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Post by Souleh on Dec 20, 2006 18:44:07 GMT -5
Seamus/Erin. OMGCANONCOTM.
“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do! You’re a doctor, aren’t you?” A pause. “Call the vet? My son is no animal!”
He groans weakly, stirring, trying to turn onto his side. Calm, gentle hands push him down, strok his damp forehead. Quiet humming covers the shouts of his mother, and the door clicks shut without his noticing, an “Erin, keep him comfortable while I calm Evelyn down” passing through the air without a single flicker of recognition. He is entirely wrapped up in the quiet, the soft lullaby falling down on him.
“’Rin?” He coughs, shaking, curling tighter.
The hands pause, wait for him. “Seamus.”
He reaches up with a heavy hand, curling it pitifully around her wrist and pulling meekly. “S’cold.”
She smiles shakily, nodding, “It’s winter, sweetheart.”
He pulls again. “M’cold.”
Unwrapping her legs, she kneels, crawling onto the mattress lain across the floor of her father’s office and under the layers and layers of blankets atop Seamus. She cuddles into him, and, though he is thoroughly exhausted, he manages to make them both feel safe when he wraps his arms around her. She actually manages to laugh, quietly, “Daddy would have a fit if he saw us.”
“Daddy c'n’ go fvck ‘imself,” he murmurs blearily, to the nervous giggles of the girl pressed against him.
She pulls a hand to her lips and kisses the palm, wrapping his fingers around it, and then hers around his. “Go to sleep, handsome.”
“Flattery,” he breathes, already halfway there.
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Post by Souleh on Dec 20, 2006 18:55:50 GMT -5
Jinx/Adrian. OMGKINKYCOTMCANON. (Yes canon it could happen nyah.)
Somewhere outside, a snow family was being built, with typical holiday merriment serving as its soundtrack. The noise just barely reached the inside as a soft murmur, falling on the only two creatures still inside—Adrian, whose rather somber attire had been interrupted by a Santa hat he was not willingly wearing, curled beneath a blanket with Jinx, who was rather more festive than her darkie counterpart.
He cleared his throat and she glanced down at him, absently fixing his hat, “So, what sort of present did you get me that couldn’t be opened in front of the others?” His black eyes flicked down, glancing to the wrapped stack of two boxes she was holding, and then back up to her, looking curious and a little impatient.
She just smirked, but handed the present over. Adrian made no comment on the horrifically gaudy (and shiny for gods’ sakes) wrapping paper, having already sniffed at it when Shannon had squealed about finding it. For all of his impatience and slight whining about getting his gift last, he took a painstakingly careful approach to opening it, first untying the ribbon—black, the only part he liked so far—ever so slowly. He placed it on his wrist and held still for a moment, a shadow tying it in a bow around it, much to the eye rolling exasperation of Jinx. Somehow, he managed to pull off the paper to the top box without ripping a single bit, just a bit of shiny stuff sticking to various pieces of tape, to reveal a black box, only an inch or so tall. An eyebrow rose with the cover, as he lifted the gift with a single finger of his other hand. The black leather collar hung limply, swaying just slightly between the two, “A collar.”
“No, a blender. Open the other one.”
“A collar.”
“Yes, I know. The blender thing was sarcasm, Adrian. Now open the other one like a good boy.”
He sighed in a very tortured manner, peeling the wrapping off the other, almost larger gift. Another black box, identical to the first except in width and length. Again, he lifted the lid, carefully plucking out the present and holding it up for Jinx to see. “A leash?” It was black enough to match his nails, and leather, just like the collar. What color managed to exist in his face drained suddenly, and he glanced about him nervously. “I thought I made it clear that I did not like dogs.”
Jinx grinned, practically baring her teeth at him, “Who said it was for a dog?” He met her with a confused look as she snatched up the collar, undoing it and gently placing it around his neck.
His eyes widened, the color that had fled moments before rushing back in tenfold, turning him an exquisitely festive shade of red. His fingers automatically went to the leather around his neck, but her hands caught his before he could feel it, her lips quieting the protest he was about to utter. Dear God, I'm an idiot. Forgot to mention, Jinx isn't mine. Copyright Tori. Used with permission.
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Post by Souleh on Jan 4, 2007 19:14:53 GMT -5
It's National Spaghetti Day. I have a character obsessed with spaghetti and a boring algebra class.
Kenji/Shannon
Shannon adored pasghetti. She couldn't particularly explain why, except that perhaps it was the first food she'd ever had in the happy half of her life. What she loved more than pasghetti, though, was far more complicated than a mass of pasta and sauce--all skin and brown hair and the patented Cute Nerdy look and, her favorite, an endlessly wonderful head. A head that was currently spilling confusion and more than a little amusement.
"What the hell?" He peeled the noodles from his skin, she grinned entirely too largely to be human.
Laughing, she tossed more at him, "I have to be sure it's done!" She could feel his exasperated amusement infecting her with a dangerous case of the giggles. He said something, she wasn't sure what, just that it was funny and she really could not stop laughing. She was thoroughly enjoying throwing pasghetti at her Kenji.
He ducked her next toss, working his way toward her. The next handful hit him, sticking to his lovely, lovely head.
"Hey, Noodle," she cooed when he reached her side, she sitting on the counter, he standing.
"Hi, silly."
She giggled, leaning in as though to kiss him, instead fixing her lips around a noodle. She sucked it up, almost smirking. "Yum. Kenjisghetti."
He chuckled, and then shut her up with the kiss he'd been expecting.
Kenji belongs to the lovely Tori.
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Post by Souleh on Jan 13, 2007 23:41:06 GMT -5
100 Questions. Dmitri. Durhurhur.
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Dmitri Sasha Loschin. Russian (or Greek, depending on who you ask) and Slavic names.
2. Where and when were you born?
20 years ago on July 3rd. In a hospital, I guess.
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Irina Loschin is my mom. She’s a kindergarten teacher. Really, really sweet, and when we were kids she was always the ‘cool mom.’ Like, she never judged me or any of my friends. She was only ever Disappointed. She only asked a few questions when Adrian stayed with us, like if he had just run away for a stupid reason, things to make sure letting him stay was actually a good thing. She likes doing the good thing. And she makes the best cookies. Ever.
Dad’s Rudi Loschin. He’s very down to earth, and I mean that literally. He does landscaping stuff and he has this gorgeous garden out back of their house. He always wanted us to be a part of it and would take us out back whenever he was doing something he trusted us with. He called it ‘playing in the dirt’ when we were little, so it would sound cooler to two little boys. Anyway, he’s pretty quiet, and is just a little less open-minded about stuff than Mom. Like, he’ll ask more questions, will actually get mad about stuff, stay Disappointed longer. Nothing huge, though. My parents are cool.
