etesiis:

1. Why did you choose the character you play?

2. Do you associate yourself with this character in any way?

3. What do you like most about the character you play?

4. What do you dislike about your character?

5. Has your character grown/changed in any way since being brought to the Hive?

6. Are you confident in this muse?

7. Do you have role models among the muns?

8. Do you see yourself keeping this muse?

9. How do you deal with writer’s block?

10. Are there any songs you associate with your muse?

11. If you could tell your character something right now what would it be?

12. Do you think you and your character would get along in real life?

(Source: cittamemes)

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Hmm… it’s not bad.  Not really filling though.

I’m a horrible scavenger.  Really, it’s how I’ve managed to survive so long without dying.  -He gives the other a grin- You really shouldn’t make offers like that.  Who knows when you’ll have to hold your word.  But I shall keep that in mind.  …  Oh now you have to show me a dance move or two.  -He’s quite serious about that-  After all, what are some old American dances?  I know there’s swing.

It’s nice when it’s not a struggle.  I don’t think I could ever really do an office type job.  It would strangle my soul and I think I would soon join it on the rope.  -He pauses before holding a hand up-  Not literally but you understand what I mean.  What?  Me?  Diabolical?  Hardly.  I’m as innocent as they come.  -He has prepared an innocent expression to go with it as well- As for sewing… well either you learned to fix your own clothes or go without.  I can’t imagine anyone thinking it’s a useless skill.

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Do you think everyone knows exactly what they’re about and are not faking it with everything they have?  It’s a rare man or woman I find that knows and even then the world turns and they have to learn all over again.  Do you have to know who America is?

You truly are kind-hearted.

As for me… -He knew he was going to get these questions back but it was worth it for Al’s answers-  My pet peeve is when others are too pigheaded to even consider a second side to a situation.  Stubborn in their thoughts, they refuse to listen to anyone with a different opinion, no matter how well the arguments may be.  It’s very much like bashing your head on a brick wall.

Not to mention those that take neural discussions personal.  But I digress…

A flaw…  -Earl takes a moment to think about this one, trying to pick the best one to present-  I’m a horrible hypocrite, I suppose.  I have a habit of giving out advice when the need arises and yet I can’t take any back.  -Earl chuckles-  It’s actually quite terrible.  I always think myself the exception to the rule and even when I realize it, I can’t turn away from that sort of mindset.

-What he admires is actually the harder of the three-  No matter what life has thrown at me, I haven’t died yet.  -A small nod to himself-  I can be flexible when I need to, stand my ground if I must, and I know when to run.  In a sense, I admire the fact I’ve survived so long.

Wait. You mean like show you something right now?

-well he certainly isn’t going to turn that offer down- -he doesn’t get to show off his dancing skills much-

I suppose I can do that! And you’re right about swing, but swing can be really…broad depending on what you mean. You’ve got Lindy Hop, the Charleston, tap dancing, fox trot, and a few others. Most of those are really partner dances, though, so I won’t bother. Hmm. With enough room I could probably pull off the basic moves of the Charleston right here, if you’re interested? After this whole questions thing?

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Who would I be without the America part? There’s no point to the Alfred F. Jones if I don’t have the representation of America figured out. Even if I wanted to be just Alfred F. Jones there’s really no separating us. Alfred F. Jones without America is someone completely different. So, yeah. I have to know that part of me. Maybe not completely, but a nice little light in the dark would be nice.

There’s nothing worse than dealing with someone who won’t listen to anyone but themselves and their own opinions, right? Reminds me of dealing with my government on a daily basis. Blegh.

I guess it’s my turn to ask questions again, huh? Hmm.

Favorite place to go? What makes you happiest? Aaaand finally, if you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you bring with you?

Yes.  

And… you lost me.  -Earl chuckles sightly-  I apologize, I’m not really knowledgeable on dances or dance moves.  Oh?  -He’s actually surprised Al agreed with little to no fuss- Of course. It would be more interesting to see you do with while you’re answering questions, but at your leisure.

I suppose… that makes a bit more sense.  Though to be honest, I think it’s an unobtainable goal.  Once you’ve figured out what American is, the years pass and the country once more changes.  I don’t know how to quite work around it, but I would say don’t worry too much about it and don’t try to force it.

