left. Even without any directions, it couldn't be too difficult. It would most definitely be designed by rank, by element...he'd only have to find the others of his element. Follow that boy to his mother.
But she led him directly past the grouping of his peers, directly past every grouping of his superiors. "Do you think this necessary?" Adrian was not comfortable. He was not even close to uncomfortable. This was downright wrong. Out of order. This...woman had directed him to a seat at her table. The table of the leader. The table of the top family of Light. This was a table for power. For high, up-standing citizens.
Not a mercenary. Not him. Not a Dark outsider.
Not next to Elyse.
"Good evening, Master Obscuran." She had turned away from the young boy he could only assume was her brother, grinning up at him like the Cheshire cat. For a moment, he panicked, worried that the carefully cultivated polite facade had faltered to show just how anxious he was. "It seems we just can't get rid of each other, hm?" No, she just knew. She knew how much he didn't want to have to put up with her. He should never have acted as he had. Never have let her known she struck a nerve.
He smiled, taking a seat, "A pleasure, Miss Rayen." Ugh. This was going to be a torturous meal. And then followed by some silly celebration? Gag.
Elyse opened her mouth, probably about to say something 'witty', only to have to close it again as her mother called the village to attention. Silence fell quickly, although, as he eyed those before him, it seemed there weren't too many people to keep quiet. They were certainly lacking on children, and many adults, particularly in the Fire section, seemed to be missing. And they were all looking up at the woman acting as their leader, occasionally glancing to him as she spoke, making some speech that he did not particularly care about listening to. Adrian didn't like the look in their eyes. They were tired, angry, desperate. And they did not appreciate a subordinate sitting ahead of them, he could see that. Gods, his kind was much too preoccupied with status and ranking. It had been bred into every last one of the elementalists, including himself.
Entirely caught up in his ponderings on how quickly he would have to solve this problem, he didn't realize that the woman had stopped talking until a plate clinked as an Earthen man set the food on the table. Adrian thanked him politely, aware that those of Earth were connected to the animals they were serving, that occasionally it hurt to have to eat something you understood. He pitied them, really.
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The food had disappeared--in Adrian's case, a little bit of food had disappeared in an equally little amount of time--and people had gotten up, started to mingle. Elyse had disappeared quickly, and he hadn't minded in the slightest, after listening to her chatter all through supper, despite having very few words directed toward him. In fact, everyone seemed rather wary about him. All but those of Darkness seemed to have mixed feelings--happy to have a professional to protect them in the night, disapproving of this entirely different 'darkie.' He had already put up with numerous back-handed compliments, subtle threats, and watched as a child who asked him if he was of Fire or Darkness was slapped for daring to mistake him for a Fire elementalist.
Clearly, his low status was supposed to be obvious.
Generally, he was having a horrible time. Between the disapproval of the higher elements and the practical worship from the small collection of Darkened, the headache Daray had brought into life was pounding, and his mood was worsening just as quickly. Silly excuse for musicians were beginning to tune their instruments, refreshments for the adults were getting more and more potent. It all disgusted him. All these pathetic wastes of life pretending everything was perfectly fine when every other species seemed bent on breaking them down. He would have called it optimism had the music not been melancholy during the most lively of tunes, had the parents not clutched a bit too tightly to their offspring.
In a break from what seemed the tidal wave of conversation thrown at him (a man who had never talked much in the first place), he backstepped into the shadows, slipping perhaps too easily from the grip of the others. They were distracted, stupid--no wonder they couldn't protect themselves. Hurrying now, for fear of being missed, he turned around the building that held his room, pausing in front of it as he went to undo the lock inside. A clever trick, really--there was no doorknob, just a lock embedded in the door, manipulated by the more versatile elements.
The door swung open without any sign of the door unlocking, light flooding the shadowed side of the building.
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Post by Souleh on May 11, 2006 17:41:08 GMT -5
Just saving part of an AIM conversation...nothing to see here...
Queengal72 (4:27:14 PM): He needs, like, a random lesson on Understanding the Jinx and Not Letting Her Scare You. evanescentxxsoul (4:28:00 PM): Yeah. evanescentxxsoul (4:28:10 PM): Like...a class or sommat. Queengal72 (4:29:26 PM): Lesson one: Despite all of her pregnant dogy comments, she's probably not mad at you. Queengal72 (4:29:51 PM): Lesson Two: But if she is really mad at you, stop sulking, for Keehar's sake. evanescentxxsoul (4:30:37 PM): +writing down a little textbook for him+ Queengal72 (4:30:55 PM): Lesson Three: Hugs will save the world. Or at least your world. Multiple times. Queengal72 (4:31:22 PM): Lesson Four: Eliminate the words 'fine' and 'mm' from your vocabulary. evanescentxxsoul (4:32:15 PM): That's gonna be hard. evanescentxxsoul (4:32:17 PM): Both of those. Queengal72 (4:32:39 PM): Lesson Five: You have never known, will never know, and don't ever plan to know anyone named 'Elyse.' And you certainly don't angst about her /all the time/. And if you have to break these rules, she doesn't have to hear about it. evanescentxxsoul (4:32:58 PM): Also gonna be frekkin' hard. Queengal72 (4:33:33 PM): Lesson Six: Making out with other people at your birthday party that she's required to be at is a NO. Queengal72 (4:33:45 PM): So is ignoring her at said party. evanescentxxsoul (4:33:49 PM): xD Queengal72 (4:34:05 PM): You /are/ required to at least say hi. Queengal72 (4:35:58 PM): Lesson Seven: She loves her kid more than you. Don't /ever/ make a comment about her kid being ucky. Because she won't ever talk to you again. Or let you sleep in her house. evanescentxxsoul (4:36:12 PM): xD Queengal72 (4:36:35 PM): Swear to God he did that once. Made some comment on how Shannon's screwed everything up for him. Queengal72 (4:36:44 PM): And she's like, "/What/ did you say?" Queengal72 (4:37:03 PM): Idiot. evanescentxxsoul (4:37:34 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (4:37:55 PM): He taught her the quiet game. evanescentxxsoul (4:38:22 PM): Good thing she's competitive, or that would never work. Queengal72 (4:40:00 PM): Lesson Eight: She is right and you are wrong. If she decides that you were right, then she must have thought that from the start and just been pretending to think the wrong thing. (And you're still wrong.)
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Post by Souleh on May 13, 2006 0:05:33 GMT -5
And...another one...although, this one, if you want twisted comic relief, there really /is/ something to see here!
evanescentxxsoul (10:47:56 PM): Next thing you know you'll be like "Well, at least Jinx/Shannon is /canon/." And I'll be like "WTF? J/Sh is nothin' compared to J/A." Queengal72 (10:48:14 PM): -snickers- evanescentxxsoul (10:48:34 PM): xD Queengal72 (10:48:46 PM): Yeah. I thought of that a bit ago. Queengal72 (10:49:08 PM): Also randomly wondered what each 'ship would be randomly named, if they would have names. Queengal72 (10:49:21 PM): Remembered that I suck with names and gave up. evanescentxxsoul (10:50:02 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (10:50:06 PM): Shinx. Queengal72 (10:50:29 PM): -giggles- Queengal72 (10:50:32 PM): We're so effed up. evanescentxxsoul (10:50:38 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (10:50:39 PM): We are. evanescentxxsoul (10:50:58 PM): But Shinx is better than Jannon or Jinnon. Queengal72 (10:51:04 PM): True. evanescentxxsoul (10:51:13 PM): xP Queengal72 (10:52:23 PM): J/A is canon, but that's boring. J/Sh is so much funnerer. evanescentxxsoul (10:52:40 PM): xD Queengal72 (10:53:12 PM): -giggles- "J/Sh. Because without Jinx, who would make the pasghetti?" Queengal72 (10:53:54 PM): Although I'm happy with anything. evanescentxxsoul (10:54:03 PM): OMG THAT WINS THE INTERNET. Queengal72 (10:54:07 PM): ? evanescentxxsoul (10:54:40 PM): Queengal72 (10:53:12 PM): -giggles- "J/Sh. Because without Jinx, who would make the pasghetti?" Queengal72 (10:54:52 PM): Well, duh. Queengal72 (10:54:56 PM): Randomly popped into my head. evanescentxxsoul (10:55:23 PM): That rocks. evanescentxxsoul (10:56:01 PM): If we had avvies on CotM, I'd have to make that into one. Queengal72 (10:57:18 PM): I love us. Queengal72 (10:57:28 PM): Pity we don't have any other shippers to debate with. evanescentxxsoul (10:57:33 PM): I know. evanescentxxsoul (10:57:39 PM): We should pay people to read and ship. evanescentxxsoul (10:57:43 PM): xD Queengal72 (10:59:32 PM): But... They should be the ones paying us! evanescentxxsoul (11:00:06 PM): True. Queengal72 (11:01:56 PM): Or at least worshipping us. Queengal72 (11:02:26 PM): That would be so fun. evanescentxxsoul (11:02:29 PM): It would. evanescentxxsoul (11:02:33 PM): We'd be famous. evanescentxxsoul (11:02:59 PM): There'd be bad fanfic about Adrian sleeping with his shadow-servant-thing and Jinx getting jealous. Queengal72 (11:03:07 PM): -giggles- Queengal72 (11:03:33 PM): I dunno why, but I think it'd be cool to read random fanfics about your characters. Queengal72 (11:03:37 PM): Unless they did them wrong. evanescentxxsoul (11:03:43 PM): xD Queengal72 (11:04:31 PM): Like.... I dunno. Queengal72 (11:04:46 PM): Kind!Jinx. evanescentxxsoul (11:04:50 PM): But then we wouldn't get hilarious crack fics. Queengal72 (11:04:56 PM): True. evanescentxxsoul (11:05:58 PM): With, like, SuperSluddyByotchy!Shannon. Queengal72 (11:06:07 PM): -giggles- evanescentxxsoul (11:06:32 PM): Who pwns Kind!Jinx. Queengal72 (11:06:41 PM): Mmhmm. Queengal72 (11:07:44 PM): And then there'd be, like, huge debates on fansites. "Is J/A canon, or is -insert ship here that has yet to be done in the story when J/A crashes and burns-?" evanescentxxsoul (11:07:58 PM): xD Queengal72 (11:08:30 PM): I love my nonexistant fans. evanescentxxsoul (11:08:50 PM): Me too. Queengal72 (11:09:21 PM): Except I think, like, NC-17 Jinx/Shannon type fics would weird me out. evanescentxxsoul (11:09:47 PM): xD Queengal72 returned at 11:09:57 PM. Queengal72 (11:10:57 PM): As would debates on random character's sex life. Queengal72 (11:12:46 PM): But overall, very fun., Queengal72 (11:13:24 PM): Must figure out who Zack ships tomorrow. evanescentxxsoul (11:13:48 PM): xD Queengal72 (11:13:57 PM): Prolly J/A. Queengal72 (11:14:25 PM): But you never know evanescentxxsoul (11:15:11 PM): He's a Shadrian shipper in secret. Queengal72 (11:15:25 PM): -giggles hysterically- evanescentxxsoul (11:15:40 PM): xD Queengal72 (11:18:03 PM): Oh, God. And what would, like, random lists of most miserable cliches be for each ship? Queengal72 (11:18:57 PM): Like everyone who's J/Sh would go 'Shannon doesn't /just/ eat pasghetti! -sulk-' Queengal72 (11:19:07 PM): And then everyone else is all, 'Yeah, she does.' Queengal72 (11:19:11 PM): And they sulk more. evanescentxxsoul (11:19:22 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (11:22:03 PM): Shadrian would maintain that Adrian would have a healthy bodyweight because Shannon could possess him and make him eat.
There'd be millions of fics about them fighting about it. Queengal72 (11:22:19 PM): -giggles- Queengal72 (11:22:45 PM): There'd be thousands of Redeemed!Lucians and Redeemed!Glens, the same way it is for, like, Death Eaters in Harry Potter. evanescentxxsoul (11:23:36 PM): Creepy incestuous Redeemed!Lucian/Adrian pairings. evanescentxxsoul (11:24:35 PM): Redeemed!Glen/Jinx pairings that magically became the best parents ever for Shannon. Queengal72 (11:24:54 PM): Ew. Queengal72 (11:24:56 PM): -shivers- evanescentxxsoul (11:25:11 PM): And then, like, an Evil-ish!Adrian would get jealous and be the villain in the story. evanescentxxsoul (11:25:29 PM): By, like, kidnapping Shannon. Queengal72 (11:25:38 PM): And then Glen and Jinx are heartbroken, of course. Queengal72 (11:25:41 PM): And have to go save her. Queengal72 (11:25:48 PM): With the help of Redeemed!Lucian! evanescentxxsoul (11:26:39 PM): And then they subdue Evil-ish!Adrian in an epic fight that proves that humans can kick a darkie's ass super fast. evanescentxxsoul (11:28:02 PM): Followed by a mushy reunion. evanescentxxsoul (11:29:28 PM): And then Shannon reveals that during her time kidnapped she's fallen in love with Adrian and please don't hurt him. He was confused. Queengal72 (11:30:00 PM): And Jinx and Glen are angry with this, but Really Just Want What's Best For Shannon and allow it. Queengal72 (11:30:13 PM): Despite the part where Shannon is 13, for Christ's sake. evanescentxxsoul (11:30:17 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (11:30:37 PM): And then Adrian's either redeemed or there's a sequel where Shannon learns the error of her choice. Queengal72 (11:30:45 PM): And he's abusive. Queengal72 (11:30:51 PM): -hysterical giggling- evanescentxxsoul (11:30:55 PM): Yeah. evanescentxxsoul (11:31:17 PM): Then a Respectable Young Demon shows this to Jinx and Glen, who try to intervene. evanescentxxsoul (11:31:40 PM): As does Lucian, who is an honorary uncle. Queengal72 (11:32:34 PM): Exactly. Queengal72 (11:33:11 PM): And chapters later, after a few badly-written rape scenes, they recover Shannon. Queengal72 (11:33:28 PM): Who finds True Love with Respectable Young Demon. evanescentxxsoul (11:33:39 PM): Who's dashing and handsome. evanescentxxsoul (11:33:41 PM): And rich. evanescentxxsoul (11:33:44 PM): And noble. Queengal72 (11:33:58 PM): And the last of a rare species of demon. Queengal72 (11:34:02 PM): While Redeemed!Glen and Redeemed!Lucian beat Adrian into a bloody pulp. evanescentxxsoul (11:34:19 PM): And the fic writer overlooks his masochism and makes him beg for his life. evanescentxxsoul (11:34:37 PM): In an 'emotional' scene where the two noble men spare this pitiful creature's life. Queengal72 (11:35:25 PM): And then, because of this noble action, Glen gets killed. By Adrian. Queengal72 (11:35:44 PM): And Jinx and Lucian seek revenge, and halfway through realize that they <3 each other. evanescentxxsoul (11:36:06 PM): And though they have something that's beautiful, it's not what Jinx and Glen had, but she'll settle. evanescentxxsoul (11:36:14 PM): Because Shannon channels his ghost. evanescentxxsoul (11:36:19 PM): Who gives his blessing. Queengal72 (11:36:34 PM): But first Jinx has to angst for a while about how she's betraying him. evanescentxxsoul (11:36:39 PM): Of course. Queengal72 (11:38:06 PM): And Lucian about how he loves Jinx /so much/, and /always had/, and was willing to let his friend have her because he was so much better for her, and now he /doesn't want to hurt her/ while she's 'mourning' Glen's death. evanescentxxsoul (11:38:42 PM): Yep. evanescentxxsoul (11:39:52 PM): Then the story ends with them finally hunting Adrian down and killing him in a huge battle where they purify his rotten soul before he dies because they're just that nice. Ooh, and he screams a lot. evanescentxxsoul (11:39:57 PM): Then Jinx and Lucian have kids. Queengal72 (11:40:24 PM): Lots of them. Queengal72 (11:40:25 PM): Pretty ones. evanescentxxsoul (11:40:31 PM): And the non-human one turns out to be a Light Elementalist. evanescentxxsoul (11:40:53 PM): Who is wise beyond his years. Queengal72 (11:41:12 PM): And they name him Glen. evanescentxxsoul (11:41:16 PM): Of course. evanescentxxsoul (11:41:49 PM): And meanwhile Shannon and Respectable Young Demon are flourishing as adults by this time and they're getting married. evanescentxxsoul (11:42:02 PM): And Little Glen is their ring bearer. Queengal72 (11:42:12 PM): Of course. evanescentxxsoul (11:42:16 PM): And Jinx cries and Lucian makes a Moving Toast. evanescentxxsoul (11:42:47 PM): And it ends with 'Happily Ever After.' Queengal72 (11:42:52 PM): Mmhmm. evanescentxxsoul (11:43:06 PM): Then there's a sequel about...stuff. evanescentxxsoul (11:43:09 PM): xP evanescentxxsoul (11:43:28 PM): That is just silliness about Shannon and RYD's children. evanescentxxsoul (11:43:34 PM): Because they also have quite a few. evanescentxxsoul (11:43:45 PM): Even one that skipped demon or human and went right to fox. Queengal72 (11:43:53 PM): O.O Queengal72 (11:43:58 PM): That must have been interesting evanescentxxsoul (11:44:01 PM): But it can talk. evanescentxxsoul (11:44:05 PM): And it angsts a lot. Queengal72 (11:44:18 PM): About how it wants to be like it's family? evanescentxxsoul (11:44:25 PM): Yeah. evanescentxxsoul (11:44:47 PM): Then it gets run over by a car. evanescentxxsoul (11:44:53 PM): Saving its siblings' lives. evanescentxxsoul (11:45:03 PM): And Shannon's crushed and runs back to Jinx. evanescentxxsoul (11:45:24 PM): Who says wise things. Queengal72 (11:45:36 PM): (Jesus Christ. Jinx is a /grandmother/!) Queengal72 (11:45:47 PM): (Oh, sorry. Continue.) evanescentxxsoul (11:45:49 PM): And makes tea. evanescentxxsoul (11:46:11 PM): While Lucian worries. evanescentxxsoul (11:46:24 PM): And tries to calm down RYD. evanescentxxsoul (11:46:29 PM): Who is worried about his wife. evanescentxxsoul (11:46:34 PM): And their unborn child's health. evanescentxxsoul (11:47:17 PM): But then Little Glen gets a hold of this fox mutation thing and magically makes it alive again. evanescentxxsoul (11:47:20 PM): Except now it's white. Queengal72 (11:47:44 PM): -giggles- evanescentxxsoul (11:47:53 PM): And Shannon's so scared when she sees it so goes into labor. evanescentxxsoul (11:48:21 PM): Then there's a very comical panic scene. Queengal72 (11:48:39 PM): And then it's born. Queengal72 (11:48:49 PM): And it's a baby dolphin. evanescentxxsoul (11:48:56 PM): +giggle+ Queengal72 (11:49:12 PM): And RYD is curious as to what Shannon has been doing with his friend the Dolphin Demon lately. evanescentxxsoul (11:49:27 PM): And Shannon makes a teary apology. evanescentxxsoul (11:49:39 PM): But he doesn't forgive her and he goes back to his mama. evanescentxxsoul (11:49:52 PM): Leaving her with all their children. evanescentxxsoul (11:49:57 PM): All fifty-seven of them. Queengal72 (11:50:14 PM): O.O Queengal72 (11:50:22 PM): /Fifty-seven/? evanescentxxsoul (11:50:26 PM): Or ten. evanescentxxsoul (11:50:38 PM): Y'know. evanescentxxsoul (11:50:44 PM): Somewhere in that range. Queengal72 (11:50:50 PM): -giggles- Queengal72 (11:51:05 PM): And then Lucian dies! evanescentxxsoul (11:51:13 PM): And she goes and lives with Jinx because they're both crushed! Queengal72 (11:51:24 PM): And then, well, uhm. Queengal72 (11:51:30 PM): Jinx and Shannon love each other very much,. evanescentxxsoul (11:51:54 PM): And they fall in most definitely un-platonic love. evanescentxxsoul (11:52:28 PM): (This is where the fic writer gets flamed by anti-incest people and homophobes.) evanescentxxsoul (11:53:22 PM): And they have to explain it to Shannon's children that Mama and Grandma are sleeping together. Queengal72 (11:53:47 PM): And to Jinx's kiddies that yeah, I'm sleeping with your sister, so what? evanescentxxsoul (11:53:53 PM): Mmhmm. evanescentxxsoul (11:54:22 PM): Then the children all get confused and start falling for each other. Queengal72 (11:54:39 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (11:54:42 PM): Except for Little Glen. evanescentxxsoul (11:54:51 PM): Who has sworn to remain Pure. Queengal72 (11:55:08 PM): Until he gets married. -giggles- evanescentxxsoul (11:55:21 PM): So that he will never wind up like his wretched elementalist uncle. evanescentxxsoul (11:55:58 PM): 'Cause it was clearly sleeping with Ellie before they were married that turned him into such an evil bastard. Queengal72 (11:56:12 PM): Mmhmm. evanescentxxsoul (11:56:32 PM): Because Lucian can remember many fond memories that Adrian never told of the two spending Quality Time together as children. evanescentxxsoul (11:56:48 PM): But none after he slept with Ellie. Queengal72 (11:56:57 PM): xD Queengal72 (11:57:21 PM): Of course, Little Glen forgives his mom for anything that she might have done with Adrian. evanescentxxsoul (11:57:33 PM): She was clearly misled. Queengal72 (11:57:38 PM): Clearly. evanescentxxsoul (11:57:51 PM): Because he was an evil genius. evanescentxxsoul (11:57:58 PM): Despite being incredibly easy to defeat. evanescentxxsoul (11:59:26 PM): Ooh, and you can't forget how comforting Little Glen is when Shannon randomly angsts about being kidnapped and brainwashed by him. Queengal72 (11:59:56 PM): -giggles- Queengal72 (12:00:00 AM): This would be so fun to write. Queengal72 (12:00:04 AM): Not seriously, but... evanescentxxsoul (12:00:08 AM): It would. evanescentxxsoul (12:00:25 AM): Adrian would prolly get to say "Bwahahahahaha!" or something to that effect. evanescentxxsoul (12:00:30 AM): Or "You'll never get me alive!" Queengal72 (12:00:49 AM): Mmhmm.