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
I have a brother. Aleksei, but he prefers Alek. I don’t really blame him. Anyway, he’s a good guy. As kids, he was a little bit of a brat, but I think it was mostly because he was a little jealous of me. I was a Different kid and he was perfectly fine with being your average American kid and…well, my parents sort of like the odd things. I think I was probably favored, so he mostly did his best to get me in as much trouble as possible and generally drive me crazy. We’re both older now, more mature, and he’s a lot better about it. We mostly give our parents crap about it, sometimes he hangs out with me and Kenton, if his calendar’s open.
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
In a small box close to school. With Kenton. We’re the definition of Best Friends. I mean, we’re living together because it’s convenient, not because we’re connected at the hip, but still. I go to school, he basically works for his sister. They’re both way into the piercing and tattooing thing, he’s got the piercing down and he’s apprenticing under her for the tattooing thing. He’s really cool, like the giant muscley teddy bear full of metal and ink. Sometimes a reckless idiot and he can lose his temper occasionally, but he makes up for it with really awesome stuff.
6. What is your occupation?
Student. And waiter.
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 average height, maybe a little on the short side, depending on who you ask. 5’9, 5’10. My weight…something like 157 pounds. People say I look ‘soft’, like…there’s nothing sharp or birdie about me. I’m all round edges and things like that. My natural hair color is brown, but it’s just so freaking boring that I usually dye it. Hot pink, green, blue, purple, orange-y red, red, black with a different color highlights. My favorite’s green, though. I keep it long-ish, like long enough to just barely get in my eyes. Speaking of which, they’re brown, too. Not the most gorgeous shade, either, but oh, well. Sometimes I wear eyeliner, depending on my mood. Prolly a bit more than just sometimes. I picked it up from Adrian, I kind of like how I look with it. This ‘style of dress’ thing…tee shirts and jeans. Sorta girly stuff, but not exactly. I don’t like my clothes really loose, either, it makes me feel grungy, but too tight makes me feel like I’m advertising or something. Lots of greens and browns and blues.
Distinguishing marks. Lessee. I have a scar on the back of my leg from an accident when I was a kid. And I have one tattoo. It’s…a remembrance thing, really. It’s on my back. One lavender alstroemeria flower (Peruvian Lily/Lily of the Incas) surrounded by light blue harebells. Alstroemeria’s connotation is devotion or friendship. In mine it’s representing both. Harebell’s is submission or grief. The second. There are five flowers in all, and the Peruvian Lily has 14 spots. It sounds big, but it really actually isn’t.
8. To which social class do you belong?
Random college kid?
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
I’m allergic to dust or something. It sucks.
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Left, actually. My life is filled with the dangers of right-handed tools!
11. What does your voice sound like?
I don’t know. An average, happy guy’s sort of voice.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
I don’t know, it’s not something I exactly keep track of. People’s names, I guess. “Kenton”, “Kimberly”, “Dmitri”, “Alek”, explaining how my last name’s pronounced (Lah-shin), things you’d expect a college kid to say.
13. What do you have in your pockets?
Key to home. Wallet with some cash in it. A…battery? Huh.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Besides endlessly changing my hair color? Uhm, I flick my head a lot, to get the hair out of my eyes. And I gesture a lot while I talk. Kenton gives me crap about it a lot.
Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
Okay. I had to put up with kids picking on me and a lot of that stuff. For a lot of reasons. But Mom and Dad were cool about it, they let me switch to a better school, and I had Ellie and Kenton to boost my self-esteem since I can remember. Or close, at least. I think I guilted Ken into marrying me, and then Ellie pouted so we both married her. Yeah. Anyway, it was okay. The later teenage years majorly sucked though, after we lost Ellie. Adrian disappeared for ages and me and Kenton were both really depressed and generally messed up for a long time. We managed.
16. What is your earliest memory?
Getting a puppy. I was, like, pee my pants happy. Not literally. I was about, oh, five or six? Mom and Dad gave us some names to pick from, we picked Anezka. Our family has a thing for weird Russian or Slavic names, I guess.
17. How much schooling have you had?
I’m in college right now.
18. Did you enjoy school?
Not really. I went to Kenton’s school for a while, and got picked on a lot. And after I switched schools, I didn’t have anyone except some friendly acquaintances, and while the whole atmosphere and stuff was a lot better, it still kind of sucked without anyone really close.
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
Mom, Dad, my friends, some things I taught myself.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
I really admired both of my parents. They’re awesome.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Good. I mean, Alek was a little brat and tried to exact revenge for me being favored, but he had his good moments. He backed off whenever I was upset, and all of that whole mess with Ellie. Mom and Dad were parents. They did what they thought what was best for me, and they usually got it right. They actually listened and didn’t consider me an idiot like some people’s parents.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A teacher, like my mom. Or an astronaut.
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
Helping Mom bake, helping Dad in the garden, playing those silly little kid games with Kenton and Ellie and Alek and Kenton’s sister and sometimes Ellie’s siblings. Uhm, going to movies, I was in the school orchestra (cello), taught myself bass guitar but never really had anyone super musical to start a band with. I even tried. Really hard. I mean, I practically begged Adrian to be vox, but he was very, very opposed to the idea. Ellie could’ve been keyboard or something—she knew how to play piano. Kenton could play a set decently, but he only ever wanted to goof off, not actually, yanno, have even just a silly garage band. Spoilsports. I read a lot. Video games. Just hanging out with my friends.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
I was really lively, and really willing to like anyone that was nice to me. A little shy streak, but nothing crippling, just not the kid who walks up to someone alone and introduces themselves. Creative, my parents say.
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Not really. People didn’t like me because I was weird.
My really close friends were Kenton, Ellie, and later, Adrian. Or, are, in every case but one.
I think I’ve described Kenton already. It took a while to get as close as we are now, there were some bumps and stuff, but…yeah. Ever since we’ve been friends, we’ve been the kind of friends that can sit around in silence and be completely comfortable with it. We met after I moved away from Ellie. At school. He had to stay in during recess because he had gotten himself in trouble and I had to stay in for something, I forget.
Ellie…God. I knew her for almost my entire life, up until the…accident. We were neighbors for a while, and our parents sort of got on (as long as religion didn’t come up) so we wound up friends automatically. It helped that we were compatible. She was just…really awesome. A bit like her parents, but not so much that I wanted to smack her. Very determined and willing to lead. Although, that sort of varied depending on the people. She was really devoted to all of us, except when she got pissed, when she just…had to get away from whoever was pissing her off for a while to calm down.