At least coming from a human who’s never experienced this sort of things before.  I have no nation side to speak of.

Right.  And that’s why I’ll never work or try and get into politics.  If I ever become like that, please just call me out on it.

Ah here we go again.  Favorite place is where there’s peace and space to think, most of the time in a cafe of some sort or under a tree in good weather.  What makes me happiest… I…  I don’t really know.  -There’s a slight frown as he thinks about this-  Every bit of happiness has a bitter side.

A guide on how to survive on that specific island, company to suffer with me, and a gun with at least two bullets.  Your turn once more.

And also… What is one bit of advice you would give your younger self?  If you were to write one book, what would it be about?  Who do you consider family?

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Earl really had no answer for her, seeing as he was still trying to figure out how she got here to begin with.  

"Well then congratulations.  You created a fucked up world and gave me a fucked up life. I would like you to try again please."  Earl gave her a small smile, showing he didn’t quite mean it to be that harsh.  

"Come now…"  Cautiously he gave her a small pat on the back.  "Take your time.  I’m going to go out and get breakfast.  You’re not feeling hungry but I’m sure you need the energy.  After all we never had dinner last night."

"Lay down.  I have a few books you can read to perhaps distract yourself."

Janie blinked at his comment, shocked for a second before catching that smile. Then, she nodded, smiling in return. “Oh, silly you. There’s always a rainbow after the sunshine!”

Then, as patted her back, she turned around to smile. “Thank you, ahm, uh-” Her smile briefly faltered, and she shook her head. “Why are you being so kind to me?’

"… Can I read the rest of my- Well, your story? 
… I swear I won’t go berserk over it. I think you’ve, uh, made it clear you don’t mean to hurt me. But I want to read the rest of that story. Maybe search my families whereabouts in the process.”

"First you have to suffer through, and even then you might not get that rainbow.  Needs the right conditions."  At least he had her smiling again, even if it was a sad attempt.

"Why?"  That was a good question.  Why was he being so kind to her?  "Stockholm syndrome I suppose.  Or I’m a masochist.  Or better yet, there’s something horribly strange happening and you, my dear, are at the center of it. You and my story.  So I’m going to see what it is and the best way to do that is to help you on your quest."

Earl paused before giving a small not.  ”Take your time and go through it.  It’s not done yet so… there’s only so much written down.  In the meantime, I’m going to shower.”

To all those born on this day many years ago… Congratulations on not dying yet.

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"Happy Birthday Earl, I assume we have the same birthday, though.

If not then consider this as a late or early birthday gift. Nothing too fancy, I hope you like them.

-A.V.K”

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… You bloody bastard.

-Earl is just going to admire them for a while-

((NIGHT YO))

[Peeks in.] Am I hearing that a friend's birthday is tomorrow--?
konaxcoffee

Ah, yes.  It’ll be my birthday tomorrow.

Time flies when you’re purposely not paying attention to it.

Slow down, grab the wall, wiggle like yo tryin to make yo ass fall off. Hella thick, I wanna smash them all. Now speed up. Gas pedal. Gas pedal. Gas pedal. Gas pedal.
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Grey bird I know you’re trying to shock me or something along those lines by saying what appears to be rap lyrics but I just read all that in monotone and it’s really quite sad.

Like modern art or politics.

Is everything okay in your life?  Would you like to sit down and talk?

hopewithwanderlust:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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My birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it?

"Really? Well happy early birthday to you!"

"Why thank you.  That’s quite kind of you to say."

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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My birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it?

Mind if I bring the cake? image

Bring as much cake as you like!

Putting faith into someone or something is risky. What do you believe is worth putting faith into?
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Faith… Blind confidence that rarely follows logic or common sense.  I believe we all put our faith into something or other whether we want to or not.  Family, friends, routine or religion.  Sometimes that’s good enough.  You’re never tested too hard or things work out.

Or sometimes it crumbles in front of you and your foundation is nothing but shifting sands.

Honestly I believe it’s better to avoid having faith. Crush that “hope” before it starts.  You’ll be better off in the long run.

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"Oh."  No wonder it looked familiar.  He described it in writing not too long ago.  In causal detail yes but he didn’t want to draw too much attention to it until the proper time.