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Post by Souleh on May 26, 2006 21:19:47 GMT -5
A random conversation that popped into my head on my stairs:
"You axed us all and you want me to forgive you?" "Yes. I don't see why not, darling." "You're completely insane!" "...Only a little. But my actions were justified." "By paranoid delusions!" "I'm neither paranoid nor delusional. Really Lucian...you'd think you'd know me better than that..." "Stop purring at me." "Come, now, love...stop being so terribly harsh with me..." "You didn't even apologize for killing us all." "Very bloodily." "See? You sound proud of yourself." "You weren't there to see the end result." "Gods, you're hopeless. Couldn't you have just...stayed the hell away?" "When everyone's finally coming into their memories? It was impossible to resist!" "Impulsive, too. I forgot to mention that with the insane part." "Charmingly impulsive." "Repulsively, you mean?" "Now there you go again, sounding all terribly harsh again!" "Nothing more than you deserve." "Really, you can't believe that, can you? I've spent an eternity paying the price for destroying myself and the other Guardians. Lousy reincarnation after lousy reincarnation...you know the gods dared to cast me as a slave?" "Sound reasonable. I hope they put your lovely girlish figure straight into hard labor." "And without powers, too!" "Oh, the horror." "Sarcasm is unappreciated. Unless you'd like to meet Leila." "Leila." "Mmhmm." "...Leila is a knife?" "Yes." "You named your knife." "You don't?" "...No." "Pity. I'm sure they'd make a lovely match. Just like us." "We weren't quite as lovely as you might think." "Oh, but we were. Regrettable as your element may be." "As my element? The symbol of all that is good, compared to your symbol of all that is evil?" "Your element that is so terribly harsh. Mine that is velvet and soft. We complement each other, love. Let me back in and you'll remember that." "I remember enough." "Then you remember how wonderfully happy I made you." "..." "Please, baby? You've got an arrogant bastard begging and you aren't going to give him what he wants? When it's what you want, under all that ugly hate and misunderstanding?" "You throw away Leila and her friends." "My knives?" "All of your sharp things. All of your weapons. Primitive. Modern. Especially anything sharp." "But my babies..." "Nothing's free anymore, Adrian." "Pity, really. Could have gotten away with charming you with amazing makeup secks in the past." "Oh, that part of the deal as well, of course." "Mmmm...excellent." "Fiend." "Shut up and help me get rid of that nasty reputation of you light elementalists being so very 'pure' and 'innocent.'"
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Post by Souleh on Jun 10, 2006 20:07:52 GMT -5
Illumination |3| So Much More Dismay In Empty Eyes
“What in the name of the Four are you doing?” His voice easily filled his small accommodations, although much quieter than one would expect, a carefully controlled sound promising an event to rival the apocalypse. Stretched out before him, his room was perfectly illuminated, to the point that he had to squint, his possessions carelessly thrown about, save for a small collection on the bed, which until a few moments ago Elyse had been studying. Now she faced him, her expression one of fear and cold defiance, eyes narrowed threateningly, daring her to lay a hand on her.
Dropping the item of clothing she held, the girl stared up at him as he closed the door, slowly approaching her, “I was right.”
“You ridiculous little child—“
“Don’t insult me, Obscuran! Coming to help us were you? Chase away our demons? Why would someone like you ever bother helping anyone but himself? What species do you work for—human, demon, vampire? Is their pay worth betraying your own kind?”
She was radiating light, making it nearly impossible for him to stare her down as he intended, his sensitive eyes protesting against the bright, burning light. At most, he was amused by how obvious her rage was, manifesting itself as her element, his own completely within him. Her accusations, however, were hardly humorous. “Do you have a mind, girl? You accuse me of betraying this pitiful little village merely because you find human clothing at the bottom of my drawer! Perhaps in some areas I do not wish to be recognized as an elementalist, hm?”
For a moment the girl hesitated, and he thought briefly that it would be easy to shut the fool up, only to have her quickly return to her enraged, desperate beliefs. “And the demon writings? The weapons made by their filthy breed? To use them requires training elementalists can’t offer—the demons hold it close to themselves.” Elyse lifted one distastefully, tossing the oddly shaped knife at him to prove her point, Adrian’s hand reflexively lifting to catch it. “They are inscribed with your first name and some—some demonic surname. What are you, some bastard half breed working for humans?”
He growled, a low, dangerous sound as he closed the existing space between them, close enough that Elyse could feel his breath on her forehead as he spoke. “My affairs and my breeding are my own.” His tone was cold, threatening, just as he wanted it to be. Dragging the cold steel of the flat of the blade in his hand along her arm, he couldn’t help but be satisfied with the shiver it sent through her, his own frame completely still.
“Betraying your own people will end only in pain for you, Obscuran.” She appeared determined to hold onto her silly image of him, her voice grave, as though she believed she was somehow wiser than he. It was all very aggravating.
Carefully turning the blade slightly, he drew the tiniest drop of blood, again running the flat of the blade along her arm, this time smearing a thin red stripe. “And what would you know of pain, princess?”
Her mouth opened in protest, probably to point out that, technically, she was not a princess, only to close again. Staring into his blank, cold eyes, she stepped away, one hand delicately covering the cut he had so precisely given her. “I hate you,” she murmured, brushing past him and out of his room, taking all of the blinding light with her.
Finally alone in the darkness, Adrian sighed softly, sagging a little as he began to put everything back in its proper place.
ZOMG A 'PAIN, PRINCESS' QUOTE.
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Post by Souleh on Jun 22, 2006 20:32:51 GMT -5
More AIM conversations. No need to observe. Really. I'm warning you. Stop reading. Teh patheticness will make you cry.
Queengal72 (4:02:29 PM): -cuddlesnug- I don't /just/ love you because Jinx would kill me if you suicided. You're, like. Awesome anyway or something. And the part where my characters (okay, just Jinx) enjoy snugging your characters is just, like. A perk or something. Queengal72 (4:02:30 PM): I think evanescentxxsoul (4:03:54 PM): +cuddlesnug+ Okay. Queengal72 (4:04:34 PM): -cuddlesnug- Unless I'm just a twisted vessel and, like. Jinx has taken over my mind and is willing to be nice to you in order to keep her twisted little family together. Queengal72 (4:04:37 PM): That's possible too. evanescentxxsoul (4:04:56 PM): +cuddlesnug+ Scary. Queengal72 (4:05:54 PM): -cuddlesnug- Jinx is like that. evanescentxxsoul (4:06:03 PM): +cuddlesnug+ Apparently. Queengal72 (4:07:32 PM): -cuddlesnug- And, like. Taking over your creator is sorta meaniebuttlike. But that would explain the complete and total obsession. evanescentxxsoul (4:07:47 PM): +cuddlesnug+ +gigglesnort+ evanescentxxsoul (4:08:12 PM): You need wimpier charries. Queengal72 (4:09:02 PM): No, I like Jinx better than any of yours. evanescentxxsoul (4:09:18 PM): pregnant dog. Queengal72 (4:09:33 PM): I can /write/ her. Queengal72 (4:10:00 PM): The others confuse me half to death. evanescentxxsoul (4:10:47 PM): Teehee. Queengal72 (4:12:01 PM): Adrian, for example. evanescentxxsoul (4:12:32 PM): Yeah, I win at him. Because he's mine. And stuff. Queengal72 (4:14:45 PM): Do not understand his attraction to violent human chick creature. At all. In any way, shape, or form. Or the part where he's put up with her this long. Or, like. The part where in the Thanksgiving thing, he still hasn't even touched his beer, to the point where Jinx has been making a lot of not so subtle "Give me your alcoholic beverage," comments. Queengal72 (4:14:54 PM): Why he does not drink it or give it to her, I do not know. evanescentxxsoul (4:15:37 PM): xP Queengal72 (4:15:54 PM): Or, like. Offer to split. evanescentxxsoul (4:16:05 PM): Just 'cause. Queengal72 (4:17:06 PM): Splitting beer with pretty girl in scary-tight dress /makes sense/ to me. Queengal72 (4:17:12 PM): Ignoring said beer does not. evanescentxxsoul (4:18:02 PM): Maybe he got stoned before dinner and he's not thinking clearly. evanescentxxsoul (4:18:08 PM): xP Queengal72 (4:19:39 PM): If he were a semi intelligent person, he would either give her the beer and, like. Make her go, "Squee!" and think he's nice. Queengal72 (4:19:41 PM): Or, like. Queengal72 (4:19:55 PM): Give her half of it and make her go, "Squee!" and think he's nice. evanescentxxsoul (4:20:05 PM): Eh. Queengal72 (4:20:52 PM): This is why Gabriel pwns Adrian. Queengal72 (4:21:03 PM): Gabriel gets her drunk. Queengal72 (4:21:04 PM): -nodnod- evanescentxxsoul (4:21:18 PM): d**n him! Queengal72 (4:22:19 PM): Adrian insists on remaining completely sober. evanescentxxsoul (4:23:09 PM): To maintain what minimal dignity he still has. Queengal72 (4:23:56 PM): .... So basically what you're saying is he's above getting Jinx drunk and doing questionable things while she's slightly less rational? evanescentxxsoul (4:24:08 PM): No. evanescentxxsoul (4:24:18 PM): He's above getting himself drunk in the process. evanescentxxsoul (4:24:19 PM): xP Queengal72 (4:25:14 PM): xD Wow. evanescentxxsoul (4:25:21 PM): Yeah. Queengal72 (4:26:51 PM): So he's /not/ above randomly getting her drunk? -distantly amused by this- evanescentxxsoul (4:28:05 PM): Perhaps. Queengal72 (4:28:11 PM): Wow. Queengal72 (4:28:20 PM): That's sorta sad. evanescentxxsoul (4:28:52 PM): Not very drunk. Queengal72 (4:29:20 PM): I don't know if he's good enough at influencing her to get her very drunk. evanescentxxsoul (4:29:35 PM): Well, that solves that, then. Queengal72 (4:30:02 PM): Maybe he should ask Gabriel for help. He seems to be pretty good at it. evanescentxxsoul (4:30:14 PM): Are you /mad/? Queengal72 (4:30:50 PM): -shrug- Queengal72 returned at 4:32:13 PM. evanescentxxsoul (4:32:46 PM): I just don't think Gabriel is going to want to help Adrian get Jinx drunk so that Adrian can do questionable things to her. Y'know. Just a feeling. Queengal72 (4:33:23 PM): Oh, it's not the getting drunk part that I think Adrian'd have a problem with. Jinx can do that on her own. evanescentxxsoul (4:33:38 PM): You know what I mean. evanescentxxsoul (4:35:20 PM): >.< Queengal72 (4:35:22 PM): I do... Queengal72 (4:35:29 PM): But how hard would it be? Queengal72 (4:36:07 PM): Jinx is off getting drunk with Gabriel somewhere, before the alcohol level actually sinks in, she remembers that she promised Adrian she'd hang out with him. Apologizes to Gabriel, runs off. Queengal72 (4:36:26 PM): Drunk Jinx is easy. Especially with Gabriel involved. Queengal72 (4:36:36 PM): It's the Adrian doing questionable things that I don't really see. Queengal72 (4:37:50 PM): Especially if he's sober. Queengal72 (4:38:12 PM): Seeing as, yanno, the only way to get him to freaking /cuddle/ her is, like. If he's been force fed sugar for hours. evanescentxxsoul (4:38:20 PM): True. evanescentxxsoul (4:38:24 PM): That poses a problem. Queengal72 (4:40:18 PM): I think if questionable things were to happen, it would be Jinx getting Adrian drunk. Queengal72 (4:40:22 PM): Not the other way around. evanescentxxsoul (4:40:55 PM): Yeah, that would be the way it went. evanescentxxsoul (4:41:34 PM): But if we had a fandom, there'd totally be Adrian-getting-Jinx-drunk fics. +nodnod+ Queengal72 (4:42:17 PM): And then what? Holding her hand? evanescentxxsoul (4:42:33 PM): xD Queengal72 (4:42:49 PM): I'm sorry, but /really/. evanescentxxsoul (4:43:13 PM): He really needs to take lessons from his other versions. evanescentxxsoul (4:43:18 PM): Just very /friendly/ person him up a /teensy bit/. Queengal72 (4:43:55 PM): Yeah. Queengal72 (4:44:13 PM): Frankly, I don't think there's anything he'd be able to get up the courage to do where he'd /need/ to get her drunk. evanescentxxsoul (4:44:34 PM): Yeah, pretty much. Queengal72 (4:47:33 PM): He'd get her drunk and either she'd scare him, or he'd go, "Oh my God oh my God oh my God," and just sort of go and hope she never noticed that he did it in the first place. evanescentxxsoul (4:48:20 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (4:51:20 PM): Teehee. Queengal72 (4:51:30 PM): Or he'd come up with the brilliant idea of getting her drunk. Queengal72 (4:51:35 PM): Actually manage to pull it off. Queengal72 (4:51:51 PM): And then have no idea what to do after the 'get Jinx drunk' stage. evanescentxxsoul (4:51:58 PM): Too true. Queengal72 (4:53:02 PM): It's like, "Wow. She's drunk... +blinkblink+ Now what?" Queengal72 (4:53:55 PM): Gabriel pwns Adrian in the 'do questionable things' category evanescentxxsoul (4:54:06 PM): ...Is that really a good thing? evanescentxxsoul (4:54:38 PM): Adrian is clearly more of a...um...gentleman. Or something. Yeah. Queengal72 (4:55:19 PM): It's not a /good/ thing. Queengal72 (4:55:31 PM): But a little questionability would be nice. evanescentxxsoul (4:56:01 PM): Adrian does questionable things. evanescentxxsoul (4:56:03 PM): In his head. Queengal72 (4:56:56 PM): Oh boy. evanescentxxsoul (4:57:18 PM): He is also very dashing and brave in his head. Queengal72 (4:57:45 PM): -giggles- Queengal72 (4:57:50 PM): Oh? evanescentxxsoul (4:59:04 PM): Just your average daydreams and such. Or while something is happening. It occurs to him that he could do +insert thing here+ but he usually doesn't. Queengal72 (4:59:40 PM): Like? evanescentxxsoul (4:59:46 PM): /Like/? Queengal72 (5:00:36 PM): /Details/. /Examples/. evanescentxxsoul (5:01:02 PM): I think this has actually come up in /the freaking role-play/ and you want examples? evanescentxxsoul (5:01:15 PM): Just go read. Queengal72 (5:01:16 PM): Interesting examples. evanescentxxsoul (5:01:20 PM): Jeebus. Queengal72 (5:02:41 PM): Jinx doesn't do daydreams. Queengal72 (5:02:51 PM): So they interest me. evanescentxxsoul (5:03:00 PM): o0' Queengal72 (5:03:03 PM): She tends to, like. Queengal72 (5:03:12 PM): Actually /do/ stuff rather than daydream about it. Queengal72 (5:03:23 PM): Which is probably why she got Gabriel. evanescentxxsoul (5:03:36 PM): Stoopie Gabriel. Queengal72 (5:04:10 PM): So that she can do stuff. Queengal72 (5:04:18 PM): Without worrying that he'll flip out. evanescentxxsoul (5:05:04 PM): Meh. Queengal72 (5:05:51 PM): Because she wants somebody she's allowed to /look at/, for Christ's sake. evanescentxxsoul (5:06:31 PM): She can look at Adrian. She just can't...stare. Queengal72 (5:06:48 PM): She can't watch him. Queengal72 (5:06:52 PM): She wants somebody she can watch. evanescentxxsoul (5:07:07 PM): Meh. Queengal72 (5:08:08 PM): And, like. Queengal72 (5:08:22 PM): /Touch/. Queengal72 (5:08:33 PM): Like, somebody who's capable of being maybe mildly questionable. Queengal72 (5:08:54 PM): Maybe she's overcompensating. evanescentxxsoul (5:09:09 PM): Mebbeh. Queengal72 (5:09:47 PM): I blame Adrian. Queengal72 (5:10:05 PM): She would not need to overcompensate if he wasn't basically asexual. evanescentxxsoul (5:10:21 PM): He just shy. Queengal72 (5:10:36 PM): For /two years/. evanescentxxsoul (5:11:08 PM): ...Very shy. Queengal72 (5:11:10 PM): Shy people usually figure out after that much time that you're not gonna hurt them. Queengal72 (5:11:17 PM): Even /very/ shy people. evanescentxxsoul (5:11:36 PM): Adrian's a Special Case. Queengal72 (5:13:07 PM): 'He was slowly growing more comfortable in Jinx's company, becoming more and more confident that she, at least, wasn't going to hurt him. Physically, at least.' Queengal72 (5:13:17 PM): Okay, he managed that in the first fifteen minutes or so. Queengal72 (5:13:59 PM): So why can't he figure out that she's basically not going to cut him up and sell his dismembered body parts on Ebay? evanescentxxsoul (5:14:30 PM): Because every once in a while she gets scary? Queengal72 (5:14:59 PM): Only when she's scared. evanescentxxsoul (5:15:17 PM): o0' Queengal72 (5:15:28 PM): Or bored. Queengal72 (5:15:32 PM): Both of which are his fault. evanescentxxsoul (5:15:43 PM): >.