And Adrian. He showed up around when I was fourteen, everyone else was fifteen or sixteen. Somewhere around there. The whole beginning was…a little scary. Kenton was a bit more vocal about it, but…I was a little apprehensive about him when we met. I mean, he was just this random guy Ellie found who was about to throw himself off a bridge. Even after we were friends, there was always this serious element of scary about him. Not, like, horror movie scary, I mean scary like…passing out, cutting himself, eating disorder and depression kind of scary. And he was very secretive about…a lot. I don’t even know his parents’ names. But…he was so good to Ellie, except for the extremely rare fight when he got defensive about his issues, and he made her so happy. We gave him a chance. It worked out. He…I don’t know. He was so different, even from us, I could just feel it, and so freaking mysterious and he’s really, really gorgeous. I had a very painful crush on him. Probably made it worse by volunteering to snog him in front of Ellie’s parents so he had an excuse to stick around after she ‘broke up with him.’
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
Ignatius Thresher. He was from school, and we got along pretty well. It was after school. In the library, for God’s sake. We had this project to do for history and there was definitely a mutual attraction. He kissed me. I just returned the favor. Not like I minded or anything. It was nice. Except for the part where we got caught about the third kiss. Were informed that it was inappropriate for middle school boys to be snogging in the reference shelves of the library.
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
No, whoot, go me. Caleb Rey. It was just last year, after the longest stretch I’ve ever been with the same person. It was after just a regular date, but…I don’t know. It was the ‘just a regular date’ that finally ended in the bedroom. …I miss him still, sometimes.
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. My influences are people, I guess. Their love of me or their dislike of me or, you know…their death. People.
Part 3: Past Influences
29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
I don’t know. I guess…when Ellie died. I mean, it completely knocked my life off balance. Completely. My life is going fine and I’m satisfied and then one morning my mom wakes me up and tells me she has horrible news.
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
Kenton. He’s slowly been corrupting me from the start. One of these days I’m going to wind up plotting to take over the world and it’ll be his fault. Eh. He helped me grow a backbone before my lack of one would be a big issue, took me out of my comfort zone a lot.
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Not just giving up and curling up and dying when things got too painful. I made it through high school, I made it to college, I made it back to Happy.
32. What is your greatest regret?
I don’t know. I don’t have that many regrets. That we gave up looking for Adrian so quickly, even though he was right under our noses the entire time.
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I think crushing on one of your best friend’s boyfriends is pretty bad. Almost practically sort of hitting on him after she’s died is worse. …God. What the hell.
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
Nope.
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
Uhm, it was on this field trip. I got lost and started to panic, started to think dumb things like they were going to leave me behind. They found me, but I’d already started crying hysterically.
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
Er, well. I wound up headfirst in a garbage can once. And couldn’t get out, because it was one of those with a lid and a flappy door. …So I started screaming and maybe crying a little.
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
Ellie wouldn’t die. Duh.
38. What is your best memory?
We—as in the Fantab Four—just hanging out. It was summer, Fourth of July. Day after my birthday and all, so I was having a birthday party sort of thing. At the park, just watching fireworks and hanging out on a blanket. Kenton’s sister and his dad are there, and my family is. Ellie’s isn’t, because she doesn’t want them there, so she can snuggle with Adrian and stuff. Cake and fireworks and I’m not exactly sure why it’s my best memory, except that everyone there is just so happy and I remember thinking that I wanted every day to feel that good.
39. What is your worst memory?
It was early in the morning. Earlier than I ever woke up. The phone rang and I sort of woke up, but didn’t think anything of it and went back to sleep, Mom woke me up later, I don’t know how much longer after. She was…really terrifying, just looking at her. She had that look that parents get when they’re going to try to be there for their kids, even if they don’t know exactly how. I turned on the lamp and we sat together on my bed. No one else was up. She started with stuff about how she had bad news, and that the whole family was there for me, and that we were going to get through it. I was scared and tired and cranky and I figured that some great-grandparent had died, so I sort of snapped at her to tell me what was going on. I know exactly what she said. “They found Ellie this morning in the park.” So I thought, okay, maybe she ran away. Worst case scenario, she was raped or Adrian had committed suicide and she’d broken down and was just wandering around crazily. I asked if she was okay, could I see her. Mom said “Oh, honey” in this way she has and I think my stomach shot down through the entire Earth. She…explained. They found her…body. In the park.
I—God, it was the most awful thing in the world. And it just got worse from there. The pointing out of everything suspicious, Adrian disappearing, playing cello at her wake and bawling my freaking eyes out, being a pallbearer at her funeral and crying more than I thought possible, the ages it took for me and Kenton to get anywhere close to normal again.
Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions
40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
Optimistic. I try to see things in the best light possible, even if sometimes the best light is that at least you’re not dead.
41. What is your greatest fear?
That I’ll wind up alone.
42. What are your religious views?
I’m agnostic.
43. What are your political views?
Ugh. Please, don’t even bring it up. Politics is the one place that eludes my optimism. My views are generally liberal, though. Just I have no faith in politicians whatsoever, so I basically just expect the government to screw me over as many times as they possibly can.
44. What are your views on sex?
It’s nice. Fun. I like it to have at least some emotional thing. I don’t do the sex with strangers thing, but I probably won’t wait ages into a relationship again.
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
I don’t know. No. Killing is…mostly unacceptable. Self-defense, killing to save someone else, all that is okay, I guess. Just…a good person just ending is always terrible. It’s not acceptable to add to all the natural ways that happens. Death causes too much hurt for it to be okay.
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
Kill. Or otherwise destroy life. Just because you’re body’s still animated doesn’t mean you’re actually living.
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
Not really. Love, yes, but not that true love crap. It’s like anarchy—a nice concept, but it’s not actually going to happen.
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
Whatever makes you happy. While still being a good person. So if what makes you happy is sneaking into houses and strangling babies, you’re not successful.
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
As honest as any other person. I’m not running around hiding everything, but I’m not gushing my heart out to people, too. Mom is my biggest confidant, right next to Kenton. I’m really honest with those two.
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
I really, really hate prejudice. I keep as open a mind as possible.
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
Kill. Maim. Rape. Betray my loved ones. Suicide. They’re all flagrant disrespect for life.
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Kenton. My family. Adrian, even though I never get to see him anymore.