His eyes shifted up from the jewelry to her face once more as she looked up.  He perhaps was a tad guarded but she gave no indication she was agitated.  He didn’t think it would be proper to mention that it could be the blood from the laptop.

"What if we’re all part of a mad man’s dream?"  He nearly whispered after a moment.  "In the end, it doesn’t matter.  You make do with what you have and move on in life.  Or dream life if it makes you feel better."

"Wait, when was the last time you ate?" 

"… How did it end up here?" She questioend, eye still on the jewel. She held it before her, examining up and down, before she turned back on him.

"What if it’s a mad woman’s dream, and I’m the one making this all up?”
Regardless, she stifled a sniffle, shaking her head. “…”

Then her voice cracked. She wiped her nose, succeeding for the moment from crying again. 
This was far too much stress with a recent loss.
"No… I’m not hungry, though."

Earl really had no answer for her, seeing as he was still trying to figure out how she got here to begin with.  

"Well then congratulations.  You created a fucked up world and gave me a fucked up life. I would like you to try again please."  Earl gave her a small smile, showing he didn’t quite mean it to be that harsh.  

"Come now…"  Cautiously he gave her a small pat on the back.  "Take your time.  I’m going to go out and get breakfast.  You’re not feeling hungry but I’m sure you need the energy.  After all we never had dinner last night."

"Lay down.  I have a few books you can read to perhaps distract yourself."

My birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it?

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"Mh?"  Earl looked up and held out a hand for the jewel.  If she gave it to him, he would look over it in his hands and if not, he would just stare at it from the floor.  Either way, he would pick himself up and go to his laptop once more to make sure that it indeed had backed up his information (And given the jewel back to her if he had it).

"Looks expensive, that’s what.  Is it yours?"  It was familiar, actually.  Almost in the same way Janie was familiar.  "Ah… everything looks fine."  A breath he didn’t know he was holding in released with a sigh, his head falling in relief.  "Thank god.  I don’t know what I would have…"  Finally his attention was fully on her now that his precious was safe.  "Why did you show me that?"

Janie frowned, puffing out a cheek as he spoke so casually.

Then, taking the jewel gently into her hand, she eyed it quietly.
"… It was mine… Albert gave it to me."

Her eyes turned back on him. Not so sharply as they would have usually. Rather, they were soft, and she her voice was sleepy.
"They were going to use it as evidence… The blood is still on it," her hand curled the chain into her hands once more, clutching it to her chest.

"… Earl… What if I’m in a dream? 
I would think so, but it’s been going on for far too long. Someone snap me out of this.”

"Oh."  No wonder it looked familiar.  He described it in writing not too long ago.  In causal detail yes but he didn’t want to draw too much attention to it until the proper time.

His eyes shifted up from the jewelry to her face once more as she looked up.  He perhaps was a tad guarded but she gave no indication she was agitated.  He didn’t think it would be proper to mention that it could be the blood from the laptop.

"What if we’re all part of a mad man’s dream?"  He nearly whispered after a moment.  "In the end, it doesn’t matter.  You make do with what you have and move on in life.  Or dream life if it makes you feel better."

"Wait, when was the last time you ate?" 

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

I know that smile and the reason behind it.

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It never hurts to have a little dirt on someone just in case.  You might never use it but it’ll always be an option.

If you truly want to know…

I’ve been following this series for a while now.  Perhaps over a year.  There are two characters that have had this wonderful dynamic nearly since the start.  Their personalities just work so well with each other and there has been so much bloody foreshadowing that it should be canon right now.  

The latest installment has dashed any chance of those two finally being together.

I feel the death of potential and it sickens me.

Sure you do.

Not gonna lie, that’s a little ridiculous. Not hilariously so, but pretty ridiculous. And here I was hoping for something way more over the top. All that build up for something that happened in a TV show.

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But I’ll keep my promise. I won’t tell anyone.

-Say hello the middle finger-

Then you can understand why I said it was incredibly stupid before, correct?

-Earl just gives him a look-

If it was more over the top, you would never know something was wrong.

I don’t watch the telly.  This is a book series that’s been out for years and I just found it a year or so ago.  It was so well written…  -He lets off a small sigh-

We’ll see how long that lasts.