< Queengal72 (5:16:56 PM): And, like. Queengal72 (5:17:48 PM): 'Adrian smiled softly, glad to see she was happy again, forgetting himself for a moment, edging closer to Jinx. Wait! What was he /doing/!? A gap of a foot had been between them before, and he had lessened it to four inches, an obvious change. God, no, don't let her notice...' was the last time he ever actually seemed to initiate any sort of contact or even freaking come close to her when not under the influence of sugar. Queengal72 (5:18:09 PM): Oh, wait, nevermind. Queengal72 (5:18:20 PM): He snugged her once after watching her flip out and cry for ten minutes. evanescentxxsoul (5:18:32 PM): He's slow. Queengal72 (5:21:04 PM): Nothing has happened between the two of them that would be out of place with Jinx and /Shannon/ since 'A little romance never hurts.' Queengal72 (5:21:29 PM): (Actually, it's 'Romance never hurt anything...' but same difference.) evanescentxxsoul (5:22:01 PM): Wow. Queengal72 (5:22:17 PM): And before that, but whatever. Queengal72 (5:22:55 PM): And that only happened because /Shannon/ did something. evanescentxxsoul (5:23:29 PM): +giggle+ evanescentxxsoul (5:23:33 PM): That was cute. Queengal72 (5:24:42 PM): It was. Queengal72 (5:25:04 PM): Maybe if /Shannon/ takes a more active interest in the Jinx/Adrian relationship, something'll /happen/. evanescentxxsoul (5:25:24 PM): xD Queengal72 (5:27:48 PM): Seems more likely to be effective than random member of Jinx's family taking an interest. Although that would be interesting. "She likes you, pregnant dog, so just go and d**ned /do/ something." evanescentxxsoul (5:28:00 PM): xd evanescentxxsoul (5:28:02 PM): *xD Queengal72 (5:28:50 PM): "But-" "Before /I/ have to ask her for you. /Jesus/, boy." evanescentxxsoul (5:29:32 PM): +gigglesnort+ Queengal72 (5:31:56 PM): "I-" "Oh my /God/. Just /do/ it already! -shoves-" Queengal72 (5:32:19 PM): I can totally see, like. Any of the younger members of Jinx's family doing that. Queengal72 (5:34:18 PM): Or going and telling Jinx that Adrian wants to know if she'll be his girlfriend. Then going to Adrian and being, like. "Oh, I took the liberty of asking Jinx out for you. Be happy. She's over there, by the way. Go snog her or something. Before I have to shoot you for being a neglectful boyfriend." evanescentxxsoul (5:34:59 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (5:35:09 PM): I dunno which would disturb him more. Queengal72 (5:36:21 PM): Either way, they're not leaving him alone until something happens. Queengal72 (5:36:35 PM): Personally, "She likes you, pregnant dog," wins. evanescentxxsoul (5:36:42 PM): xD evanescentxxsoul (5:38:27 PM): They're both lovely. Queengal72 (5:38:53 PM): Depends how much they trust Adrian, 'cause the second one gives him a pretty good chance to be a pregnant dog to Jinx. Queengal72 (5:40:02 PM): So prolly the first and then if he doesn't do anything, they grab him (maybe two people, and each grabs an arm?) and they drag him off. Like.. "Jinx! Adrian has something he wants to ask you!" "-all heads turn-" evanescentxxsoul (5:40:36 PM): +giggle+ Queengal72 (5:41:56 PM): Dunno if Adrian'd be a meaniebutt or if he'd cooperate, though. evanescentxxsoul (5:42:56 PM): I think he'd cooperate in the hopes that the torture will eeeeeend. Queengal72 (5:43:54 PM): Jinx would have no sympathy. evanescentxxsoul (5:44:37 PM): Ouch. Queengal72 (5:45:01 PM): I can sorta see, like. Him being like, "Help?" and she's just like, "You're on your own, kiddo." evanescentxxsoul (5:45:32 PM): Ouch. evanescentxxsoul (5:46:18 PM): That'd be royally amusing, though. Queengal72 (5:46:51 PM): What? The part where Adrian's being held by two random members of Jinx's family in front of her, and everyone's watching him and expecting him to say something? evanescentxxsoul (5:47:23 PM): Yeah. Queengal72 (5:48:08 PM): I'd just wanna know what he says. evanescentxxsoul (5:48:42 PM): Probably be incoherent for a bit. evanescentxxsoul (5:54:30 PM): But that's a given. Queengal72 (5:55:56 PM): Jinx would find this hysterically funny evanescentxxsoul (5:56:56 PM): And then settle for saying hi. Queengal72 (5:57:27 PM): -giggles- evanescentxxsoul (5:57:38 PM): Probably preceded by an 'um.' Queengal72 (5:57:53 PM): Random family members would, like. Thwack him. But not. Queengal72 (5:58:03 PM): More like, "/AND/? -insert threatening look here-" evanescentxxsoul (6:01:13 PM): Poor ickle Adri. "So. Um. I was, um, wondering...+insert pleading for help and/or mercy look here+" Queengal72 (6:02:03 PM): And Jinx is like, "Oh?" And Random Family Members (RFM) are, like. Ever-so-discreetly elbowing him. evanescentxxsoul (6:06:33 PM): "Ifyouevermaybesortakindaeverconsideredpossiblybeingmygirlfriendorsomething? +almost faints from teh stress xD+" evanescentxxsoul (6:07:41 PM): Poor cute little Adri. Queengal72 (6:09:56 PM): ... This is the point where Jinx starts giggling hysterically. evanescentxxsoul (6:10:46 PM): And Adrian, who is already very red, turns purple. Queengal72 (6:11:53 PM): And Jinx glares at RFM, who by this point are denying that they did it. Queengal72 (6:12:29 PM): Jinx then poke/jabs Adrian in the gut and runs off. evanescentxxsoul (6:13:13 PM): o0' evanescentxxsoul (6:13:35 PM): WTF? Queengal72 (6:14:20 PM): Just because Adrian's an idiot and is randomly asking this in front of /her entire family/ doesn't mean she's going to /answer/ in front of her /entire family./ evanescentxxsoul (6:15:15 PM): But does she have to poke/jab him in the gut? Queengal72 (6:15:24 PM): Yes. Queengal72 (6:15:45 PM): Oh, and it doesn't help that prescence of RFM makes her pretty convinced that this is some cruel joke. evanescentxxsoul (6:17:13 PM): Wow. Queengal72 (6:17:45 PM): Oh, and Adrian doesn't deserve a response unless he can ask without being dragged over. evanescentxxsoul (6:18:18 PM): Ouch. Queengal72 (6:21:19 PM): Hopefully Adrian will have shown some distant sign of intelligence and chosen to do it himself once RFM point out to him that, "If you do it yourself, you probably don't have to have everyone watch you screw up." evanescentxxsoul (6:21:56 PM): Yeah. evanescentxxsoul (6:22:07 PM): He's not /that/ stupid. Queengal72 (6:23:15 PM): Jinx still isn't going to be /nice/, but... evanescentxxsoul (6:25:00 PM): He doesn't have to have everyone watch him mess it all up. Queengal72 (6:25:28 PM): And watch Jinx screw with him for, like, an hour before actually giving a proper answer, yes. evanescentxxsoul (6:26:40 PM): An /hour/. Queengal72 (6:26:54 PM): Maybe longer. Queengal72 (6:26:56 PM): Maybe less. evanescentxxsoul (6:27:19 PM): Wow. evanescentxxsoul (6:27:33 PM): Either way, very painful for Adrian. +patshim+ Queengal72 (6:27:57 PM): Basically until he, like. Completely freaks out. evanescentxxsoul (6:29:13 PM): o0' Queengal72 (6:29:31 PM): And/or, like. Starts crying or something. evanescentxxsoul (6:29:56 PM): Evil. Queengal72 (6:31:25 PM): Hopefully it wouldn't take /too/ long for him to flip. Queengal72 (6:31:30 PM): He'd prolly already be stressed. evanescentxxsoul (6:32:47 PM): Yeah. Queengal72 (6:33:24 PM): From, yanno. Tormenting of random family members. And this whole, "Go ask her, pregnant dog," thing evanescentxxsoul (6:33:57 PM): And actually asking her. evanescentxxsoul (6:34:37 PM): There'd probably be, like, little red flashing lights and sirens going off in his head by the time he finishes asking her. Queengal72 (6:35:44 PM): And then she's like, "What'd you say?" "No, really, what?" "Huh?" And then once this has continued for a while, she'd just randomly switch the topic completely. Queengal72 (6:35:52 PM): "I like blue. Isn't blue a pretty color?" evanescentxxsoul (6:37:42 PM): "Yes, very pretty, but that isn't really an answer to what I asked you could you maybe try that please?" xP Man, Jinx is evil incarnate. Or something. Queengal72 (6:39:02 PM): "But I like blue. A lot. You know what's another pretty color? Red." Just mildly sadistic. evanescentxxsoul (6:40:50 PM): "+whimperwhine+ Very pretty, now can't you /please/ focus on what I asked you for a second and give me an answer please?" Just a leeeeeetle. Queengal72 (6:41:46 PM): "But we're talking about colors, not the question you asked me. -nodnod-" She likes... playing with him. evanescentxxsoul (6:42:50 PM): "+begging with teh eyes+ +whine+ Maybe we could change the subject please?" I noticed. Queengal72 (6:43:24 PM): "That's a wonderful idea! Why don't we talk about /shapes/, now. I like triangles." Queengal72 (6:43:29 PM): Very much so. evanescentxxsoul (6:45:24 PM): "+more begging with teh eyes+ +whimperwaverywhine+ That's not what I meant..." It's terribly cruel of her. It's going to make his brain explode. Queengal72 (6:46:11 PM): "You don't want to talk about triangles? What about circles?" Probably. evanescentxxsoul (6:48:46 PM): "+seeabove+ +except increasingly desperate sounding+ /Please/ just give me an answer to what I asked..." Or implode. One of the two. Queengal72 (6:49:44 PM): "What'd you ask again? I forgot, we were having such a wonderful conversation about circles..." -shrug- evanescentxxsoul (6:51:31 PM): "+seeabove+ You can't have possibly forgotten /already/. +takes this as a very bad sign for the possibility of a 'yes'+" I vote implosion. 'Tis cooler. Queengal72 (6:52:09 PM): "Well, I have, so why don't you just repeat the question?" Wow. evanescentxxsoul (6:54:04 PM): "+like, barely not crying+ +'cause he's convinced this means she'll say no anyways+ +and it's painful either way+ I. Asked you. Ifmabyeyou'vevermaybesortakindaconsideredbeingmygirlfriend. Orsomething." Well, it /is/. Queengal72 (6:55:05 PM): "/Ohhhh/. -blink- -sorta seeming to consider- I dunno. What do you /want/ me to say?" It is. evanescentxxsoul (6:56:31 PM): "+twitch+ +really trying very hard not to implode and cry and be generally more pathetic than usual+ Isn't that sort of obvious? +realleh quiet, that+" Hooray agreement! Queengal72 (6:57:42 PM): "Just say it? Please?" I'd rather he didn't actually /implode/. Queengal72 returned at 6:58:06 PM. evanescentxxsoul (6:59:46 PM): "+realleh realleh quiet+ I was hoping maybe you'd say yes?" Yeah. Then he'd be a BLACK HOLE. +giggle+ Oh, my. What a pun. Queengal72 (7:00:35 PM): "... That's sort of stupid of you. Why?" ... Wow. evanescentxxsoul (7:03:53 PM): "+ouch+ +has noticed that at some point he's started crying quite discreetly+ I--don't know." Yeah, that was bad. Queengal72 (7:06:27 PM): "Shh.... Well, what do you /think/ I'm going to say?" Yeah. evanescentxxsoul (7:08:27 PM): "+not as discreetly anymore+ I don't know anymore!" Oh, well. Queengal72 (7:11:35 PM): "Guess. You're not a complete idiot. -sorta watching-" ... The random systematicness of this is really weirding me out. -pokes Jinx- evanescentxxsoul (7:16:47 PM): "+trying to make it discreet+ I'm beginning to think I am. +biteslip+ Yes, maybe? +chooses that 'cause he mostly doesn't want to even say 'no'+ +not 'cause he's all hopeful and stuff, that's just not his style+" It's too sensical or something like that. +nodnod+ Queengal72 (7:19:18 PM): "... That was the original answer, yes." Ja. She should not be this calm while he's spazzing out. evanescentxxsoul (7:20:35 PM): "+blinksniff+ Really?" Yeah, it's kind of alarming. Queengal72 (7:22:33 PM): "-shrug- That was the plan." Like. Skeery!Jinx. -nodnod- evanescentxxsoul (7:25:39 PM): "+sort of confused by it all, now+ Oh. Okay. +wipes cheeks+ +but not eyes, 'cause then everything'd get even more smudged than what tears can do+" 'Skeery'? Queengal72 (7:27:04 PM): "-sort of amused looking- Of course, since you've almost certainly decided by now that you wouldn't want to go through with it anyway, it's not exactly like my opinion matters." Yes. Skeery. It sounds better than scary. evanescentxxsoul (7:28:14 PM): "+is all like, 'oh *bleep*'+ No! No! I haven't decided that at all! +frantic sounding enough, Adri?+" Not really. Queengal72 (7:29:10 PM): "Liar." It sounds sharp and pointy. Or maybe that's just me. evanescentxxsoul (7:30:19 PM): "I'm not lying, I /swear/." It sounds like something from 'Aaaah! Real Monsters!' Queengal72 (7:31:27 PM): "... Idiot." xD evanescentxxsoul (7:32:03 PM): "+blink+ What?" What's so 'xD'? Queengal72 (7:33:47 PM): "... Nothing. -sigh- You need to wash your face. And put on new eyeliner. Or they'll leave you alone for spazzing out." ... Long story. evanescentxxsoul (7:37:13 PM): "+sortablush+ Oh. Right. +sorta inch toward teh bathroom+" o0? Queengal72 (7:40:21 PM): "-snug- Smile or something, will you?" .. There's apparently thunderstorms or lightning or something in this area and I'm supposed to turn off my computer. evanescentxxsoul (7:42:40 PM): "+snugsortasmile+ Um, okay." What, nu! Queengal72 (7:44:26 PM): "-smiles- Good." Sorry... Apparently 'severe' thunderstorms. Till one, says mom, but probably not actually. If it stops raining and suchlike I'll turn my computer on again, but... -shrug- You be on tomorrow? evanescentxxsoul (7:45:31 PM): "+teh awkward+ I'm going to go wash..." +sulk+ No. Birthday party for Marcella. Queengal72 (7:46:12 PM): "Okies." d**n.... Sorry, but I really don't wanna let my computer die... Hopefully it'll stop soon, 'kay? -snug- See you. evanescentxxsoul (7:46:36 PM): "+go washes+" Hopefully. +snug+ Bye, heart.
Oh, my. Sorry.