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Post by Souleh on Jan 13, 2007 23:41:50 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 treat other people well. I’m nice. I hate being mean to people. I only get a little evil if someone’s an ass to me first. But it does change depending on how they I know them. I’m a lot more open with them. Cuddlier.
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Kenton or my mom. Kenton’s always been there for me. He’s like…another brother, only without all the stuff that comes between brothers. And my mom is my mom. She’s taken care of me and stuff. I don’t know what I’d do without either of them.
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
Hm. I dunno. Dad, maybe. He completely clawed his way to his success. He even had to struggle to get Mom.
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
Kenton’s my best friend. I’m pretty sure I’ve already gone into that.
I sort of accidentally wound up friends with his older sister, too. She’s pretty cool. Like, a female version of Kenton, with a few added craziness things. She’s a little scary sometimes. Temper worse than Kenton’s. She has a way of making you think she’s going to punch you in the face, even when you’re not the one she’s mad at.
Adrian, of course. We’re not all that in touch. We write to him and send stuff to him, he does the same back. I hear that he’s got a permanent address now, but he didn’t actually say much about it. I think it’s with a woman (probably why he didn’t say anything, Kenton has a habit of giving people crap about such things) and her kid. Maybe I can get him to give us the actual address, we can drop in next time Kenton and I come in to see family.
There are some other people, mostly acquaintances. Not real friends. We don’t hang out much or anything.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
Single and looking, right now.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
Sort of. But…not really. I thought I was. It didn’t work out.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
He has to look good for him to catch my eye. Nice, smart. A sense of humor never hurts.
60. How close are you to your family?
Really close. Even though me and Alek are both moved an hour or more away, we’re still very close.
61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
No. And…I don’t know. Maybe, if I can. Find someone. It’s all a huge If right now.
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
Kenton, definitely. Mom and the rest of the family. Adrian?
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
Yeah, see above. Because they care about me, and I’d do the same for them.
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
Sorry for being repetitive, but see above.
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
I don’t really…despise anyone. No arch nemesis or anything for me.
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
I don’t like arguing. It grates on my nerves. But I will, if I think someone is really wrong.
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
Not really. I tend to be a bit more of a follower than a leader.
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
You wouldn’t be able to tell by the number of friends I have, but yeah, sure, large groups of people are fun. There’s no way you can get bored unless you just sit in a corner and angst.
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Yeah, I guess. Not so much that it dictates who I am, but enough that it hurts when people who don’t know me pass judgment.
Part 6: Likes And Dislikes
70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
I read. Sometimes I still mess around with my bass or my cello. Watch movies. Goof off and hang out with Kenton. Randomly get possessed with random semi-artistic thing and have to finish it.
71. What is your most treasured possession?
I have this old friends picture frame. It used to be just plain white. Adrian and I decorated it. It’s a really weird combination of style—he likes sharp edges, wings, blacks and reds and I like to round stuff off and use as much color as possible—but it’s totally hot. It’s the inside that counts, though. Just this huge collage of tons of pictures of us. It has about a million memories in one frame.
72. What is your favorite color?
Green.
73. What is your favorite food?
Mom’s cookies. They’re heavenly.
74. What, if anything, do you like to read?
Whatever. Fantasy. Fluff. Smut. Occasionally poetry if I’m in the mood.
75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
Anything fun. Music you can dance to. A well-made movie (so rare these days, sob). And yes, parenthesis suggestion person, I like art, too.
76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
I drink sometimes. Socially. Because it’s fun. And I don’t want to quit.
77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
I make a point of getting out on as many Saturdays as possible. I don’t want to be a hermit.
78. What makes you laugh?
Funny things. As in, clever. I don’t like stupid comedy, unless I’m in a really dumb mood or I’m very drunk.
79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
Nn. Ignorance and prejudice in general really pisses me off.
80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
Read or something. Doodle or actually do a for serious drawing. Homework, as pitiful as that sounds.
81. How do you deal with stress?
I vent at Kenton. If he’s stressing me out, vent at Mom. Make Mom’s cookies. Drink something hot, it really doesn’t matter what.
82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
Spontaneity is pretty fun.
83. What are your pet peeves?
Ignorant people.
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 really have a routine. My work schedule and my class schedule varies from day to day, so there’s no set routine. Plus, I don’t exactly like routine. I guess I usually wake up at the same time, around six. It’s good to have a set wake-up time. Then it varies. I try to eat around noon or one. More varied stuff. Dinner is whenever I get home, earliest being around six unless I’ve missed lunch for some reason. As soon as I’m home, I’m doing school stuff or goofing off or something.
85. What is your greatest strength as a person?
I’ve got a big heart.
86. What is your greatest weakness?
I’m scared of trying new things.
87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I’d be a little more sensible about some things.
88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Somewhere in the middle. I still have a little bit of a shy streak, but I do like people.
89. Are you generally organized or messy?
Messy. I’m a little lazy when it comes to cleaning, oops.
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 giving everyone a fair chance. My creative endeavors. Keeping people in line.
I’m bad at controlling my emotions (on both sides of the spectrum). Completely ignoring the jerkfaces. Figuring out what the hell I want to do with my life.
91. Do you like yourself?
Yeah, I’m an okay guy.
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?
93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
I want to fall in love. Run away, terminal mushy!
94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Er. I really have no idea right now. I’m at a complete impasse and that’s very Bad.
95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
Peacefully. When I’m old and happy.
96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Visit the family. Grab Adrian. Hang out with him and Kenton, maybe do something with them that I’ve always wanted to do. Like sky dive.
97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
That I was a good person.
98. What three words best describe your personality?
Colorful, happy, loving? I dunno.
99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Happy innocent freak.
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...)
Why are you so sane. d**n it. Stop being sane so I can give you advice. Dx
I suppose I could inform you that you should really get on that figuring out what you want to do thing.
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Post by Souleh on Jan 16, 2007 18:35:02 GMT -5
100 Questions. Kenton.
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Kenton Barclay Thomas. 2. Where and when were you born?
22 years ago on August 7th in a hospital.
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Darryl Thomas’s my dad. AKA Papa Thomas. He’s a mechanic. Kind of his obsession, which is prolly why he isn’t annoyed by Kim and I’s endeavors. He’s always been really cool about everything. Sort of distant and annoyingly stuck to the strong, silent type image, but he had his moments. Stuff like his annual speech to both Kim and me about how he wasn’t going to stop us from doing the typical stupid teenage stuff, but we were going to have to live with the consequences, and he really hoped that he’d bred kids who after enough stupid mistakes would stop being so stupid. ‘Course the ‘consequences’ included having to put up with him deciding to vacuum your room at five in the morning after a night of getting smashed.