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Post by Souleh on Sept 22, 2006 22:45:37 GMT -5
...Only the hottest AIM convo evar.
xblackestxxrosex (8:00:40 PM): ...Uhm, hi? sharpiexxgirl (8:01:54 PM): -huh- -I'm not in a good mood, soo...-
Gabriel: Hello. -insert sorta not really snuggling Jinx here- xblackestxxrosex (8:02:42 PM): ...+awkward+ sharpiexxgirl (8:04:28 PM): -let's put Gabriel on the default for now, shall we, dearlings?- -maybe sort of amused but this- We've never been properly introduced, I suppose? I'm Jinx's boyfriend. Gabriel. -is enjoying this waaaay too much- xblackestxxrosex (8:06:05 PM): Adrian. Pleasure to meet you. +is not+ sharpiexxgirl (8:07:28 PM): The pleasure's all mine. I've heard lots about you, of course. -sort of looks down at Jinx- -who, we will say, is just being quiet and looking bemused for the moment- xblackestxxrosex (8:08:31 PM): Mm. Nothing too horrid, I hope. +god, he's so good at a monotone+ sharpiexxgirl (8:13:24 PM): Nothing too bad, no. She seems... quite fond of you, although I can't imagine /why/. Apparently you two have been... friends... for quite a while? -and I think that Jinx might be dead- -or unconscious or something- -or maybe she just wants to see how this is going to play out- xblackestxxrosex (8:14:35 PM): +trying so hard not to be offended by the 'why' comment+ +and failing miserably+ Yes. We have. sharpiexxgirl (8:16:03 PM): And how did /that/ happen? You are definitely very... different people. -but I like the dead thing, let's go with that- -or maybe it's not Jinx who's dead- -maybe Adrian's died and gone to hell?- xblackestxxrosex (8:17:24 PM): Befriending yourself is boring. The differences make things interesting. +OH NOES+ sharpiexxgirl (8:21:09 PM): And do you have /any/thing in common? -yup, Jinxie's dead- xblackestxxrosex (8:22:16 PM): Maybe. sharpiexxgirl (8:27:52 PM): So, what you're saying is, no, not really. -DEAD- -like Ellie- -soon worms will be eating her flesh- xblackestxxrosex (8:29:56 PM): No. I said /'maybe'/. +OHNOES+ sharpiexxgirl (8:33:07 PM): But you can't think of anything. -xD- xblackestxxrosex (8:38:27 PM): ...Or I really don't care enough about your opinion to indulge you. +...holy crap+ +WHERE IS ADRIAN WHO IS THIS PERSON+ sharpiexxgirl (8:39:41 PM): -it's sekaretly Jinx- -that's what she's been doing- -possessing Adrianomg- Also a possibility. -is pretending that he didn't just twitch- xblackestxxrosex (8:42:40 PM): +wow+ +HAHAADRIANMADEGABRIELTWITCH+ ...Less of a possibility, more of a fact. It's my motives, after all. It would be troubling if I didn't know my reasons for something so trivial. +he is so hot he sizzles <3+ sharpiexxgirl (8:44:13 PM): -and Jinx is sort of blinking- -discreetly- From what I've heard, it wouldn't be the only 'troubling' thing about you. xblackestxxrosex (8:48:32 PM): ...I have my faults. sharpiexxgirl (8:49:03 PM): Rather major faults. xblackestxxrosex (8:50:47 PM): I never said they weren't. sharpiexxgirl (9:00:11 PM): ... Well, one of /my/ major faults is that unlike some people, I have a job, and I have to go to sleep. So, goodbye, Adrian... -insert gratuitous snogging here- Night, Jinx. -and he runs off- -except that he doesn't run- -and back to Jinx again-
-here's Jinxomg- ... Hi. xblackestxxrosex (9:01:02 PM): +discreet nose wrinkle at snogging+ Hi. sharpiexxgirl (9:01:57 PM): That was... interesting. xblackestxxrosex (9:02:10 PM): Quite. sharpiexxgirl (9:02:33 PM): So you're admitting that you're screwed up to random strangers, now? xblackestxxrosex (9:03:30 PM): He isn't that /random/. sharpiexxgirl (9:03:50 PM): True. Not to you, anyway. xblackestxxrosex (9:05:11 PM): Mm. sharpiexxgirl (9:07:09 PM): -looks sort of disappointed- -le sigh- -and yay Adrian plushie- -is poking it and sort of looks like she's talking to it, which is creepy- I /hate/ 'mm.' I'm going to take that freaking letter out of the alphabet one of these days. xblackestxxrosex (9:09:00 PM): But then you couldn't spell...+pausethinkthink+ 'magic' or 'am' or 'maim.' sharpiexxgirl (9:09:27 PM): So? sharpiexxgirl (9:11:04 PM): I never liked any of those words anyway. xblackestxxrosex (9:12:20 PM): Well, the point is that 'm' is important. sharpiexxgirl (9:13:53 PM): Not really. You can say /anything/ without it. Except you can't say "OMGJINXILOVEYOU." Which could be an issue. "OGJINXILOVEYOU" isn't quite the same. xblackestxxrosex (9:15:33 PM): Exactly. If you get rid of 'm', how will I be able to confess my deep and undying love for you? sharpiexxgirl (9:19:45 PM): You wouldn't anyway. So it's irrelevant. xblackestxxrosex (9:21:58 PM): Assumptions, assumptions. sharpiexxgirl (9:24:01 PM): Is that a confession of your deep and undying love for me? -really wishes she could do the eyebrow thing- xblackestxxrosex (9:24:32 PM): It could be. xblackestxxrosex (9:24:38 PM): +OMGWTFISHEHIGH?+ sharpiexxgirl (9:25:35 PM): -I don't think so- -just really, really hot- Oh? xblackestxxrosex (9:26:33 PM): +I know+ +I want to jump him right now+ Telling would make it far too /easy/. +insert Souleh panting+ sharpiexxgirl (9:31:28 PM): -I'm sure Jinx shares your thoughts- So you're going to torment me? That would be incredibly cruel. xblackestxxrosex (9:33:58 PM): Poor, /poor/ Jinx. +the hottest hint of a smirk EVAR+ sharpiexxgirl (9:39:10 PM): -and you're not at all biased- -poutsulk- I know. I'm so unloved and abused. sharpiexxgirl (9:42:12 PM): -and then Gabriel bursts in- -uhm, kidding- xblackestxxrosex (9:42:27 PM): Oh, Jinx, you're just /assuming/ again that no one loves you. sharpiexxgirl (9:43:44 PM): Well, what am I supposed to do, then? xblackestxxrosex (9:46:25 PM): A little /research/, maybe? +and that is the cue for Jinx to tacklesnog him+ sharpiexxgirl (9:50:30 PM): -oh, what the heck, let it never be said that I couldn't follow directions- -tacklesnog- xblackestxxrosex (9:51:34 PM): +tacklesnogged+ +snog back+ +without skipping a beat this time!+ sharpiexxgirl (9:54:29 PM): -yay, we're so proud of him- -oh, and yeah, I suppose there's snogging going on, most likely- xblackestxxrosex (9:55:15 PM): +I'm so jealous of Jinx right now+ +snog+ sharpiexxgirl (9:56:14 PM): -she would tell you to go to hell, but she's a little busy right now- -snog- xblackestxxrosex (9:56:40 PM): +WAHMYSOULHOWDARESHE+ +snog+ sharpiexxgirl (9:57:32 PM): -uhm, she's possessive?- -and currently with about twelve boys, but she thinks she can deal with that later- -snog- xblackestxxrosex (9:58:01 PM): +kill Gabriel!+ +snog+ sharpiexxgirl (9:58:57 PM): -you have no idea how tempting it would be to have him walk in, but he's asleep prolly- -snog- xblackestxxrosex (9:59:20 PM): +that would be so awesome+ +like, fight!+ +snog+ sharpiexxgirl (10:00:06 PM): -I'm definitely considering it- -should I?- -snog- xblackestxxrosex (10:00:32 PM): +that'd be so awesome+ +do it, I triple dog dare you+ +snog+ sharpiexxgirl (10:01:07 PM): -okay- -snog-
Gabriel: O.O What the bloody hell are you /doing/? xblackestxxrosex (10:03:05 PM): +snog+ +jump+ +end snog+ +sorta push Jinx off but very wussy-y+ +sit up+ ...Uhm, hi, Gabriel. xblackestxxrosex (10:19:07 PM): +...+ sharpiexxgirl (10:19:37 PM): -sort of eyeroll- -pulls Adrian closer because he's an idiot- -not sure if that's protective, or an attempt to not let him weasel his way out of it- -and now Tori has no idea what to do- What did it /look/ like we were doing? ... And besides, he started it.
Gabriel: -is still sort of O.Oing- -and gives up on words- -because Tori is lazy and you're impatient- xblackestxxrosex (10:22:00 PM): Oh, dear, I'm such a homewrecker. +I really think he might be high tonight+
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Post by Souleh on Oct 16, 2006 17:31:40 GMT -5
100 Questions. Original!Adrian.
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Adrian Phillip Caldik.
2. Where and when were you born?
January 23. In a…hospital?
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
They’re, uhm, dead. Ayden Caldik…I think he was a…business lawyer? Or something. He was an elitist and didn’t really bother with me except to point out that I had messed up again. And my mother, Claudia. She stayed home. It was what Father wanted, so she did. That was how things worked. Mother did what he wanted and he…let me take care of her when she was…ill.
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
I have four brothers. Three of them are dead. Frederick was the oldest. He was the only one who got married, and he had three boys. Colin, Casey, and…Calvin. I think. He was basically always a father, so it worked out. Kristopher was next. He was…very not right. Marcus. I think he was the closest one to being a decent human being. He liked to cook, but I think he gave that up when Father said it wasn’t proper. And then Lucian, the only one who is alive. He is something of a control freak and a sadist. I don’t like to talk about him.
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
I live with Jinx and the rest of her merry band. There is, of course, Jinx. She is completely unpredictable and fairly aggravating at times. She makes me eat and is always doing something that either confuses me or upsets me. Somehow I like her anyway. She did let me live with her, after all. Her adopted daughter, Shannon, also lives with her. She happens to be my godchild. The coincidence is fairly frightening. She is a sweet girl, even if she doesn’t really observe demon etiquette by keeping her mouth shut about what goes on in our heads. Jinx’s nephew, Kenji, is not sweet. He thought I was a girl, d**n it. Which I am not. I believe he has yelled at me once or twice as well.
6. What is your occupation?
I don’t have one. Sometimes I send art to Dmitri and he sells it off for me, but I have no official ‘occupation.’
7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
I am…six foot four, or somewhere around there. My weight is irrelevant. The scale around here says it is 107 pounds, but that has to be wrong. I am just…fat. I have naturally black hair that is basically straight, which I keep long, generally somewhere between my chin and my shoulders. It varies. My eyes are also black, but if anyone somewhat hostile towards inhumanity asks, they are dark brown. I will always, always be wearing eyeliner, unless something has gone wrong or I have just gotten out of bed without a chance to do my make-up. Eye shadow and anything related to my lips varies depending on my mood. I am naturally pale and I will never make any effort to change this. There are various scars on my wrists, but I won’t go into that. I have a brand on my upper…right arm, I think. 0125. My neck has some faint burn marks, but it really doesn’t matter. My back has two distinct scars from where my wings were ripped off, along with a scrap of wing skin still left on it. My tattoo is also on my back. It is a solar eclipse, for obvious reasons. My nose is pierced, as is my lip, although I don’t often bother wearing anything in them. My ‘style of dress’ varies depending on my mood. I gravitate toward dark colors and fairly feminine things. There are a number of girls’ jeans in my wardrobe, along with a few non-jean black men’s, from very small to very large. I wear mostly graphic tee shirts, dress shirts, and sweaters. My arms are always covered.
8. To which social class do you belong?
I am not human. I can be bought and sold. I am viewed as a pet of Jinx’s. What social class do you <I>think</I> I belong in?
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
I have very little athletic stamina and an extremely weak immune system. I also have trouble with the sun and burn much more easily than your average fair-skinned human. Normal light also gives me problems with my eyes, although I have learned to adjust to it.
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
I am ambidextrous.
11. What does your voice sound like?
I don’t know. It certainly isn’t very loud, and it isn’t very low, either. Not that it could be mistaken for a girl’s. Sometimes I have trouble being heard when people are very loud, or I have trouble with it wavering, so I doubt it could be called ‘strong.’
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
“I can’t”, “Please”, “Humans”, “Stop it”, “Kill me” and its variations, “Ellie”, “Fine”, and that’s all I can think of off the top of my head.
13. What do you have in your pockets?
Lint. Some change. My wallet, which is basically more of a picture album than a way to carry around money.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Uhm, I tend to left one of my eyebrows a lot. I also look down and have trouble making eye contact. I chew on my lip or mess with it in other ways, too. I don’t know. Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
Hah. It was pathetic. I was a slave for half of it, and the other half I spent as a test subject, right into my teens.
16. What is your earliest memory?
I have a faint recollection of my Mother screaming when I showed her that I could bend shadow. She called Father and he dragged me up into the attic.
17. How much schooling have you had?
None.
18. Did you enjoy school?
How could I have? I didn’t have any.
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
I taught myself to read in the attic of the Manor. I had a rough understanding of how to use my element by the time I was sold, and at the lab there was an extensive amount of training. After our escape, I continued the training in hopes of managing some kind of control. Drawing came somewhat naturally, although it certainly helped that Ellie encouraged it.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
I had a bit of hero worship for Seamus during our lab years. He was generally unfazed by whatever they threw at us and much more rebellious that I could have ever hoped to be. It eventually developed into something like a crush, which wound up driving him away.
Elyse was also very high up. She was very decisive and had a general plan of how she wanted her life to go. She was a leader. It was easy to admire her, especially when she was just so ridiculously kind to me. I didn’t deserve it.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Pitifully. I was their scapegoat and their slave, nothing more. My mother was somewhat kinder, considering that she was not actually a Caldik and had not grown up with those beliefs, but she had her own problems. I was too busy taking care of her for her to mother me. Around 19, I worked for my brother, and that was just a…mess.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Free and human. I was deluded.
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
I adored being able to hide away in my attic and read, teach myself to read, or indulge in my ‘dirty little secret.’ I would draw as well. These all carried over the rest of my life.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
I was quiet and obedient. I did a lot of crying, which got me in trouble until I learned how to be quiet and all around subtle about it. I kept to myself and as a very young child was somewhat confused about the world. The older I got, the less I believed in humanity’s overwhelming superiority. By now, it is more of an acknowledgment that inhumanity is outnumbered and that it’s just the way things are.
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Of course I wasn’t. Excluding Seamus, who was a complete bastard and ditched me, I had a grand total of three friends.
Elyse Dien was the first. She talked me down when I was about to jump off a bridge. It was quite possibly the worst choice she ever made. She was beautiful and a good person. The only thing she ever wanted was for all of us to be happy. Of course, she was convinced that she knew just how that was possible, but she was the first one who really gave a d**n in a long time. I would have done anything for her, no questions asked, no grudges held.
Dmitri Loschin was a childhood friend of Ellie’s. She introduced him to me. He is a pretty good guy, if a bit naïve about things. I called him Angel. His hair color was always changing and one of the first things we did together was a lesson in the appropriate uses of eyeliner. I crashed at his house a lot because his parents were much more open-minded than Ellie’s. He was obsessed with animals and was often right there with Ellie trying to remedy my bad habits.
Kenton Thomas was another of Ellie’s friends. She introduced him to me at the same time as Dmitri. The first thing he said when he saw me was “What the hell?” but he changed his mind about me eventually. He was obsessed with body modification; my tattoos and piercings are because of him. He was a good guy that didn’t want people to know he was a good guy, and had a way of crossing his arms and flexing to look intimidating when he first met someone. It was just he, his father, and his sister Kimberly at his house—I have no idea where his mother was, he never talked about it. He spent almost as much time at Dmitri’s as I did. He enjoyed cultivating some of my bad habits. He and I were usually the ones that wound up wasted at any parties they actually got me to go to.
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
With Ellie. I was fifteen and it was not far after my suicide attempt. We were both blushing and she told me that she was terrified after we kissed. I promised her that I would do my best to never, ever hurt her.
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
I…no. With Ellie. We were…sixteen or seventeen, I believe. It was late and it had been one of the best nights of our time together and things just…happened. I have never regretted something so much.
28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
I figured out what I was at a very early age. I don’t even remember it. I do know that I had wanted a toy that Lucian had got, and somehow that led to me showing my mother how I could bend a shadow to look like it. There was a very long time that I didn’t know what I was, just that I was some kind of freak. Other prisoners at the lab were kind enough to explain to me what I was as soon as I stopped sobbing. Part 3: Past Influences 29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
I would have to say that it is the night I attempted suicide. Had I jumped a little earlier or Ellie showed up later, my life would have ended that night. As it is, I am still alive, a murderer, and want nothing more than to go back in time and push myself off the ledge.
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
It is either Ellie or my brother Lucian. Ellie had the most positive influence on me, and for a while I was even happy with her. She also had the worst influence, in a way, considering that it was her death that made me who I am today. However, Lucian has been messing with me since I was born and he decided he needed to defend his territory. He was also the one that put the idea of jumping off a bridge in my head—not that I hadn’t been considering suicide for a long time, but he was the one to give a definite way and a definite time. The fact that he also had an effect on Ellie probably makes him the winner.
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
None of my ‘achievements’ are particularly great or notable. But I do believe that escaping from the lab with Seamus was a very difficult task. Of course, it would have been better for the rest of the world if I had stayed, but it was one of the only very rebellious things I have done. Considering that most of the strategy can be credited to me, I have to take the tiniest bit of pride in it.
32. What is your greatest regret?
That is easy. My greatest regret is ever sleeping with Ellie. I killed her that night, because of what we did. I will never be able to forgive myself, nor do I deserve to.
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
See above.
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
I suppose being a fugitive government lab specimen could count as a criminal record, especially after severely injuring a number of their guards on our way out.
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
Watching myself destroy the only person who would love me unconditionally. You will never understand the sort of absolute terror of yourself that comes with that.
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
This is fairly difficult. It might be a toss-up between when one of my brothers tied me to a ceiling fan during a party and I eventually wound up throwing up all over myself when they let me down and having Ellie, Dmitri, and his mother catch me purging.
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
Not jumping off of that bridge. Everyone would be so much better off if I had died before I could have made an impact on anyone.
38. What is your best memory?
The first time Elyse told me she loved me. I have never felt so good before, and I doubt I ever will. It was a rainy day so we were inside curled up together under a blanket watching a movie. It was a romance, and the first time they kissed on screen, she kissed me, ignoring the fact that I still had hot chocolate in my mouth. She said it when she pulled away. To put it simply, I don’t remember much of that movie.
39. What is your worst memory?
I have been over this so much that by now it should be fairly obvious and I am not going to go into it again. Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions 40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
A pessimist, I suppose. I have a fairly hard time ever seeing the good side of things. There is no silver lining for me.
41. What is your greatest fear?
Of killing again, or of Kenton and Dmitri finding out how Ellie really passed.
42. What are your religious views?
I believe in the Four. Miakoda, Sashenka, Alger, and Delano. We will go to Paradise when we die, only after atoning for our sins at the Gates.
43. What are your political views?
I don’t really bother with politics, considering that, as a nonhuman, I have no real voice anyway. All that I really care about is that they stop treating inhumanity like a common dog.
44. What are your views on sex?
I…I am a man, after all. I think about it a lot. I have no issues with what other people do, with some boundaries. I certainly am not going to condone rape or sleeping with your or someone else’s kid. For me, I…don’t know. I would have to be sure that I could control my element, which I fairly am, but…I doubt anyone would particularly bother anyway.
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
Yes, I am. I believe that in nearly all instances killing is unacceptable, unless protecting oneself or one’s loved ones. Even then, it would be best to simply severely injure whoever is causing the problem and run. A life is precious.
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
Kill another sentient being.
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
I believe in true love. It has to exist. I do not believe in soul mates, just numerous people that would be compatible.
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
People to love you. I think that being happy is what success is. Being human would probably help to get the stereotypical view of success as wealth and prosperity.
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
I tend to avoid telling people how I feel. I don’t think they particularly care or I don’t want to burden them with my own problems. I wind up lying a lot about how I am or avoiding the question. I don’t mean to, but it’s just that I am very uncomfortable with opening myself up and telling someone. All that is going to happen is that I will get hurt.
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
I probably do. I tend to be fairly prejudiced against Light elementalists, because of my own element being Darkness. I also am somewhat biased about humanity and tend to see the flaws in it rather than its virtues.
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
Of course. I would refuse to kill or otherwise harm anyone fairly close to me. It is completely against my principles. I would also refuse to give Lucian as much power over me as I did when I was 19. I do not want him to be able to make me do absolutely anything he wants.
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
I would die for anyone or anything, but I don’t think that was the point of the question. I suppose I might go to extremes for Jinx, considering that she has occasionally shown a vague bit of affection for me and I owe her for letting me live with her. Kenton and Dmitri, also.
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Post by Souleh on Oct 16, 2006 17:34:54 GMT -5
Part 5: Relationships With Others 53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
I tend to be very distant, but I do my best to be polite with strangers. Sometimes I utterly fail and a rude opinion slips out, but I try. My treatment of others certainly changes depending on how well I know them. I am probably a bit less polite, and I think I have a tendency to be very cold if they wind up upsetting me. I am also much more sensitive to any criticism they will give me.
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Currently? I don’t know. Jinx? She is the only one who bothers, really.
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
I don’t know.
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
Dmitri and Kenton are still my friends, although we are sort of out of touch. We see each other every once in a while. I suppose Jinx could sort of count as a friend, or something like it. She treats me as more than a dog, I suppose. I believe I have already described Dmi and Ken, as well as Jinx. I suppose I gravitate toward people that are a little off kilter.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
No, I do not.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
Yes. It was the best time of my life, until…I killed Ellie.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
Someone who can take care of me, I guess. Who isn’t going to expect me to magically Take Charge at any point. It doesn’t hurt if this ‘potential lover’ is fairly attractive, as well.
60. How close are you to your family?
Not at all.
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
No, it’s just me. I don’t really know if I would want to start a family, anyway. I suppose it would depend on what whoever I was with thought about it. I am not very fond of children, but…I don’t know.
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
I don’t know. I would like to think that I would not go running back to Lucian, but I have no way of knowing what I would do. I suppose I could also go to Dmitri and Kenton, but they aren’t very available and are even unaware that I’m not human.
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
No. I’m not worth protecting.
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
Supposedly Dmitri, Kenton, Jinx, and all these adoring fans I have. She told me so one night, although I really doubt her level of honesty.
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
Myself, because I ruin absolutely everything I get involved in.
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
I like to avoid conflict, but somehow I wind up arguing with people over things like human-nonhuman relations and things like that.
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
Hah, no.
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
Dear gods, no. It is so, so terrifying. The likelihood of messing up in front of tons of people is too high. I like to keep my moments of complete embarrassment to a minimum.
69. Do you care what others think of you?
I try not to, but I do. I really just want them to like me. Part 6: Likes And Dislikes 70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
I enjoy reading, drawing, messing with my element, curling up with someone special and snuggling.
71. What is your most treasured possession?
Stefan, my teddy bear. He has been the only constant in my life. I couldn’t bear to lose him.
72. What is your favorite color?
Black.
73. What is your favorite food?
…Hot chocolate. Spiked with Peppermint Schnapps. 74. What, if anything, do you like to read?
Fiction. Sci-fi, fantasy, Southern Gothic. Poetry from Byron and Poe.
75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
Good music, good lyrics and some guitar. The occasional movie, as long as it isn’t utterly idiotic.
76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
I drink, occasionally. I try to avoid getting drunk around people who will remember. I get ridiculous, but…I don’t know. Sometimes it’s nice to just take a break from everything. I do not smoke. It is disgusting. And drugs, I have not recently, and never anything amazingly hard.
77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
Just like every other night. I stay up late, maybe go out for a walk, nothing special. I have no social life or anything.
78. What makes you laugh?
Not much. I am not easily amused. Drugs and sugar highs make me much more inclined to laugh. Usually at stupid things.
79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
I am easily offended. It doesn’t take much. Insults aimed at Elyse make me do stupid things, though. I have tackled Lucian because of it.
80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
Element work. There is never such a thing as too much control, and night is the time when I am strongest.
81. How do you deal with stress?
Poorly. I used to cut, but I haven’t for a long while. I still wear rubber bands around my wrist—it helps to have a little sting every once in a while. Hot wax works as well. Sometimes I just curl up under my blankets and try to sleep or cry, too.
82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
I appreciate a plan. Things just suddenly happening throw me off and are more often than not
83. What are your pet peeves?
Messy eyeliner. Bad hair days. Obvious misconceptions about my species being spread around the entire world. People believing the obvious misconceptions. Part 7: Self Images And Etc. 84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?
Wake up around 7:20 or 7:30 each day. Shower, manage the impulse to fill the tub and drown myself. Do my hair and make-up, depending on what I’m planning to wear. Go back to my room and get dressed, make sure there is nothing off about how I look. Get downstairs for breakfast by exactly 8:00 and do my best to eat as little as I can. Depending on my mood and Jinx’s mood, I either stay down and keep her company or I go back to my room and find something to occupy myself. Usually I wind up staying down with her. Lunch is at noon. Again I do my best to eat as little as I can. More hanging out with Jinx. Dinner at six-thirty, more doing my best to eat as little as I can. Stay up until I’m even more exhausted than when I woke, possibly go for a walk around eleven, possibly purging, wash my face and get to bed. Repeat.
Well, if it is disrupted in any way that prevents a meal for happening, I’m almost always for it. If it involves waking up in the middle of the night to Shannon announcing that something bad has happened to Jinx, I would rather it not happen.
85. What is your greatest strength as a person?
Uhm. I follow orders well and I have no problem having a one-sided conversation by just listening.
86. What is your greatest weakness?
I am all-around pathetic and generally worthless.
87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I have to pick just one? I suppose I would want to be pretty—thin, minus an ugly face, etc. People would like me, then. Maybe.
88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Introverted. I have no social skills whatsoever. I usually wind up embarrassing myself or pissing someone off.
89. Are you generally organized or messy?
I tend to be a bit messy. I have done enough cleaning up in my lifetime, I’m not going to bother with being super organized. A certain amount of clutter and disorder is comforting. It makes a room feel lived in.
90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
I…don’t know. I usually mess everything up. I suppose I’m good at…oh, I don’t know. I suppose I am sort of decent at…research things. I did a lot of that for Lucian and he…usually didn’t scream at me for doing anything wrong with it. I can also…draw fairly well, I guess. People say I can, anyway. And, uhm. I am pretty good at make-up things. Especially compared to your average normal guy.
91. Do you like yourself?
Hah. No. There is no reason to.
92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons...)
Uhm. Because people tell me to? I don’t adventure or do heroic things, anyway. What does this even matter?
93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
I would like to die, as early as possible. But I suppose that because of its inevitability, it doesn’t count as a goal. I would like to be happy-ish again someday, but I really doubt that will ever happen. I don’t know.
94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Hopefully I’ll have died by then. If not, hopefully Jinx will still be letting me live with her.
95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
As slowly and painfully as possible. I would prefer to die in some other way than of sickness, old age, or drowning. Slow, extreme amounts of torture would be nice. I wouldn’t mind waiting an extra three or four days if it had to be dragged out to be properly excruciating. Although, really, I’m open to suggestions. I just want to die already and stop this pointless waiting around for it to happen naturally or whatever.
96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Uhm. Well, I would probably celebrate. I mean, finally I get to die. Maybe I would find out if Jinx was interested in a one-night stand. Maybe finally show Lucian that no, he could not hold his own against me. Not kill him. Just…uhm, scar him for life.
97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
I don’t know. I think I would prefer it if people just vaguely remembered me as ‘that one guy.’ It would be easier for them after I had died, assuming they even actually cared. It would be better than being remembered for anything bad.
98. What three words best describe your personality?
Uhm. Depressed, masochistic, idiotic.
99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Idiotic, ugly, depressed.
100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice...)
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Post by Souleh on Oct 23, 2006 17:42:25 GMT -5
100 Questions. Seamus.
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Seamus Quinlan O’Reilly. I know. Shut up.
2. Where and when were you born?
Ireland. A while ago. July 31. My mother’s house.
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Liam, my dad. He was a very serious guy. He didn’t have time to goof off very often, but he did occasionally. Usually on holidays. He did whatever people would pay him for and fell inside his morals. He had to travel a lot to find people who’d hire a demon. I didn’t get to see him that much, but he always tried to do as much with us as he could when he was home, even when he was just completely exhausted or stressed.
Evelyn, my mom. She held everything together at home. Tried to make good kids out of all of us. It worked on the majority of us, I think. She worked, too. Housekeeper type stuff. There was always other people’s laundry being done.
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
Plenty. I had one older brother, Stephen. He was off with Dad a lot. One older sister, Kathleen. Two younger sisters, Shannon and Catherine. Stephen was very down to earth, very practical. Was sort of the good boy. Dad probably gave him biscuits or something. Kathleen was all right. We were only a year apart, hung out a lot. Shannon was a lot younger. Kath and I looked out for her. Watched Catherine, too. They’re sweet girls. Pretty. Haven’t seen any of them in forever. They should all be married now, I think Kath even has kids.
Fxxx, I need to check on them.
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
Oh, I live with the ever so charming Jinx Surrain. She’s a b!tch. Annoying as hell. And won’t keep her head shut. And snogs darkies to annoy me. If it wouldn’t turn my kid into a vegetable, I’d have already ripped her throat out or at least spirited Shannon away.
Adrian’s here. Bastard couldn’t even be bothered to Summon me when he found my kid. Not that he doesn’t mind throwing around his knowledge to get me to do what he wants. Skinny little bastard. As pathetic as ever, though. Bastard.
Kenji. His shield was weak. Pink and lasery. Distinct feel of Star Wars. So basically he’s a little human nerd.
And then Shannon. My daughter. She…has problems. Part of it’s probably my fault, but the way she projects, I’m definitely going to pay for that. But she’s…gods, she looks exactly like her mother, only with ears and a tail. And she’s a good kid, from what I can tell. She better not turn out too human.
6. What is your occupation?
Ebil demon extraordinaire. Rawr.
7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
5’6, hopefully more. Haven’t weighed myself lately. Should maybe get on that. I’m no lightweight, though. Mostly muscle. Brown hair, brown eyes, brown fur. One lame ear—I’m deaf in it. Style of dress? Whatever. Jeans and a shirt. Sweatshirts, hoodies. Practical, and it at least has to match. No one says I can’t look good.
8. To which social class do you belong?
Demon. Boo.
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Deaf in one ear. It sucks. Majorly.
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Right handed. Hurrah for the majority.
11. What does your voice sound like?
Because I really pay so much attention to how I sound like. Average, I suppose. The pitch wouldn’t throw you for a loop. Apparently I have this random accent that comes from absolutely nowhere. Must be a mix. Oh, the wonders of wandering demonhood.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
Mutant. Human. Demon. Any phrase that basically outlines how I’m going to rip your throat out. I really love that phrase. It kicks so much ass.
13. What do you have in your pockets?
Lighter. Special lighter. Wallet, complete with picture of Shannon and ten bucks. Pack of cigarettes. Old paper with Jinx’s address on it.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
My good ear and my tail twitches. But that’s basically every demon on the planet. Hmm. People get annoyed by my arguing with them. But it’s fun. Oh. I’m really obsessed with throat ripping out. Ness. Yeah. Ass kicking. Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
There was nothing tragic. I don’t have some sob story or anything. Grew up in an average demon community type thing. Basically everyone I knew had parents that worked for humans. Except for Erin, but she’s just…such an exception to everything. I did a lot of raising my siblings and I sort of obsessed over being the ‘man of the house’ ‘cause my dad was gone a lot with my older brother. It’s hard for a scary demon man to get work, y’know, and he had a family to feed. It’s not like I was deprived. We got by, we loved each other, and I found ways to enjoy myself that didn’t involve getting completely spoiled. The only real problems we ever had were the human kids wanting to prove they were ballsy by messing with us.
16. What is your earliest memory?
Sh!t, that’s hard. I was five, maybe? Caught Kathleen falling out of a tree or something. I think she actually just fell on me. Yeah, got a yelling at for that.
17. How much schooling have you had?
I got to sophomore year in high school or something and I dropped out. It wasn’t real school, anyway, just a bunch of the mothers trying to keep us all from the horrors of illiteracy. Us older kids basically got high school books thrown at us and we were told to read them. I had to work anyway, it wasn’t like I had the time.
18. Did you enjoy school?
The social part, yeah. And math. It just clicked in my brain. The rest was a b!tch, though. Especially when my own mom was one of the teachers. Ugh.
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
Myself. And my mom helped me with the psychic things, taught me stronger blocks, etiquette, the whole shebang. And Kath taught me all I needed to know to be such a disappointing young man.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
My dad and Stephen. It was partly just jealousy, but for a long time I wanted to be just like them so I could travel around and be oh so cool like they were. I guess I got my wish. Dxmn it, Adrian was right about that unlucky wish thing.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Fine. Parents were parents. They weren’t my friends, they were my enemies and if I wanted to be their friend when I was an adult, that was fine by them. Stephen was a typical older brother. That weird mix of psycho paranoid protective guy and the one guy in the world who can kick your ass and you’re always going to forgive him. Kath was protective too, but she was only a year older so she did a lot more corrupting than keeping me pure. Her strategy kind of sucked—as long as I wasn’t naïve, there was no way I couldn’t mess up too badly. Gods, she changed that belief as soon as everyone found out Erin was expecting. Cat was sort of like her name. Independent as hell. It bothered her a lot that I was doing the older brother almost father thing. Screamed at me that I wasn’t her dad a lot, but she always wanted to cuddle if something was wrong. Shan was my sweet baby sister. She had this biting thing where she attacked everything, and she never grew out of it. I think I have scars from that. But otherwise, she was a good kid and basically tried to be my conscience.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
What did I want to be? Like Erin’s dad. Only demon to own and run a business in the area. I wanted to be that guy. Not completely dependent on humanity. My own boss. But I basically was expected and had basically given into being a traveling laborer, like Dad and Stephen.
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
Anything athletic, really. Swimming, racing the other kids, wrestling the guys, the occasional existent organized sport that deteriorated into a wrestling match or fist fight. Running with Erin. Not literally running. You know what I mean. What’s it called? Going out or whatever.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
You know that guy everyone likes and you only sort of know why because he’s an ass half the time? Yeah, that was me. I liked to be in charge, thought I was hot sh!t, and basically thought I was the cleverest thing on the planet. Not a lot of people got to see me being all mushy and nice, but I was that, too.
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Actually, yeah. I was friends with just about every demon guy my age. The close ones were Patrick and Nate. We ran that town. Er. The demon bit, at least. Pat was sort of really wild; he loved to do sh!t that the rest of us would never think of. Some of the scariest moments of my childhood were because of that guy. Dxmn, he was fun though. Nate was the good kid. He tried his dxmnedest to talk us out of everything, but we wouldn’t listen. I think most of his efforts were half-hearted—he was always laughing just as hard after we did something really, really stupid.
There was this other kid growing up. Fang or some lame pet name like that. He was…one of those kids we were supposed to stay away from. Parents sold him before he was even born—as a pet-type thing, yeah? He sulked around a lot and I kinda hung out with him once in a while. When Nate and Pat were in school. He just disappeared one day. I don’t know.
And Adrian. I met him at the very end of childhood. Probably doesn’t even count. Weird kid. I mean, seriously weird. Something is wrong with that kid’s brain. Really. I’ve been in it before. It’s scary.
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
Erin. Sort of my one and only. It’s been in my head since before I can remember that Seamus O’Reilly and Erin Finn were supposed to be together. Not counting all the times we were really little, I’d have to say we were, oh, fourteen or so? Yeah. Behind a tree before she ran home. It was cute.
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
Gods, it’d be so pitiful if I were a virgin. Y’know. The whole 27-ishness. Lost it to Erin. Remember the one and only thing? Yeah, there we go again. We were sixteen. It was this place where a lot of the couples went. This pond-thing. There were some secluded areas. Sure as hell couldn’t fool around in either of our houses unless we wanted to get caught and screamed at, and it’s not like I could afford a car or anything. ‘Sides, nature’s nice.
28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
Gee. Demon. Y’know, I think I just figured it out yesterday. I certainly haven’t noticed the ears and tails, ever. Or the random thoughts and emotions invading my head. Oh, and the ‘AUGH EVIL BEING’ treatment? I thought there was something wrong with my face. Gods, I feel so enlightened. Part 3: Past Influences 29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
Birth. That sort of helped the life thing come about. Hurrah birth. And yes, I do mean that seriously. Back off.
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
My mom. Best woman I’ve ever known. She had her priorities straight and she worked toward them. She didn’t take sh!t from her kids and she knew how to hold her tongue. Gods, I really should’ve asked her about how she did that. Dxmn it.
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
I found my kid, listen to the crowd roooooooar!
Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have lost her in the first place. Back the fvck off or I will rip your throat out. I was captured by a lab. Sorta hard to be there as daddy when I’m being used as a test subject. I tracked her down eventually, right? And I’m not leaving her again. Ever. No one can make me.