My mom…wasn’t around very long. She took off when I was about two or three, I don’t even really remember her, except from pictures we have of the whole family. Audrey. Haven’t heard from her since. Kim says she has, but she didn’t exactly want to be contacted. 4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
Kimberly, my older sister. Apparently my parents are obsessed with the letter K. Anyway, she’s the best older sister a guy could ask for. She never went through an annoying girly phase, she’s always just been one of the guys around the house. Sure, she’d yell at us for things like leaving the seat up, but we’ve always been cool. Got a worse temper than I do and she sort of scares all my friends a little, but she’s good to me. In the sense that she’s not scared to comfort me, beat some sense into my stupid ass, and/or kill for me. And she’s letting me apprentice under her, so…kick ass.
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
With the magnificent Dmitri Loschin in what he refers to as a small box. Close to his school, close to my work. Dmitri’s been my best friend for ages, he’s like the brother I never had, tear tear. He’s the most adorable guy I know, which is probably weird to say, but it’s my older brother fuzzies for him. It’s hard not to feel at least a little better when he’s around, he doesn’t let a lot get him down. He’s determined to keep everyone close to him cheerful.
6. What is your occupation?
I put holes in people. And act as my sister’s slave while she teaches me to put ink in people.
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.
Tall side of average, 6’2-ish, 143 pounds. Mostly made out of muscle, I take care of myself, work out just a bit. Naturally light brown hair, turns blond if I leave it alone in the summer. In a fauxhawk—the first person to refer to it as ‘scene’ gets punched in the face, it’s just that my head gets kind of cold. I let Dmi dye it because I hate the color, but I’m much more consistent than him. I stick mostly to red, unless I’m feeling like a quick change. Style of dress? Whatever. Band tees and a pair of jeans for every day. I’ll dress it up a bit for important stuff, but I like short sleeves. Show off my pretties.
Know the already tons of times I’ve mentioned body modification? Yeah, covered in ‘distinguishing marks.’ Let’s start with piercings. Snake bites. Tongue. Two on both eyebrows. Bridge. My earlobes. One helix has about…five. The left is busy with an industrial—you know, two different piercings connected by a barbell. My earlobes…I’m tapering the piercings closest to my head. Then two more on each side go up from there. Tragus on right. Antitrag on the other. Right nostril. Both nipples. Nape. Wrist piercings—two on each arm. Vertical sternum. I’ve been considering a few others. Rook, daith, conch etc. Tattoos…tons. Of course, I just listed a huge paragraph of piercings, you probably expect me to list all of the ink, too. Let’s see if I can. I’m working on full sleeves; I’ve gotten up to my elbow completely covered, and then some extra stuff reaching up. It’s mostly a collage sort of thing, but I’ve basically got most of it planned. Back. Chest. That piece of skin between my thumb and pointer finger. Neck (I know, I know, I’ll never get a ‘decent job’ now). I’ve considered UV, but I’m waiting ‘til it’s a bit more reputable. I’m not stupid.
8. To which social class do you belong?
Uh. 20-something body mod freak?
9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Nah, not yet.
10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Right. So jealous of Dmitri and Adrian.
11. What does your voice sound like?
My voice. It’s lowest out of all my friends, but only by a fraction. Just a voice. There’s nothing head turning about it.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
…Did you not see the giant paragraph on body modification? See anything related to that. ‘Dmitri’ and ‘Kim.’ I say ‘kumquat’ every day. On purpose.
13. What do you have in your pockets?
Actually, nothing. I empty them when I get home. Which is where I am right now, surprise.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
I cross my arms when I meet new people, I’m thinking, or I want to look scary. I click my tongue ring on my teeth, too. Drives Dmitri crazy. He hates the sound.
Part 2: Growing Up
15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
I dunno. It was up and down like crazy. I always had someone, at least, but there was things like putting up with a gone mom and a sort of distant (but good) dad. Basically being considered a delinquent just because I was rowdy as hell and later metal and ink showing up. My completely psychotic friends. Everything falling apart for an age. As in, a year or so. Surviving and not being completely miserable. It was fine.
16. What is your earliest memory?
The zoo. I was obsessed with rhinos when I was little, I threw a fit when it was time to go on to the next exhibit. So Kim threw a fit because she was sick of rhinos. We made a huge scene. Dad was pissed.
17. How much schooling have you had?
I have my high school diploma. And I’ve taken a few art classes with Dmi, does that count?
18. Did you enjoy school?
No. If I tried, I could’ve gotten great grades, but all I ever cared about was passing and getting out ASAP. None of my friends went to school with me either, so…yeah.
19. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
Kim taught me a lot. Like I said, best big sister ever. Myself. Dad, I guess.
20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
Every little boy with a dad makes at least a bit of a role model out of him. Otherwise, no.
21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?
Fine. Dad was distant and tolerant of our idiocy. Kim and I were either really close or at each other’s throats, depending on our moods.
22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
An Olympic swimmer. I was pretty good, actually. Not great. But good.
23. As a child, what were your favorite activities?
Hanging out with my friends. Swimming. I was a rabid collector of any slightly weird knick-knack things. A lot of it was really creepy, scary ass clowns, cat lady figurines, etc. Going to shows. Going to parties. I was maybe a bit of a comic book nerd too, but whatever.
24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?
According to very reliable sources, I had an endless amount of energy that usually was expressed by tackling the nearest whatever. I sort of took on a bit of my dad’s strong and silent thing, just with a bit more of a temper. I used to get in a lot of trouble for fighting, until I actually started listening to Dad about hitting the floor, not people.
25. As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?
Not popular. At all. I didn’t exactly hang out with the kids at school, but I had a few friend type things. No one of real consequence, except a girlfriend or two. I highly doubt you won’t ask about that, I’ll get to them later. So that just leaves the Fantabulous Four. Not responsible for the name, my most sincere apologies.
Dmitri first. I’ve already gotten into him, but let’s do it as a child. He moved to my new school, he met me during recess. Inside. I think I was in trouble. He was painfully shy, but I dragged him outside with me, played on the playground and stupid stuff like that. Turned out that we actually worked well as friends.
And then he introduced me to Ellie. She was awesome, too. A bit of a case of tunnel vision, but whatever. She sort of was the least crazy, so she wound up the leader slash mediator slash therapist. I don’t think she minded, except when she got a bit pissed at one of us for breaking a promise. Promises were important to her. Provided endless entertainment. Really straight-edge, though. Got annoyed about all of our bad habits, only ever indulged just a teensy bit. I was working on corrupting her, though.
Adrian. A boyfriend we (eventually) approved of. Weird kid, but people say that about me, too, so whatever. And that was just my first impression. God. And people accuse me of masochism for the tattoos and piercings. She picked him up when he was about to suicide, I don’t remember a time while Ellie was alive that he didn’t have at least a semi-fresh cut on his wrist for more than a week or two, he starved himself. Still. If you actually got him to…loosen up, he could be fun. He let me pierce him and I didn’t have to use any persuasion to get him to get a tattoo. And sweet kid. Freakishly romantic. I swear, if Ellie had lived, they prolly would’ve gotten married and made a million crazy super pale babies.
26. When and with whom was your first kiss?
Sofia Petersen. She was a girl I knew from school. It took until middle of junior year to get it. Prom. The fact that I went is pretty pitiful. Anyway, she was pretty. Nice girl. I think I was just a rebellious fling for her, but she asked me and I wasn’t going to say no, I’m secretly a nice guy. Good kisser at least. She liked my tongue ring.
27. Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?
Annika Wolff. Another girl from school, senior year. Not prom. We’d been dating for a while. She was actually pretty cool. I don’t want my sister, I want an actual girl. And she was…like that, without being annoyingly…wussy typical stereotype of a girl. We clicked (literally, I originally hit on her because I saw the metal on her mouth, I’m so shallow) and…yeah. Didn’t take long to wind up in bed. Might’ve been a little tipsy, but whatever.
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. My influences are. Uh. Random rock guys. Kim. Dmitri. Ellie. Adrian. Dad. To a lesser extent, Mom.
Part 3: Past Influences
29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?
Mm. I bet you’re expecting me to mention the whole mess with Ellie. Wrong. That’s not part of my life. It’s part of this huge gap of a surreal nightmare. It’s not escapism, I still acknowledge it, but I’m allowed to detach it as a part of the major line of events.
With that said, probably recently when Kim got her shop and invited me on. It got me to where I want to be. That’s what’s important.
30. Who has had the most influence on you?
Ooh, hard. Kim or Dad. They’re my family, they’ve had the longest time to have an influence on me. Kim got me into the whole modification thing, which is basically going to be my career, so we’ll go for her. Sorry, Papa Thomas.
31. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Getting to where I want to be. And actually being happy. My life is almost perfect, right now.
32. What is your greatest regret?
Sometimes I wish I knew my mom. But not that much.
33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?
I…might have mentioned scarification to Adrian. He went from playing wrist violins to designs. Ellie almost throttled me.
…He thanked me.
34. Do you have a criminal record of any kind?
Yeah. Just a bit of dumb, kid stuff. Whoops.
35. When was the time you were the most frightened?
Ah. I don’t really frighten easily. Maybe after Ellie had died. And Adrian disappeared. I had…suspicions. And I was sort of scared of them. ‘Oh no I’m such a bad friend’ sort of thing. And him. We’re good, now, though. I was just being melodramatic.
36. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
Nipple piercing got infected once. Awkward.
37. If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?
Nn. The Ellie dying thing. I’d like that year or so to be back in my major chain of events. Because she’s alive.
38. What is your best memory?
Camping in my backyard. Dad and Kim. It wasn’t anything spectacular, except that we were all in really good moods and Dad was telling, like, tons of these completely random stories from when he was a kid. And there was a huge fire. We made hot dogs and s’mores and then we burned toys and stuff.
39. What is your worst memory?
The first day back to school after Ellie died. Up until then, everything was so out of the normal that…it all sort of felt not real. Like any moment, I’d wake up and everything would be okay. Then I get back into the normal routine and it was…all very much real. That was hell.
Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions
40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
Both. I can be pessimistic as soon as I hit a rough spot, but otherwise…I’m pretty optimistic.
41. What is your greatest fear?
Failure.
42. What are your religious views?
There’s got to be something out there. I couldn’t handle life being just a pointless accident.
43. What are your political views?
Liberal, I suppose. Certainly not conservative. I don’t pay much attention to politics, bad Kenton, bad.
44. What are your views on sex?
Fun. Definitely not opposed to it. Yay sex.
45. Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?
Probably. I’ve never tried or anything. Circumstances? I’m not exactly a fan of killing people. I suppose if they’re going to kill you or your own, stuff like that. Needless killing is wrong.
46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?
Uhm. Hurt someone irreparably without a reason to. Mentally or physically.
47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?
Not really. Love and a bunch of people you’d be great with, yeah. But not any of this predestined stuff or anything.
48. What do you believe makes a successful life?
Happiness. Achieving your dreams or something corny like that.
49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?
Not very. I guess I inherited that from my dad. Occasionally honest with Dmitri. If he pesters me enough. I get frustrated enough and wind up ranting it all out in one or two breaths.
50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?
Not exactly. Biased in favor of girls with ink and/or metal, but I don’t think that counts. Although, I was usually the one Adrian yelled at for prejudice against the nonhumans. No one else believes in them, what’s the problem?
51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?
The typical. Stuff that goes against my morals—murder (at least, without a reason), rape, abuse. And I’m never getting rid of my ink or letting my holes close up.
52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?
Dmitri. Kim. Dad. Mild extremes for Adrian.
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Post by Souleh on Jan 16, 2007 18:38:18 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 sort of iffy about new people. I treat you…neutrally until I know you. I won’t be an ass, but I’m not going to be your best friend either. Soon as I know you, you have an infinite happy reception, unless you somehow make me regret getting closer to you.
54. Who is the most important person in your life, and why?
Dmitri. My best friend. The complete constant of my life. He keeps me happy on my down days.
55. Who is the person you respect the most, and why?
Kim, for having the balls to open her own shop.
56. Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.
Basically the same as kids. There’s Dmitri, my best friend. Like I just said. Adrian. More of a long-distance friend, now. Kim is a friend, not just a sister. Dmitri’s brother Aleksei isn’t so bad, sort of a friend. He’s okay, pretty young, but I don’t mind hanging out with him every once in a while. He can be fun, but Dmitri gets wicked protective, won’t let him do anything the least bit ‘bad.’ I’ve never seen the kid get drunk. I work with Franz Bagley. His real name’s Francis, but we all agree that Franz sounds much cooler. Not exactly amazing, but better. He’s pretty cool, nice to have around the place. ‘Course, he outranks me, but he’s not an ass about it. Sometimes we hang out if Dmi’s busy. I think he’s crushing on Kim, though. Not allowed.
57. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.
Not right now. I…recently got off a pretty long relationship. And by long, I mean freaking high school sweetheart. Yeah. ‘Member Annika? The girl finally got sick of me, broke up with me when she figured out that I wasn’t headed for high places.