32. What is your greatest regret?
Letting that bastard get his hands on my girls. If he weren’t locked up in prison, he would be missing a throat. He will be when he gets out. I’ll possess some equally evil bastard and have him do it for me, the lovely dear. And then I’ll poof away. I live Shannon’s episodes, and gods, it’s the most horrible thing in the world. And I’m not even talking about the headache and the fatigue and all that jazz. Just seeing that happen to my baby because I wasn’t there.
Excuse me, I have to go punch something.
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
Not really. Have killed before, though. It’s fun, because they were evil bastards who were a fan of stabbing me with an electrified stick while I jumped through hoops for them. But shhh, don’t tell Adrian, he’s blocked it out of his memory because he doesn’t want to think about it.
Or he actually bought that ‘oh, they can fix that’ line. Idiot. Their throats were ripped out. Blood on my hands. Some flesh and stuff under the claws. So fun.
Alger, I’m a completely remorseless bastard. Hot.
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
Of course not. I’m a good little demon. Woof woof.
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
When the lab picked me up. It was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. They had something that could just…completely dull me. I couldn’t pick up anything and I couldn’t even think clearly. Like everyone was blocking me out and I was stoned and my powers were somehow on the fritz, all at once. There were about five of them against me. I was out. Next thing I know I’m being dragged down this freaky ass hallway and my clothes are gone and my arm hurts like a mother.
The creepy little kid who showed up in this demented window between our cells didn’t help. That would be Adrian, by the way.
So basically I freaked out and went crazy—I had no idea what was going on, I’d just had a blackout with my powers, they were back now and were completely clouded by the complete despair of the place, and, oh yeah, I had a crazy girl carrying my kid back at him.
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
I don’t know if it counts, but the whole stretch where I was a family pet. You have no idea how fvcking degrading that is.
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
The ebil lab capture. Rawr. Basically fvcked up my life. Pretty please can I have a time machine?
38. What is your best memory?
Eh. There’s this really great memory I have of everyone being home for…something. I don’t know. I think it was my sixteenth birthday and Dad decided that was a decent age to be a man. It was this random huge big deal and there were about three families over and all of our extended family and it was just—really great, yeah? It’s just about the greatest thing to think about at night after a bad day.
39. What is your worst memory?
Sitting at…the home of the moment. Adrian’s out doing gods know what. Going through the letter I finally got from Mom. Stomach drops at the first paragraph. Apologetic and all that. I know she’s preparing me for something. Second paragraph. Erin’s run off with some random human. No one’s seen her since. No one’s heard from her. Third paragraph. No one knows if she even kept my baby after getting hitched to this human bastard.
Worst slap in the face ever. Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions 40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
Neither. Or, an experienced optimist. I don’t think everything’s going to turn out great. I used to. I had that common teenage syndrome of feeling invincible. Nearly got me killed more than once. Come to my senses now. Now I just go over both possibilities, expect both. Maybe I’ve been leaning toward the negative as I get older. Starting to believe more in Murphy’s Law and all.
41. What is your greatest fear?
That I’ll lose my baby again. I can’t let that happen. It’s just not going to. I don’t care if someone invokes my second name. I’m not leaving her. I don’t do abandonment, no matter what the current reputation suggests.
42. What are your religious views?
Paradise. Gates. Alger. Delano. Miakoda. Sashenka. All that jazz. Don’t tell me I’m hell spawn. Don’t tell me I’m going to hell. And please, kiddies, don’t try to exorcise me.
43. What are your political views?
Humans suck. They fvcked up the world. End of story.
44. What are your views on sex?
It’s fun. I like it. Oh, and if you’re wondering ladies, yeah, it is better when the guy can read your mind.
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
Yeah, I’m capable. I like ripping out throats, remember? It’s basically acceptable as long as you have a valid reason—and no, ‘I must kill the inferior race/species!’ is not a valid reason. Sorry to burst your bubble, humanity. Neither is ‘He called me a mean name’ or ‘He’s being an insolent little demon!’ or any of its many forms. Again, sorry, humanity.
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
Exist. Okay, I’ll answering it seriously, and pretend you said ‘sentient’, not ‘human.’ And that would be…hmm. That’s difficult. I suppose it would be to needlessly destroy and/or kill somebody. Really, if there’s a good reason, I’m fine with it, but if you’re just doing it for laughs and giggles, you’re a sick bastard.
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
No and no. It’s a load of sh!t. I suppose there can be this huge attraction and ‘oh, I adore you’ but there’s never going to be pure, true love, no matter what the romantics try to tell you. It’s just a way to sell diamonds, chocolate, and Hallmark cards.
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
Opportunity. Luck. A fair amount of skill, but that sure as hell isn’t going to get you through without the other two, trust me. Oh, being considered as more than just a freakishly intelligent animal or an EVIL MONSTER SAVE THE CHILDREN MURIEL probably helps too. Not that I would know.
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
My thoughts. My feelings. Not going to hand them out on flyers, okay? I’m generally blunt about things that won’t open me up for a low blow, though. I don’t exactly keep my opinions quiet. I can. I just don’t. Anything soft and/or vulnerable, I shove under the rug out of habit. You want tender and loving? Speak to Adrian, he’ll cuddle you if you cut him, for Alger’s sake.
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
Yeah. Not that they aren’t based loosely on fact. Humanity sucks a lot. They rule the world and what do they do? Bicker among themselves. Please. They’re as bad as the elementalists. “What, you’re the opposite element, DIE DIE DIE.” And mutants. They think that they can call themselves nonhuman. There’s a reason they’re cursed. They deserve it. Or their family did. Whatever, they’re making a payment.
So yeah. Basically prejudiced against everyone but demons. So I basically hate everyone equally.
Except humanity.
I really hope that they just fight themselves into extinction.
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
Give out my second name. I’ve done it once, and it’s bitten me in the ass so many times that I’ve learned my lesson. You’d think giving it to the wussiest kid alive would be a smart thing. But it’s not. Turns out he’s evil. Really. Quick, go burn him at the stake!
No, I’m kidding. Don’t. Jinx might find out I suggested it and I think that breaks the rule about not messing with Adrian.
Anyway, I refuse to do it because my second name, combined with the right words, basically can make me do whatever. Yeah. Demon’s weakness. BACK OFF.
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Shannon. Basically just her. I would kill for her, die for her, sleep with Adrian if he was holding her hostage.
And yeah, I said that. No, I don’t think about it a lot. It’s an example of an extreme. Considering that I found out he was MADLY IN LOVE with me and bolted, I’m pretty sure it counts. Yeah.
Er. I LOVE SHANNON.
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Part 5: Relationships With Others 53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
Depends. But mostly I’m just argumentative. Not so much as some people I know, but still. If I know you, I’m less likely to go into your head. If I know you and like you, I mean. Respect and sh!t. It’s polite.
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Shannon. Yeah. She’s basically been my motivation for ages. She’s the whole reason I’m even living the human b!tch, yeah? I’d say that makes her the most important person in my life.
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
My mom. I think I’ve gone over this before. She’s just amazing.
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
I don’t think I even have any friends anymore. I used to be friends with Adrian but he basically hates me for ditching him that one time. And about a million other things I’ve done to him, which were for his own good but of course he doesn’t see it that way. Bastard.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
Nope. I’m a bachelor for life. Never going to commit to Love again, thanks but no thanks.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
I guess you could call it that. I loved her, at least. Dunno what Erin’s motives were. I don’t even trust my own readings about her, isn’t that sad? Yeah, it is.
Anyway, what happened is we hooked up when we were five. Then it was on and off cutesy little kid running. We got serious around the time our crazy teenage hormones kicked in. First kiss at fourteen. Boinking like bunnies at sixteen. Around eighteen she dumps me. A lot of bull about how it just isn’t working out. Because, y’know, I can’t read her mind and tell she’s lying. That was sarcasm, by the way. Then about a week later she shows up and wants me to know that I’m going to be a dad and oh, can’t I please take her back.
So I do. And then I get kidnapped. And she runs off with the first human she can get her claws in, lets him abuse my kid, and then goes and dies.
AND THEN SHE DECIDES TO HAUNT MY KID WTF.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
Someone who isn’t going to expect me to commit and just wants to fool around for a bit. I told you. I don’t do the Love thing anymore.
60. How close are you to your family?
We used to be really close, but since I went missing, we’ve drifted. It’s hard to get back with everyone after so much time, especially when you’re spending tons of time away from home trying to look for your kid that a lot of people basically think was never born or sold off to some human family as a pet.
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
Not on purpose, but yeah, sorta. There’s me. And Shannon. She’s my little redheaded daughter. Y’know, the one I’ve mentioned about a million times already? I don’t want any more family, though. This is just fine.
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
Myself. Adrian. He’s actually pretty useful if you ask him right and make it very clear that if he messes this up you’re going to be in so much trouble that you’ll have to find a vampire to make him immortal just to give him half the taste of your own torment. My family. They wouldn’t give a dxmn that I’m practically estranged. They’d come to my aid and rip anyone’s throat out that stood in the way if I asked. Key word being asked. They need to be called into action. And I guess if it was a last resort sort of thing, I could ask Jinx, maybe.
Or just kill myself.
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
No. I don’t need protecting. I can take just about anyone aside from other demons, and in that case I have to admit that I know when to back down from a fight. I won’t put myself needlessly in danger. Probably.
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
I dunno. My family. That includes Shannon, I hope. I think Jinx might celebrate. She’s thought things along the lines of murder so many times that I’m beginning to worry for her sanity. Adrian would probably celebrate with her.
Awe, I could be the reason they had their own illegitimate child.
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
Glen. Fvcking kill him. Not even something as nice and fast as ripping his throat out. Castrate the bastard. Then a bit of disembowelment. Maybe if he’s a good boy and apologizes I’ll rip his throat out after a few hours. But I really doubt that.
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
I argue with people. A lot. It’s so fun. They get all annoyed and violent or upset. Besides, people have this thing where they never agree with me when I’m right.
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
Depends on who’s around. If they’re all idiots, sure I will. Even if they’re not I might. But I don’t have a huge problem with following, as long as they’re not psychotic or smug about being in control.
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
Yeah. There’s more people to talk to and goof off with and you’re just about guaranteed to run into someone who’s going to at least sort of want to hang out with you. Besides, there’s usually a party to go with the large group of people, which is always nice.
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Define ‘others.’ If it’s just random people, I don’t really give a dxmn. If it’s, say, my long lost kid or someone else close to me, of course I care. I want them to love me, stuff like that. Part 6: Likes And Dislikes 70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
Ripping throats out. Kidding. Huh. Physical things. Sports. Sitting in a public place and just people watching. I know, I know, it’s rude to go into stranger’s heads too deeply, but they don’t even notice.
71. What is your most treasured possession?
This one silver lighter. There’s really little mirror in it. It was a gift. From someone. And that’s all you get.
72. What is your favorite color?
Red. Actually, I dunno. That was just the first color I saw, so I went with it. I don’t have a favorite, but let’s pretend it’s red.
73. What is your favorite food?
Rabbit. Yeah, I know, it’s effed up. But it’s yummy. And…uh, fun to catch. And their cute little white tails are just so fun to chase and remove. 74. What, if anything, do you like to read?
I don’t read. It’s boring and half the time I get a headache.
75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
I kind of have a thing for old movies. Like, the black and white kind. They’re just so gods be dxmned good. And I just like anything thrilling. There’s nothing more fun than ‘nocturnal hooliganism.’
76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
Yeah, yeah, no. I smoke because I started and I never quit. I was really young. Somewhere between ten and fourteen. It’s kind of part of who I am now. Maybe someday I’d like to quit, but I don’t really see the point. I know, it’s going to destroy my lungs, whatever. I’ll still probably be athletically superior to humans, so who gives a dxmn? And I drink on occasion, also don’t want to quit. It’s fun. One of the best parts of parties.
77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
Like every other night. There’s nothing special about a Saturday when your life is basically one long weekend.
78. What makes you laugh?
Physical comedy. I’m such an evil little sadist. People being exceptionally stupid. Stuff that makes everyone with a heart laugh. Maybe other stuff.
79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
I’m not easily shocked—the most recent time was Shannon’s episode. Gods, that was…yeah. I can be offended, though. I get so mad when humans throwing their weight around directly affects me, though. It’s painful to cave into them.
80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
Silly, juvenile things I shouldn’t be doing while I’m steadily approaching my thirties. ‘Nocturnal hooliganism.’ Or I’d just watch TV. …Do we have a TV? Sh!t, why don’t I know this?
81. How do you deal with stress?
I get angry. Find someone to argue with. Punch something. Fantasize about ripping the person who’s causing the stress’s throat out. Sometimes if I’m tired to go along with the stress I’ll find some way to give in and sort of look like I don’t care. Then I can sleep and launch an attack when I wake up.
82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
Nothing in my entire life has been planned or gone to plan. So basically I’m spontaneous. It’s funner that way.
83. What are your pet peeves?
People freaking out about the smoking thing. People freaking out about the demon thing. People calling my bad ear cute. Paint or soda on my fur. Every time Shannon thinks about Erin and I can’t clear up her confused image of her. Part 7: Self Images And Etc. 84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?
Get up whenever before seven. Take a shower, shave, etc. and be out before Adrian wants in and starts pitching a fit. Breakfast at eight so Jinx doesn’t pitch a fit, either. Do whatever I dxmn well please until lunch at noon. More doing whatever I dxmn well please. Usually includes trying to convince Shannon I’m not actually ‘the scary man.’ I don’t think she’s gotten over the first impression. Dinner at six. More doing of what I dxmn well please. Bed around eleven. Repeat.
A disruption in the routine is fun.
85. What is your greatest strength as a person?
I’m not afraid of work. That’s a strength. I can do stuff. Yep.
86. What is your greatest weakness?
I’m very single-minded. I get focused on one thing and it becomes the more important than everything. I’ve let down a lot of people, upset them, and sh!t, all because I’ve been more focused on some different goal. One thing rules my life and everything else is secondary.
87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I’d get rid of the second name thing. That’s just one huge liability.
88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Extroverted. I like people, even if half the time an ass to them. That’s part of the thrill. Who’ll get that you’re usually messing with them for the fun of it and who’ll freak out. It’s like gambling but cheaper.
89. Are you generally organized or messy?
Organessy. I can pull off organized if I give a dxmn, but I usually don’t so I just let it all drop in the general area of where it’s supposed to go. Or across the room. Or the house.
90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
I’m good at anything athletic. It’s bred into my species, of course I am. Good at staying focused. Yanno, that whole single-mindedness thing again. Awesome at thieving.
Bad at self-control. Bad at keeping people around. Bad at avoiding rash decisions.
91. Do you like yourself?
Yeah, I’m pretty gods dxmned awesome. Have my faults, but I’m still awesome.
92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons...)
Uh. Okay, then. This is sort of a dumb question. Anyway, I ‘adventure’ by hunting down my kid. Except that’s over, so now I just sort of hang around. I hunted down Shannon for obvious reasons—she’s mine, dxmn it all. Don’t believe what Jinx tells you.
93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
I want to have some kind of independence. I’m sick of depending on people for things like the essentials. I’d like to eat food I got for myself without stealing it, stuff like that.
94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Gods, I dunno. I hope my kid’s in the picture. Both of us alive would be just wonderful.
95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
Violently. Not futilely. It’d be nice to die fighting. For a cause (not that I would ever consider what it’d be like if humans weren’t in control) or for someone I loved. I just don’t want to be some old pathetic guy going out from some sickness.
Yeah, I know, I’m flirting with lung cancer—I should definitely stop so I don’t die of sickness. Go die.
96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Hunt Glen down. Kill him. After I spend almost the whole day with my kid. Doing that whole ‘pass on the fatherly wisdom’ thing. Then I’d probably possess a world leader and fvck up their agenda. I’m so evil.
97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
I don’t know. I’d just like to be remembered in a positive light. I don’t want to fade away or just be some bastard everyone’s glad to see dead.
98. What three words best describe your personality?
Inhuman, stubborn, demon.
99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Evil demon bastard.
100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice...)
I dunno.
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Post by Souleh on Oct 27, 2006 23:25:53 GMT -5
100 Questions. That Blond Bastard.
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Lucian Joseph Caldik.
2. Where and when were you born?
March first. In a hospital, same town I grew up in.
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Ayden Caldik was my father. He was very high up in the business world, one of those men who has it made. He traveled frequently, not because he had to, but because he chose to. My b!tch mother got his nerves, so he’d ditch her, do a bit of work and find someone to sleep with. He knew what he wanted and got it. Certainly can’t fault him for that.
Claudia Caldik was my mother. She was a stupid b!tch. Weak, pathetic. She stayed at home and pretended she was a good little mother, spent my father’s money, and then curled up in her room and cried because nobody loved her. Please.
Both of them are dead.
2. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
I have four brothers. Frederick, Kristopher, Marcus, and the freak. Three of them are dead, who really cares about the fourth?
Frederick was the eldest and liked to think that he had some kind of control over the rest of us because of it. He always wanted to father us when Father was away. It was ridiculous. He married, had three boys and named them all C names. The only bastard who didn’t leave me anything.
Kristopher. He wasn’t entirely incompetent, we usually hung out. He was the most like a stereotypical ‘big brother’ to me. He showed me the ropes, taught me everything he knew, and I did it two times better.
Marcus. A pansy that didn’t kill his conscience in time. He was so pathetic—he let his younger brother mess with him. He had his uses, though; when the freak was born he was so ridiculously thrilled not to be the scapegoat that he wanted to keep the rest of us happy. You could tell he was guilty, but he shoved that down and finally started acting like he was part of our family.
Finally, the only living brother, dear, sweet little Adrian. He’s not even human and a complete disgrace. At most, he’s easy to manipulate and fun to mess with.
3. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
I live in the Manor. It’s been in the family for ages. Father inherited it because he was the eldest son. It’s very large, brick, and a generous amount of room. There’s a gate in the front, nice grounds. It was designed to impress.
I am happily enjoying bachelorhood and it’s going to stay that way.
4. What is your occupation?
Defense attorney. Good money, good fun.
5. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
I’m about 6’, average weight, more from muscle than fat. I’m blond. Brown eyes. Just about always tanned. My ‘style of dress’ is very polished, I have to look professional for work and it’s just unacceptable to look like sh!t any other time, either. Aside from work clothes…jeans, decent looking tee shirts, sweaters, the occasional jacket. I don’t have very many distinguishing marks, aside from a tattoo our entire football team got.
6. To which social class do you belong?
Rich elite.
7. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Weakness is unacceptable.
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Right-handed.