I really hate the whole looking for someone new thing. Hence the length of singledom.
58. Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.
I guess I thought I was with Annika. I think most of it was that we were both convenient for each other. Neither of us really wanted to be alone, and we got along well, the sex was good, and all that. I guess it wasn’t love, though. Whatever.
59. What do you look for in a potential lover?
Pretty girl. Any form of body mod aside from the typical ear piercings is a definite eye catcher. Attracted to what I know, I guess. Good sense of fun, she can’t be boring. Not uptight. Bit of a sense of humor. A bit of intelligence. I can’t stand ditzes.
60. How close are you to your family?
Pretty close. Not so much with Dad, it’s about the same as when I was younger, but I’m really close to Kim. 61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?
No. Not that I know of. I sort of want to. Maybe have one or two little kids. It’d be…nice, I suppose. I’d like to have a family.
62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?
Dmitri. Kim. Dad. Maybe Adrian? But I don’t know about him.
63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?
See above.
64. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?
Dmitri, Kim, Dad, Adrian, Franz, Aleksei, my extended family.
65. Who is the person you despise the most, and why?
I don’t know. I want to say Mom, but…that doesn’t feel right.
66. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?
Argue with people. I…have a bit of a temper. I get pissed off, and I argue with people, and then I take them down if they don’t back down or convince me I’m wrong or someone stops me.
67. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?
Yeah. But only because all but two of my friends are younger than me. I feel obligated. And it’s fun, I suppose.
68. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?
Yeah, sure. Large groups of people are fun. There’s parties with large groups of people and there’s alcohol with parties. Fun.
69. Do you care what others think of you?
Not really. Only people I care about.
Part 6: Likes And Dislikes
70. What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?
Work. I still swim, just for fun. I have a weight system at home. I can entertain myself just by listening to a CD. Hang out with my friends. Design the occasional tattoo. Go out somewhere. TV or a movie. Sleep is a hobby.
71. What is your most treasured possession?
My skin. It’s…got my life inked onto it.
72. What is your favorite color?
Blue.
73. What is your favorite food?
Almost burning hot apple pie and whipped cream. Yum.
74. What, if anything, do you like to read?
Comics. Sci-fi. Dramatic realistic stuff.
75. What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?
Music—classic rock, screamo, emo, punk, post-hardcore, experimental rock. Especially live. Movies—action, the occasional oldie with Dmitri, weird stuff like Donnie Darko.
76. Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?
I drink. Socially…which is defined very loosely, for me. Neither of the others. A bit of drugs when I was younger, a little kid experimenting. But now I stick to one poison. And I don’t want to quit.
77. How do you spend a typical Saturday night?
Out.
78. What makes you laugh?
Very, very dry humor. Outrageous stuff annoys the hell out of me.
79. What, if anything, shocks or offends you?
People being not a very nice persons to my friends. Painfully arrogant morons.
80. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?
I’d probably wind up adding a simple piercing. Lip or ear or something. Something I can just do with a needle. Then watch TV. Read. Bug Dmitri. 81. How do you deal with stress?
I get angry. I go over every single tattoo. Swim, if I can. Lift weights. Hang out with Dmitri.
82. Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?
Spontaneous. I don’t plan much of my life. It’s more of a surprise that way. I don’t get bored.
83. What are your pet peeves?
People who are skittish around me because I’m not wholesome looking. People who hold in their sneezes.
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?
Up at eight-thirty. Shower, shave, put in the metal, hair, get dressed. Eat something for breakfast, show up at work at eleven-thirty. Help Kim open up for twelve (who’s going to show up in the morning for our line of business?). Slave until lunch, around one. Grab something for myself and everyone else and eat at the shop. More work. Grab dinner. Sometimes I can call Dmi and convince him to bring us food. Usually we stay open until ten, in time to get the latecomers and before most of the idiot drunks. I get home as soon as I can, hang out with Dmitri or do whatever. I go to bed whenever. I get Sundays off.
A disruption in the routine is wonderful. As long as it isn’t terrible.
85. What is your greatest strength as a person?
I can take a lot before I snap.
86. What is your greatest weakness?
When I do snap, it isn’t pretty.
87. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I’d be a little more controlled. That’d be…convenient.
88. Are you generally introverted or extroverted?
Both, sort of. I like people, really, just I don’t exactly like new people.
89. Are you generally organized or messy?
Organized. I need to know where my stuff is. I hate it when I can’t find anything and lose track of *bleep*.
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 taking a lot of pain. I’m good at keeping track of people. I’m good at holding my own. I’m bad at not getting completely pissed off too quickly. I’m bad at keeping a completely objective mind about strangers. I’m bad at not digging myself deeper down when I start getting a little depressed.
91. Do you like yourself?
Yeah. I rock.
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.
93. What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?
Work with Kim. As an artist, not just a random guy who puts holes in people.
94. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
See above.
95. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
Quietly. Or with a huge bang, one instant violent death.
96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
Take Dmitri to any show I could find. Maybe find Adrian and take him, too, if we have time. See if Annika wants one more night. 97. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
That I was a good person. A good friend.
98. What three words best describe your personality?
Quiet, loyal, aggressive. I don’t know. Three words can’t be enough for anyone.
99. What three words would others probably use to describe you?
Angry masochistic psycho.
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. Maybe be more open to new people. And you should really stop being specieist if you like Adrian.
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Post by Souleh on Oct 20, 2007 19:57:48 GMT -5
I promised Tobey I'd show here the finished Blond!Adrian!Caldicest. However, it's on hiatus right now. So I'll put the bonus one up now.
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Lucian woke with a groan, suffering from an ache deeper than anything he had ever experienced in his pampered lifetime, and a painful tingling of sections of his skin, so cold it hurt. He tried to shift, warm himself up, stretch the ache out, was sorely disappointed when he discovered that his mobility had been severely restricted.
“Having trouble?” A voice, meant only for screams and supplication, overstepped its boundaries, taunting him quietly. He decided that it would be best to open his eyes—what good was a glare that reached only the back of his eyelids?
He immediately identified the room as his study, dark, only a fraction of the amount of light he was comfortable with filtering in through the window, though he could have placed it half-blind. He was on the wrong side, though, seated in a chair meant for visitors, less comfortable than his own behind the desk—and, much to his extreme displeasure, a number of items meant to be organized just so on the surface of said desk were lying on the floor in no particular order. Worst of all, though, was what had taken the place of his fallen possessions. Adrian was too comfortable, too pleased with itself, seated on the front edge of his desk, where no one, especially not his mutant brother, was supposed to sit, positioned just so, looking his full height, lean, maybe a little elegant—ugly, with only a suggestion of hair, the fatigue always written across its face a poor bedfellow for the cold, smug look it had now. Its hands, spidery as always and ghostly white, toyed with a quite literally painfully familiar object; the taser designed for humanity only the focus of its freakish black eyes.
White-hot rage burned the pit of his stomach, even as it twisted in something he didn’t quite understand, seemed close to the occasional bouts of apprehension he would never admit to feeling. “Call the fxcking shadows off, Adrian.” At least his own voice was still right, probably the only thing that was, hard, commanding, promising swift punishment for disobedience.
The darkie twitched slightly, but otherwise remained unmoved, not so much as glancing his way. Lucian’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding. “I don’t particularly want to.” He had never heard Adrian sound so pleased, it seemed to enjoy the very words themselves.
But he didn’t understand. It was supposed to do immediately as he said. “That was an order.”
“It certainly wasn’t a request.” Still the darkie remained where it was. The knot in his stomach tightened, even as it heated up. “Wondering why you don’t already have me begging for mercy?” Lucian kept quiet, refusing to dignify the darkie’s condescension with a response. It smirked, just slightly, taking the silence for an affirmative. “Of course you are. This is the second time you have been awake, though you are much more lucid this time. Surprising the things you will agree to when you aren’t quite aware.” Finally, it looked up at him, eyes wicked. “Returning my soul was a shocking act of generosity, dear brother.”
He refused to believe it. He would never give up that kind of control. “You’ve just gotten better at holding out, you lying sack of *bleep*. You won’t even remember how to scream once you can’t hold out any longer. Not when I’m through with you.”
The smirk grew, reminding Lucian of the Cheshire Cat, while it tossed the taser into the air above his hands once, twice, pointedly calling attention to it. It hardly even seemed to have faltered at the simple name calling, certainly not at the threat. “I am hardly the liar, Lucian. There was a time, of course, that I thought you were capable of honesty, but reserved it only for yourself. It seems that you just simply can’t be honest about anything of substance.” His jaw hurt, from how hard he had it clenched, his palms crying out in protest against the nails digging into them, wanting nothing more than to see that calm, paper white face marred by smeared eyeliner, shining with tears, twisted in pain and shame. It was the only thing on his mind, nearly eclipsing the growing panic that his entire world had been turned upside down—nearly, of course, the quiet, nagging thought at the back of his mind had brought sweat pinpricking against his skin, even as he succumbed to shivering, donating heat to endlessly cold shadow.
“Stop playing like you’re worth something and let me go,” he spat, clearly shaken up enough to be knocked thoroughly off his game. “No one gives a fxck what you ever thought.”
Adrian closed off, and Lucian could hardly care that the anger and hurt in its eyes was tangible, just pleased to see that insufferable smirk gone, to have had an effect at all. Its lips pressed tight together, in a nearly perfectly straight line, it slid from the desk with more grace than it deserved, walking slowly closer to him. “Do you think I could make you…give a fxck?” It continued to toy with the taser, it blank, but somehow still angry, face turned down toward it, away from him. “The same way you made me give,” he paused, and after a beat continued, sounding hoarse, bitterly amused at his own pun, “you more than just one?”
The twisted, burning knot that was his stomach hit the floor, unpleasant images running through his hardly pure mind. “You wouldn’t dare,” he managed, at least succeeding in sounding believably sure of himself.
Adrian ignored him, continuing, gesturing to the taser in his hand. “You know, this is adjustable. Attacking your own children at the highest setting? Tsk, tsk. No wonder it knocked you out.” The smirk twitched at its lips again, just barely. “Do you wonder, though, who the real man is—you, blacking out upon a second or two of pain, or the filthy darkie, who can play along with your sick fxcking games after, or during, depending on your capricious little moods, torture by light?” His pride screamed in mortal agony, and for once he was the one twitching under his brother’s words, at a loss for a response that could soothe his wounded ego. “Of course, I’m kinder than you are. A gentle soul. I’ve turned it down for you, Lucian, you shouldn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of passing out this time.” It bent at the hips, their faces winding up inches from each other, a close up of this face that was not doing as it ought.
He could hardly think, his mind tripping over the indignity of it all, how out of order this all was, frustrated with the darkie’s refusal to play by the rules he had set a long time ago. Sick with himself for ever letting this happen, disgusted by the whole situation, Lucian made the only decision he felt he could, to get the darkie lulled into enough of a sense of security to free him, let him take back the upper hand.
And from the way Adrian talked, the way his own mind worked, there seemed to be precisely one way to do so. He expertly closed the minimal space between their lips, stealing a kiss, choking on his pride as he tried to kiss differently, less demandingly.
It did not go quite as he had planned—one moment he thought he felt the darkie give a little, the next he was slamming into the wall, chair and all, the wind nearly knocked out of him. Adrian appeared livid, flushed, dark eyes so ironically bright with a potent combination of rage and fear, looking more like the animal it was than it usually ever did. “I’m not you, you sick fxck! Don’t you ever, ever do that again, or I swear to all four gods, I’ll kill you before I have to think twice.” It was screaming, and Lucian had the distinct impression that its hair would have been mussed, if he hadn’t forced it to get rid of it. He couldn’t help but be pleased, even as some part of him realized that he was probably in quite a bit of trouble, all of the familiar signs that it wanted to cry present.
“Will you, now? And here I thought you liked it.” The self-assurance came easier, now that he had the darkie rattled, the taunts cold, calculated. “How many times have you told me so?”
“You made me!” Its eyes shone with tears, he grinned viciously, even while still at its mercy.
“I made you tell the truth.” Lucian was especially delighted when a wild guess cast doubt across its face for a moment. “It didn’t take words to know that.”
“Shut up!” It screeched, taking a few steps back, crying now, just as it should. Its grip tightened around the taser, white knuckles turning whiter.
The taser. It seemed to have forgotten about it, he nearly had, but as its grip tightened, it looked down, almost in surprise that he still had a weapon that gave him a decisive upper hand. Shaking, as it had been for a moment, it looked up at him, hurt and blank. “I don’t care if I can’t make you give a fxck.” Its voice shook as hard as its body, as hard as his body, too, slowly growing colder, otherwise sounding dead. “I just want to hear you scream.”
Lucian opened his mouth to inform the darkie that he couldn’t oblige, only to wind up giving Adrian exactly what it wanted, with a little help from a taser sent across the room by an ever loyal shadow.
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