11. What does your voice sound like?
Low, smooth. It’s a very convincing voice, charismatic. Very versatile.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
A lot of work phrases. I give a lot of orders, and extremely rarely make an actual request. “I” or “me”, “want”, “give”, “now”, and various ‘offensive’ terms that apparently aren’t supposed to be said, even if they’re true.
13. What do you have in your pockets?
Car keys. Wallet, which includes cash, cards, receipts. A mint. A couple phone numbers.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Things must be clean. Always. Filth is unacceptable. Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
Pleasant. There were very few disappointments. Now that I think about it, there probably weren’t any. The world was good to me. I got what I wanted and when I wanted it. Nothing was particularly difficult, and if it was there was always a shortcut. Hm, sounds like the rest of my life.
16. What is your earliest memory?
I was four, maybe. I found some small animal’s nest or something. There were babies. I believe I stomped on them.
17. How much schooling have you had?
As much as I need.
18. Did you enjoy school?
Somewhat. It was never very difficult and I always had my fair share of friends to enjoy it with. ‘Friends’ is used loosely, here, of course, but they at least made the entire experience enjoyable.
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
Some were learned from my schooling, of course. Many of them were taught to me by my father or one of my brothers. A few, I taught myself.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
My father. He was everything we were expected to be; successful, intelligent, handsome, respected, a top dog. It was very easy to look up to him when he was happy to remind you how awesome he was.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Fairly well. I was basically the youngest, so the others usually catered to me, which was exactly what I expected. I didn’t particularly get along with my mother, but she brought it on herself, really. The same goes for Adrian.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
As a very young child, I wanted to be dictator of some country. I wasn’t picky. I got older, a bit more realistic, and picked exactly what I wound up as.
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
Football, just about any party that a worthy kid at high school threw, girls, any form of slightly violent video game. Your average guy things.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
Nearly the same personality traits I display now, although when I was younger I was much less refined. I didn’t have nearly as much self-control and often lost my temper. There were various close calls where I nearly got in serious trouble with the school because of it.
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Of course I was. I was the privileged, handsome guy. Varsity football. Cheerleader girlfriend. Friends that will happily teach a little lesson to underclassmen. That whole stereotype, that was me. You had to like me, or at least tolerate me.
I had very little real friends. I used many of the people who believed we were great buddies in high school, that was all. There was Andrew, though. He was certainly more than just a pawn. There was a lot we did together. He actually had a brain, surprise, surprise.
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
(Laugh.) I may not even remember whom it was with. It was middle school, twelve or thirteen. Her name was something generic, like Amy or Molly. Pretty enough, at least.
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
(More, harder laughter.) Hell no. Lost it with that same girl, in middle school. I was an early bloomer and took advantage of it.
28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
Just a normal human? You make it sound like a bad thing. Really, it’s the beasts that have something to be ashamed of.
My influences, though. My family. Failure and obscurity are just unacceptable. Even if I had wanted to be some tortured artist, I’d have been swiftly disowned. Things just don’t work that way. Thank God. I’d hate to have them let me become some freak hippie. Part 3: Past Influences 29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
I can’t even remember it. But it was the day my father decided to inform that I was no longer allowed to be a baby. I’ve been a ruthless bastard ever since, it seems.
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
My father. He passed on nearly every belief I hold today, or at least in some way contributed to them. He was very good to me and gave me every advantage he could.
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
My entire life is just a succession of achievements, it’d be impossible to pick just one to be the greatest.
32. What is your greatest regret?
I have no regrets.
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I don’t believe in evil existing in the human race.
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
Of course not. I never get caught. If I get caught, I certainly never get convicted.
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
Fear is weakness.
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
I made the mistake of arriving at a family function without a date, simply because I hadn’t been able to groom anyone for actually surviving my family and not embarrassing me. Unacceptable.
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
To want to change something from my past would suggest that I had regrets.
38. What is your best memory?
Winning my first case and the celebration that followed. My father was very pleased, as were the other important members of the family. Success is a lovely thing.
39. What is your worst memory?
There was a brief period shortly after I took Adrian in to work for me that a cousin that was constantly competing with me for the favor of the family took advantage of the circumstances. He quickly spread the rumor that I had gone soft and was babying the mutant. I fell from favor and the convenient privileges dried up. It was easily fixed with a ‘surprise visit’ that was arranged by another cousin of mine in return for a personal favor. All was found to be satisfactory.
Really, if he had wanted to pull it off, he ought to have come up with something a bit less ridiculous. Me? Pay the queer and enjoy his company? He might as well have suggested that I owned a unicorn named Princess. Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions 40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
I’m a realist. I don’t delude myself.
41. What is your greatest fear?
As I said before, fear is weakness. However, I will admit to feeling a fair amount of dread at the thought that humanity might begin to go soft on its lesser species. I’ve witnessed first hand their coddling of the animals.
42. What are your religious views?
If various female members of my family are going to be reading this, I believe in God and all that bullsh!t. Although, I doubt they are, so I must say that all God is good for is giving me a weekly off day and multiple holidays.
43. What are your political views?
People have called me a bigot. I have my beliefs about who matters and who doesn’t and I’m not going to change them. I would have functioned very well in the Old South.
44. What are your views on sex?
It’s fun. I’m all in favor of women liberating themselves via promiscuity.
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
Of course I am. Mentally and physically. I find no circumstances for killing to be unacceptable, if you’re human. Although, I would have to say that a civilized man first attempts to find someone else to do their dirty work and then pin the entire thing on them if the murder winds up being investigated.
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
Again, I don’t particularly believe in evil in a human being. The most vile thing any human being could do would be to betray their species, though.
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
If it’s convenient. I’m happy to tell a woman that I believe in all that drivel if it’ll get her in bed. But no, I don’t. It’s completely ridiculous.
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
Wealth, affluence, a high-paying job.
Oh, dear, look at all the little plebeians panicking about how very unsuccessful they are.
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
Hardly. I am not going to announce to the world that I am vulnerable. I am, however, very honest if it’s going to benefit me. I will tell you when you’re wrong (always), etc.
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
None that aren’t entirely based on fact. Nonhumans aren’t human, and therefore classify as animals. They ought to be treated as such. There are a number of others, but really, that’s the only one I can mention without someone who actually has rights throwing a tantrum and ruining my image. Just know that, among ‘specieist’ I have been referred to as ‘sexist’, ‘womanizing’, ‘racist’, ‘bigoted’, etc.
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
There are a number of things that I refuse to do. It would take too long to list, so I’ll simply say that it would be to defile myself in any way. The reason why should be obvious.
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Nothing. My life is my top priority.
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Post by Souleh on Oct 27, 2006 23:26:39 GMT -5
Part 5: Relationships With Others 53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
How I treat others depends on how they deserve to be treated. Their rank. I am in now way polite to those who don’t deserve it, unless I have an ulterior motive. On the rare occasion that some actually outranks me, I am capable of being ‘good’ enough to quickly get ‘in’ with them. With women who don’t make me want to projectile vomit, I am charming, if a little condescending.
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Myself. It’s my life, isn’t it?
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
My father. I’ve been over this numerous times already and I’m certainly not going to gush.
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
I have a select few of privileged friends. Andrew, from high school, is balancing on the outskirts of this group.
Brandon Tennison. I met him at school. He is very much a kindred spirit, with the added plus of having less self-control and less ambition. Should we ever have to compete, I would come out on top. It’s a general requirement for being my friend.
Daryl Preston. A co-worker. He’s hardly ambitious and is in the business for the entirely wrong reasons. Aside from his ridiculous righteousness, he isn’t particularly bothersome. A bit on the stupid side, but not everyone can be as bright as me.
Jamison Greene. He was a friend of Brandon’s that he insisted was halfway interesting. I keep him around because every group of friends needs a fool.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
No, not at the moment.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
Love is for the weak.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
She has to be attractive, of course. Usually I go for the girls who aren’t going to put up much of a fight, but it’s always fun to break up the procession of brainless pushovers with a b!tch or three. I enjoy a good challenge.
60. How close are you to your family?
My family is complicated. But I am very much a member of it. Should you define ‘close’ as emotionally attached, not so much.
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
No. Nor do I want to. I have no desire to have a bunch of little brats running around my house. I don’t even particularly want to get married.
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
I never will be.
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
.No. I don’t trust anyone.
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
My family. Friends. The usual.
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
Easy, Adrian. He is an abomination and an embarrassment to the family. Father should have killed him and then sold him, like I suggested.
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
I argue with people, of course. Only pushovers avoid conflict and I certainly am not a pushover.
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
Yes, of course I do. Control is important to me.
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
It depends on what sort of ‘large group.’ Family reunion type, hell no. Otherwise, yes. Things are always more fun in a crowd. An audience.
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Not particularly. As long as their opinion doesn’t fvck anything up for me, I’m fine. Part 6: Likes And Dislikes 70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
I like making people cry. I also enjoy parties. Sex. Ruining other people’s lives. Poker. Winning anything. The normal things.
71. What is your most treasured possession?
The Manor. They don’t build homes like it anymore.
72. What is your favorite color?
Platinum.
73. What is your favorite food?
Fish and various other seafood items. I also have a soft spot for lamb. 74. What, if anything, do you like to read?
When I get the chance, I mostly read non-fiction. Fact is much more interesting than some crazy author’s fantasy. However, I read the occasional thriller, just to switch things up a little.
75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
Good music, good booze, good woman. And no, I won’t elaborate. You can all wonder what I consider ‘good music.’
76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
Smoking is disgusting. Anyone who has seen what it does to one’s lungs is an idiot if they don’t quit immediately. Yes, I drink, socially. I very, very rarely ever actually wind up drunk—at most, I get a little tipsy. No, I don’t use drugs and no, I don’t want to quit what little I actually do.
77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
The boys and I go out. Pick up a girl. And from there, I’m up ‘til Sunday.
78. What makes you laugh?
Idiots. Miserable people. I laughed at the end of Romeo and Juliet when we read it in high school, for instance.
79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
Nothing shocks or offends me. There are actions that may appall me, but never offend or shock.
80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
Find a girl to fvck.
81. How do you deal with stress?
I deal with stress by taking it out on others. I just hand it off to someone else in the form of emotion distress. Or I just beat the sh!t out of someone, but I like to think that’s a last resort before I snap and beat the sh!t out of the wrong person.
82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
Plans are good.
83. What are your pet peeves?
Messes, extreme spontaneity, nonhumans, stupid people trying to convince the world they’re intelligent, poor people/plebeians, etc. Part 7: Self Images And Etc. 84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?
What the hell? Wake up at six. Shower, shave, dress. In that order. Go to work; get breakfast on the way, always something with egg. Work until one o’clock lunch break. Then more work; get home in the late afternoon or late, depending on what my schedule is that day. Dinner at eight-thirty. Bed at eleven. Use your imagination to fill in the spaces.
Disruptions are not appreciated. I like routine.
85. What is your greatest strength as a person?
It’s hard to pick just one. I suppose it would have to be my superior intelligence. It breeds the charm and the rest of my shining qualities.
86. What is your greatest weakness?
It’s just too easy for people to be envious of me. While flattering, it tends to get old.
87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would be the only surviving member of my entire extended family.
88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Extroverted. You can’t survive as an introvert these days.
89. Are you generally organized or messy?
Organized. As I said before, filth is unacceptable.
90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
I’m very good at my profession, of course. I’m very good at being emotionally distant when other people let silly things like feelings get in the way. And I’m extremely talented at getting whatever I want. Quite the handy skill.
…Flaws? I have trouble containing myself and not just punching an idiot in the face if he deserves it. And that’s about it.
91. Do you like yourself?
Yes, of course I do. What kind of question is that?
92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons...)
I don’t adventure. My reasons for everything I do are simple: I like it, it’s fun, and it always benefits me in some way.
93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
Infamy. That would be fun. One of those notorious defense attorneys who got an obviously guilty, very famous man off scot free.
94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Same place, only better. I’m like a fine wine.
95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
Quietly, in my sleep. Old, successful, with plenty of enemies to wear red to my funeral and even more admirers to black them out.
96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Mmmm…well, I’ve always wanted to commit a particularly violent murder. So, that. Do my part to continue the family line and knock a worthy candidate up. And then find a not-so-worthy candidate to bang ‘til I die.
97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
I already know I’m going to be remembered—for all of my outstanding qualities. I’m just a fan-fvcking-tastic man.
98. What three words best describe your personality?
Charming, sophisticated, irresistible.
99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Selfish, charming, arrogant.
100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice...)
Dearest Lucian, please get a reality check or a shrink or something. Also, I think you have daddy issues.
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Post by Souleh on Nov 5, 2006 18:44:13 GMT -5
100 Questions. Older!Shannon.
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Shannon Marie…uh, O’Reilly Surrain. I dropped my other last name.
2. Where and when were you born?
Uhm. I don’t really know. Fifteen years ago. September 30th.
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Which ones? Uhm, blood relatives. My mama was Erin. She looked like me, except she didn’t have the ears and the tail because…I don’t know. She said it was a birth defect or something. Anyway, uhm, she…isn’t around anymore. My dad is, though—Seamus. He’s kind of crazy even if he says he isn’t. I don’t like to go in his head because it’s scary, especially when he’s mad or annoyed or I’ve been spending ‘too much’ time around Kenji or something. Apparently Human is contagious. Anyway, he’s nice to me, at least.
Non-blood. Jinx is basically my main parental figure, even if I don’t, like, call her Mom or anything. She takes care of everyone and she’s been taking care of me since I was seven. She’s really…yeah, I don’t even know. She’s kind of insane. But, like, she’s the only one who hasn’t screwed up the taking care of me thing, so…she gets a ribbon, mmhmm.
Also non-blood. Uhm. MamamarriedGlenwhoIcalledDaddyandhewasmean.
That’s it.
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
I don’t have any real siblings, but, like, I’m not the only kid in the house. Sort of. Kenji isn’t a kid, but he’s not really, really old. Like, college. He’s nice, I guess. He’s sort of the only person I can hang out with who isn’t at least fourteen years older than me. He’s also probably the person closest to sane around here. I like when he gets me ice cream.
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
Uhm, with Jinx, Seamus, Adrian, and Kenji. I described Jinx, Seamus, and Kenji already. So that just leaves Adrian. He…is kind of really depressed and pathetic. But now he’s with Jinx so he’s a teensy bit better, but she’s kind of stressful enough to drive him crazy. If he wasn’t already, I mean. He’s nice, at least. Except when he’s mad at you, but no one’s allowed to be too mad at me or else they get killed.
And the place is a house. Jinx’s house. It’s really big and I used to think it was magic, but it’s not.
6. What is your occupation?
Cute crazy demon chick.
7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
I’m really short. As in, 5’1. But it’s not like I’m all itty bitty and stuff, like…Seamus calls me compact. Because I have a lot of muscle and stuff. It’s a demon thing. Like the ears and tail, which look like a red fox’s. All orange and stuff, like my hair, which is still pretty curly. My eyes are green and I have a lot of freckles. I’m sort of pale, but not, like…Adriany. I’m not really all that pretty or anything and I’m definitely not that magical hourglass everyone thinks girls look like. I wear hand-me-downs mostly, except when I’m going out in the real world, when I wear and bandana and reallllly baggy pants so I can hide my ears and tail. I have a lot of scars, too, but I’m pretty good at hiding them and there aren’t too many that are hugely obvious anymore.
8. To which social class do you belong?
Eccentric rich woman’s pet daughter. It’s fun.
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
I kind of…have an issue with violence. I used to totally freak out and episode, but now I just…get queasy and I try to get away asap. 10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Right-handed mostly. But I can sort of manage with my left hand a little. My right hand got hurt once so I had to figure out how to use my left or get hurt more.
11. What does your voice sound like?
A…girl’s voice? I don’t know, sorry.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
“Please”, “pasghetti”, “Jinx”, and some other stuff. I don’t keep track. 13. What do you have in your pockets?
Chocolate. Bobby pin. Is that how it’s spelled?
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
I chew on my finger sometimes. My ears and tail twitch a lot too, mostly when I’m not all there to keep them in check.
Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
Bipolar. The first four years were really, really, really bad, and then the next three were just sort of…crap. Then Jinx came and made things better for the other half up to now.
16. What is your earliest memory?
It’s dark, I’m tired, and I’m sitting somewhere warm. Then my arms and legs are burning and it’s hurting and pinching.
17. How much schooling have you had?
Jinx home schools me. Sorta.
18. Did you enjoy school?
Sure. I don’t see why not to. It’s better than being illiterate and stupid and…stuff.
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
Uhm, all the ones related to being a demon were either from myself, instinct, or Seamus. Jinx taught me a few things, prolly, that I haven’t even noticed yet.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
Uhm, Mama, when I was really little. And Jinx. I guess I have a thing for maternal figures. 21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Mama, just fine. She loved me and was nice to me and spoiled me as much as was safe. Which was basically not at all, but I know she wanted to, so it’s okay. Daddy, not at all. He hated me. Jinx, good. She adopted me and actually does take care of me and does so much for me and I really, really like her. Seamus, all right. Sometimes he makes me mad because he’s mean to other people, but he’s always, always nice to me, even when he’s Disapproving. Kenji, I didn’t like at first just ‘cause…yeah. He was stealing my territory and stuff. And he slapped Jinx. But now he’s okay. I like when I actually get to hang out with him and he isn’t doing school things or something. And I guess I’ll stick Adrian in, since he’s been around for ages and is sleeping with my Jinx. Got along with him just fine too. It’s kind of hard not to, because he’s nice unless he’s mad and he’s never mad at me. Not allowed to.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I kind of just wanted to be alive and happy and safe and with Mama. Then ‘alive’ was easier and I was happy and I was safe and the only way to be with Mama would be to give all that up and die. So now I just want to stay alive and happy and safe.
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
Playing with my pretty things. Colored strings and soft cloth and just stuff I found. I had a pet spider, once. And then when I was living with Jinx, I liked winning things. Like, grass throwing contests and stuff.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
I don’t know, I’m still kind of a child—these ones are hard. When I was really little I just displayed whatever personality traits that helped me not get hurt. Mostly I was just quiet. Then when I got away I was still pretty…uhm, timid, but I was a lot more energetic and really easily excitable. I sort of still am.
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Not really. The demon thing kills that in a town full of humans. All my friends are the people who live with me, basically, and I’ve already described them.
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
Uhm, I haven’t had a real kiss yet.
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
…Daddy did bad things to me.
28. If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.
I was born this way, so I kind of figured it out really quickly.
Part 3: Past Influences
29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
When Daddy got really, really mad and Mama…went away for good.
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
Uhm. It used to be Mama, but now it’s prolly Jinx since I’ve been around her so long. It just sort of happened and Mama just became a really nice memory.
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
I’m not old enough to have a greatest achievement yet. But I so helped Jinx and Adrian get together, mmhmm. Like, I made them hold hands and their first snog was ‘cause my dad showed up.
32. What is your greatest regret?
…That Mama died.
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I possessed Jinx once and went crazy, I guess. That was pretty bad. 34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
No, silly!
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
It’s…the same as my most important event.
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
Basically any time I’ve episoded in front of people who don’t really know me that well. 37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
Uhm, I don’t know. If I changed anything, I wouldn’t know everyone I know now. But if I could still have everyone I know now, I’d get rid of Daddy’s entire part in my past.
38. What is your best memory?
Getting adopted. That was really, really nice after tons of people were like “augh, demon, back, back beast!!”
39. What is your worst memory?
When I was most frightened. Sorry, I just really don’t like talking about it.
Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions
40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
Optimistic. Pessimism is just too depressing for me. I mean, so far everything has gone uphill and gotten better, sort of. I think it’s better to keep thinking of it that way instead of expecting everything to go horribly wrong. 41. What is your greatest fear?
That Daddy will come back and ruin everything.
42. What are your religious views?
I don’t really have any. Seamus and Adrian want me to believe in the Four, but I don’t really care. Sometimes I swear by them, though. But I don’t like Jinx’s idea that we just stop existing. It’s too depressing.
43. What are your political views?
I’m fifteen and sheltered, I don’t have any! Except maybe I would really appreciate it if everyone like nonhumans as much as humans?
44. What are your views on sex?
Uhm. I don’t know! People like it. Jinx and Adrian don’t look like they hate it and they’re kind of really good at hating things. And, uhm, I dunno! No one’s ever really bothered asking me or mentioning that I needed to have views on it.
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
Physically? Probably, but I think I’d go crazy if I killed anyone. Like, one permanent episode for the rest of my life. I don’t really think killing is acceptable except maybe to save your own life or someone you love, and even then, couldn’t you just…knock them out or something? I don’t like the entire concept. It’s just bad.
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
Uhm, hurt someone like Daddy hurt me or like how Adrian’s family hurt him or worse…if that makes sense?
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
I dunno. I’m a mushy teenage girl so I should, but…I’ve never seen anyone with their soul mate or true love. The majority of people around here don’t believe in it.
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
Love, happiness, someone to make you pasghetti.
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
Pretty honest. I figure it’s fair, because I can get into other people’s heads. And I think it’s just dumb to hide it all the time. Some things I keep private, though.
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
I’m still kind of scared of men that I don’t know. I imagine they’re all just like Daddy and I get scared and nervous and just generally freaked if they’re creepy.
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
Gods. Uhm, no killing, because it’d just drive me insane. I won’t hurt someone just for the heck of it, either. It’d prolly drive me crazy, too, but maybe not as bad as killing. 52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Jinx, basically. And any other loved ones I might gather. I would have died for Mama. I almost did, too.
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Post by Souleh on Nov 5, 2006 18:47:29 GMT -5
Part 5: Relationships With Others
53. In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?
I’m nice to everyone, unless they’re scary or something. Then I get threatened and start to growl. The same thing happens if they turn out to be mean. I’m more comfortable around people I know, too. Like, with the scared-of-men thing, it’s not even in effect with Adrian (even though that’s ‘cause he’s really girly) or Seamus or Kenji.
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Jinx, ‘cause she’s taken care of me and helped me get saner. And stuff. I’m really attached to her. I think I’d go crazy again if she got taken away.
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
Uhm, see above, I guess? And also because she’s somehow managed not to become a complete psycho killer after putting up with all of us.
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
Didn’t I already answer this question? My best friend is Kenji, just because I’m prolly not allowed to pick a parental figure and it sure isn’t Adrian.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
I’m fifteen! Of course I’m not married!
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
Nooope.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
Uhm. I guess they’d have to be cute and nice and stuff? I dunno.
60. How close are you to your family?
Uhm, my ‘family’ type thing, I’m pretty close to, mostly because they’re the only people I know. And they all love me or are at least affectionate or quietly tolerate me.
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
No, I’m fifteen! Why do you keep asking all these weird questions? But I don’t know if I want to. That would mean…a lot of stuff had to happen. And, like, would I even be that good at keeping everyone not dead? 62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
Duh, Jinx. And then Seamus. And then Kenji. And then maybe Adrian, but if no one else could handle it, I don’t think he could. Unless I needed desperate help with angsting.
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
Jinx, ‘cause that’s what she does. 64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
Everyone I live with. I’m the babyyy.
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
…Daddy. He hurt me.
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
I don’t like to argue. People get loud and scary and…it just makes me queasy. 67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
Uhm, I don’t know. I don’t really…wind up in social situations.
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
Not really. It gets kind of scary. But…it’s not like I get completely petrified like Adrian does. I just try to find someone I feel safe with and stay by them for most of the time.
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Kinda, yeah. I want everyone to like me and stuff, think I’m good.
Part 6: Likes And Dislikes
70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
I like competing. And I like when Seamus helps me get better at being demon. He gets really fun, then, sort of different than how he is the rest of the time. I like when we get to go eavesdrop on people’s heads. It used to feel bad, but now I think pretty much as long as I don’t use it for some Evil Plot, it can’t be that bad, right? I like meal times, but that’s not really a hobby. Uhm, hanging out with everyone else. Sometimes when I’m really bored I go in the yard and chase stuff.
71. What is your most treasured possession?
Either my music box or my locket.
72. What is your favorite color?
Orange!
73. What is your favorite food?
Pasghetti. Er, spaghetti. If you couldn’t figure that out. I kind of love it way too much. 74. What, if anything, do you like to read?
I think I inherited Seamus’s icky feeling when he reads. Sometimes I get headaches. I do read, though, just not tons. I like the stories with happy endings. They make me feel good.
75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
Anything that isn’t boring.
76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
No. I’m prolly not allowed to, but I never really found out, because I just don’t want to.
77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
Like every other night.
78. What makes you laugh?
Sometimes people have really weird thoughts and that’s funny. Just…anything that doesn’t make perfect sense or is really silly. I don’t like that physical humor stuff, though. 79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
Violence freaks me out and makes me feel sick.
80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
Watch other people’s dreams. That would be really fun, but I’m usually asleep before that’s a possibility.
81. How do you deal with stress?
I get upset and my tail starts spazzing out.
82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
I don’t know. As long as there are no terrible surprises, I don’t really care either way. 83. What are your pet peeves?
Mean people, itchy fur, and arguments.
Part 7: Self Images And Etc.
84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?
I don’t have much of a routine. I get up somewhere around seven. Do anything I need to do in the bathroom—teeth, wash my face, make sure my hair isn’t ginormous or alive. Go get dressed. Breakfast at eight. Insert stuff here. Lunch at noon. More stuff here. Dinner at six-thirty. More stuff. Shower and bed when I get tired, usually well before eleven. 85. What is your greatest strength as a person?
Uhm, I’m nice. Like, I don’t know. I give everyone except creepy men the benefit of the doubt.
86. What is your greatest weakness?
I’m very…fragile. Like, not physically. My mind.
87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I wouldn’t be so completely unable to be out in the real world for long. That would be nice, I guess. Or I wouldn’t have as many scars.
88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Sort of both. Introverted, because I don’t do well with tons of people, but extroverted because if it’s just, like, one or two people I can be outgoing.
89. Are you generally organized or messy?
Somewhere in between. People who just, like, looked in my room would think I was messy, but everything’s perfectly organized for me. I can go find anything right now if you asked me.
90. Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.
Hmm. I’m good at reading people in polite moderation, anything athletic, and being a sort of good daughter. I’m crap at keeping calm, shutting out stray thoughts, and staying still for long times.
91. Do you like yourself?
I guess so. I don’t not like myself.
92. What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons...)
Uhm…I’m not an adventurer? I just hang around the house and…stuff.
93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
Huh. Gods, I don’t know. I’d like to Get Over what happened when I was little. And…not be a burden to Jinx.
94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Uhm, twenty and basically in the same situation as now, I guess.
95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
I want to die of laughter. Or something.
96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Uhm. Let everyone know how much I love them. Spend the entire day enjoying myself with the people I love. Then go outside and lay in the grass and stare up at the sky and wait to die. 97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
That I was a good person and not some evil demon biatch like people think demons are.
98. What three words best describe your personality?
Uhm. Lively, curious, happy.
99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Crazy demon chick.
100. If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice...)
Uhm. Hell, I don't know. SWEAR A LITTLE.
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Post by Souleh on Nov 10, 2006 20:30:33 GMT -5
Crazy weird thing that smacked me upside the head whilst cleaning.
Rough, smooth Sun-kissed, moon struck Collision contact Hear it rip Angry red river Springs from ivory.
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Post by Souleh on Nov 13, 2006 18:06:05 GMT -5
If anyone is reading this, STOP NOW. Unless you like mindless incestuous snogging. Then feel free to continue.
I WARNED YOU.
To say that neither of them had meant for this to happen would be inaccurate—the concept had been safely filed under ‘Completely Impossible.’
Adrian is against the wall, his eyes a hazy mix of fear and surprise, his hands crushed in front of him, pressed against the other chest. He can’t help but be slightly jealous of it, even now; it is hard and lovely and he’s sure that it far outranks his own. But he is very easily distracted, his focus effortlessly drawn back to the situation at hand, the body that had shoved him against the wall in the first place. He doesn’t dare say a word, just watches his brother, who is frozen against him, looking almost scared for the first time Adrian can remember. His breathing is fast and warm, forcing him to notice the proximity of their lips—he licks his bottom lip just slightly at the thought, eliciting a frown from his older brother. This is complete agony, an entirely new sort, and he can’t tell if it’s an ache to have him or nauseating self-hatred for even thinking of his own brother in such a light.
He doesn’t get a chance to make up his mind. Lucian crushes their mouths together, forcing his lips open. He does as he always has, and gives in, letting the blond have what he wants.
The kiss ends just as quickly, both of them breathing hard, staring at the other. “This is so wrong--brothers--incest,” Adrian murmurs, almost involuntarily, shrinking back reflexively at the look on his brother’s face.
“Shut the fvck up,” he snarls, his actions less human than his mutant brother. “You’re not even human. It doesn’t even count.” The slimmer boy’s expression crumples slightly and he is met with a vicious grin, just inches from his own face. Adrian doesn’t pick up the slight desperation in his tone. “It’s not incest and I’m not queer—this is just—civilized bestiality.”
For a long moment, Adrian stares at him in silence, obedient and choking on the lump of hurt in his throat. Then Lucian heaves a disgruntled sigh and presses tightly against him again, kissing him with as much force as the first. He is reluctant to return it, and does his best to keep it chaste—keeping lips closed, and, when his brother, with a bit of skilled maneuvering, forces them open, teeth. He is met with a low growl of sorts, and Lucian turns his attention to his lips, taking the bottom between his own pearly whites. Biting hard enough to break skin, he smiles at the twisted reaction, Adrian’s positive delight at the pain. He sucks on it for a moment, then slowly drags his teeth off and away, kissing a much more responsive specimen.
It is scary--no, terrifying--and so wrong, but it’s a heady rush and he can’t stop, not that he particularly wants to. He slips his hands out from between them, pressing against him and relishing the seamless closeness, arms wrapping around the larger male. Lucian’s hands have already slipped under his shirt, tracing the indent between each define rib in his wasted body. His hands are cold; he shivers under them, a tremble from head to toe.
The meeting of their mouths feels like a battleground, as though Lucian is devouring him and he is fighting for just one taste before the end. He loves it, has never had a kiss so bent on destroying him. He loves the blond’s hands just as much, as they explore as much bone white skin as they can, short, perfect nails running down his back. He can feel them reach the top of his pants and attempt to slip under, and immediately wishes he had gone with baggy rather than tight. Lucian doesn’t it faze him, making quick work of the studded belt, button, zipper. Adrian mirrors his actions, slower, impeded by caution and his shaking hands.
The phone rings and he freezes, certain that whoever is calling is more important than him, this. The thought fills him with dread—this is the first physical contact that hasn’t been fueled by hate—and he stirs himself quickly, throws himself into seeming irresistible, sucking on his tongue, creating a pleasant bit of friction with his hips, anything. Lucian lets the machine take it.
After all, they have a lot of brotherly bonding to make up.
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Post by Souleh on Dec 9, 2006 15:50:18 GMT -5
Seamus/Adrian. Untitled.
Seamus is pretending that he isn’t pathetic, lying flat on his back and staring blankly at the ceiling, more or less cuddling his own tail. His mouth is a hard, straight line, perhaps pulling downward at the corners just barely, a product of the dream of Erin that had woken him. Dazed and floating safely on the outskirts of unconsciousness, he is blissfully without thought, absorbing the good feeling of the others’ pleasant dreams to soothe the old, dull ache in him.
His ears twitch up involuntarily as his mind automatically latches onto thoughts of him, and, half-asleep as he is, he doesn’t stop it. Something in him immediately identifies the mind—it’s obvious, really, he has never encountered anyone with a similar head. Of course, he’s never met another darkie. Involuntarily, he lets the mutant’s dream fill his own empty head, completely devoid of any consideration that maybe he should come to and shut his head.
Tricked by the presence of a dream, his eyes close, the image gaining clarity, becoming just as vivid as though he were the one having it. He is too out of it to be disoriented by seeing the whole thing from Adrian’s point of view, looking at his own face as the younger male’s subconscious has interpreted it, although there is a little part of him awake enough to wonder why he looks like he does, why his breath is coming so quickly and—are those his hands he can feel around Adrian’s waist?
His daze is lost very quickly; he comes rushing to the surface, but, tired and now a bit panicked, he doesn’t have the faculties to close the very strong connection between his mind and Adrian’s. He rolls over onto his stomach, his face pressed firmly into his pillow, eyes closed futilely against the images in his head.
Seamus watches himself pull the smaller boy closer, much too close, feels his—no, Adrian’s—chest against his representative in the dream. He realizes idly that Adrian has put himself into a position to be seduced, held, adored, wanted. The demon makes a feeble attempt at concentrating on that one point and analyzing it while the other Seamus kisses Adrian’s forehead, his nose, catches his lips. He beats the pillow as lips part and tongues meet, he coaxing Adrian from careful and hesitant to a frenzied, warm connection of their mouths. His stomach turns oddly, and he tells himself that it’s disgust, ignores the doubt.
He wraps his arms over his head, he tries holding his breath, anything to block out the mental images being seared into his memory. Too quickly it is becoming like a train wreck, but he pretends that he can look away, keeps trying. He even tries to trick himself into believing he isn’t actually seeing anything—not Adrian slipping his hands under his shirt, not his own hand running through the elemental’s hair, not their bodies pressed close together, not Adrian practically wrapped around him, not himself seeming to like it.
In the choppy and, in this case, inconvenient manner of dreams the dream somehow switches settings at Adrian’s subconscious’s whim, and Seamus swears quietly into the pillow, grinding his teeth. The two bodies in his mind fervently pull at each other’s clothing, with the heated frenzy of reunited teenaged lovers. Slick, smooth skin emerges from under cloth, glowingly pale and tan, freckled lightly. It is difficult to swallow, as he watches his hands glide over the white skin, swirling on Adrian’s hip. He watches Adrian pull away from his mouth and leave a trail of kisses on his jaw line and he sighs. Finally, they have broken the wet link of their mouths, he doesn’t have to convince his own mouth that it isn’t in the middle of a good snog. Only now he has to convince his jaw, his neck, his chest, his stomach that no kisses are being lavished on them, no tongue is brushing gently on them; now he has to convince his lips that he is not the one lavishing kisses on jaw, neck, chest, stomach. The perspective of the dream is confusing his body—it sees itself and suppose he is feeling what that body feels, it feels what Adrian feels and supposes that must be the truth.
But his dream self pulls Adrian up, joins their mouths together—the motives confuse, him, of course, until he realizes that this is the darkie’s dream, his representation in the dream is limited to what the boy wants. Seamus bites his lip, reminds it that it is not in motion, curling tightly into a ball as mouths are sent into an electric dance again, hands start moving with a purpose. The thin, spidery fingers of the darkie are smooth, gentle, surprisingly strong, and it is terrible to feel as though he is the one moving them, to feel the approximation of his own body beneath him. He wonders what they feel like and his mind grants him its best estimate before he has a chance to squash the thought, remind himself how disgusting and wrong this dream is. His mind’s best estimate is pretty d**n good, though, and it’s so hard to reprimand himself, he almost gets lost in it and—
“Fvck,” he whispers, practically gasping, cursing those hands, that best estimation. The dream is getting entirely too heated and he is getting entirely too lost, swallowed by the pour of feeling that he’s been opened up too, too lost to even begin to worry if his daughter is picking up even an inkling of this. Seamus has lost the capability of thought; his mind is working on skin and sweat, desire, pure unadulterated lust.
It is a great effort to roll from his bed, to cross the floor to the door, to pull it open. It’s snowballing, and it’s so much easier to step out into the hall after glancing both ways, it gets easier with every step. He doesn’t even hesitate at the door, slips in, trips over a pile of gods-know-what on the floor.
Adrian is sitting up in bed by the time he gets to his feet, which is hardly any time at all, really, and he can tell when the darkie registers who it is, the sudden alarm running through him. He is turning a very pretty shade of scarlet and making an admirable attempt at looking angry with him for interrupting his slumber, but Seamus is a demon, he can feel the worry, the confused part of him that wants to see him in the same light as the Seamus in his dream.
The confidence, determination begins to ebb, doubt slips in. “Adrian,” he starts, his voice lower, huskier than he particularly expects. The smaller male frowns, pulls back slightly, unsure of what he should be expecting. Seamus clears his throat, summons up the forces of his instinct and impulse, manages somehow to join the elemental on the bed. He ignores the fact that Adrian is close to cowering.
Adrian swallows, his eyes darting while he searches his face, “Seamus?” The demon in question smiles crookedly, perhaps showing more fang than he ought to, pulls the darkie close.
“I’ve got to give you a refresher on unconscious blocking, kid,” he murmurs, and kisses Adrian’s forehead, his nose, catches his lips.
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