Application - Zack Addy, from 'Bones'

[zacko_the_nerd]

((Permission granted by Hodgins!mun! And Bones!mun, obviously, because... that's me XD Zack's italicized things are his written responses.))There were two thoughts running through Zack Addy's head, for the time being, and he wasn't entirely sure which to focus on first. On the one hand... Oh, man, this castle was too cool. Intricate brickwork,

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[mischief_fred]

"Now that is an ace answer to Question 5B." Being the subject of one of the application questions was quite amusing to Fred, but he was tiring of the usual answers. Harry should be with the one he loves the most. Love sucks; Harry should go it alone. Blah blah blah. This bloke had a mostly original idea. "How would you propose George and I go about the death match, then?"

The threesome thing he wasn't going to touch, because the prospect of himself and George getting it on made him want to overdose on Fever Fudges.

[zacko_the_nerd]

He'd said 'George and I'. This must have been Fred, the one from the question that Zack had referred to with threesomes and fights to the death. Oh, this was interesting. "The only way to go about a death match, I'd expect," he replied in a slightly surprised voice, as if the answer was obvious. At the very prospect of such a match, though, his mouth started to curl into a bit of a geeky grin. "Wrestling match. Caged. WWF style." He paused, tilting his head to consider. "Or perhaps something gladiatorial. Swords? Could be interesting. I can imagine you could get incredibly imaginative with possibilities, Fred."

[mischief_fred]

Fred considered all of Zack's suggestions, narrowing his eyes and nodding his head. The idea of a Muggle-style duel was definitely intriguing. "Would any of those options involve leather pants?"

Fred had heard the rumours of the types of duels people fought nowadays, and he really didn't fancy putting on a pair of leather pants (which he, being British, took to be underwear) and pressing himself against his brother. He loved George, but...not nearly that much.

[zacko_the_nerd]

It... what? ...Leather pants? Zack fixed Fred with a weird sort of look, one that was extremely inquiring in nature at the mention of the article of clothing. No, really. Wrestling matches, the competitors were often in spandex, but people actually offering to use such?

"I suppose... if you wanted to, you could," he replied in a slow, even voice, eyebrows raising slightly at the end. Hey, to each his own.

[mischief_fred]

Fred fixed Zack with a look, although his eyes were dancing behind that stern mask. "Tell me, Zack, do you have any brothers?"

[zacko_the_nerd]

Did he? "Yes," Zack replied in a vaguely flattened voice, the hint of a grimace starting in on his features. "Three. And four sisters." He was part of a large, large Michigan family.

[mischief_fred]

"Right. And would you fancy wearing leather pants whilst pressed up against one of them in a wrestling match?" He paused. May as well make this worse on the boy. "Keep in mind that over on this side of the pond, pants are what you Americans call underwear." A small grin began to grow on his face in anticipation of Zack's reaction.

[zacko_the_nerd]

Okay, you know, he was the one that brought up the leather pants in the first place and that... was just... not fair.

There wasn't much that could make Zack Addy's face contort into an expression that could only be described as 'ew'. No, really - this was the guy that worked with decayed corpses. Dealt with maggots and rotting flesh and skeletons. Named flesh-eating beetles and loved each and every one dearly. But that? No. God, no. Bad images in his mind. "I think I would have to pass on such an activity, thank you very much," he replied with a wince and grimace, wrinkling his nose.

Vote: Ravenclaw

[mischief_fred]

"Me, too, mate. Me, too." Having driven his point home, Fred felt triumphant. "Well, clearly you're of sound mind. And believe me, many people here aren't. In fact, many people here aren't people. But you'll find all that out. And I'm thinking Ravenclaw is the best place for that." Mainly because it had that weird marshmallow professor and that lot of red-haired Scottish dwarves. Quick, sharp doses of reality were always wisest in Fred's book.

"And if you ever need anything to help cope with all of everything you find out, I'm your man." He pulled a business card out of his robes and held it out to Zack. "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes has just about everything you could need for dealing with strange, freakish beings, whether it's U-NO-POO, designed to constipate even your worst enemy within a few short minutes, or Truth-Telling Truffles, for when you really want to know." Well, truth was, the Truth-Telling Truffles were only in a development stage, and currently they caused the person who eats them to say what the other person wants to

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[zacko_the_nerd]

He was of sound mind just because he wouldn't wrestle in leather undergarments with his brother? ...Jeez, this guy's standards were lax.

"Weasley's... Wizard Wheezes," Zack repeated aloud in a slow voice, listening to Fred speak with an arched eyebrow. It was like a joke shop? ...That was way too cool. A slow, sort of wicked smile was starting to work at his mouth with the possibilities these sort of things entailed. A product designed to constipate enemies? Truffles that could make people tell the truth? Oh, God. The evil little soul inside of Zack was gleeful. Maybe he could use those kinds of things in his world takeoveragainst... somebody. "Sounds... fascinating," he replied in a cautious voice, grinning gleefully. "I will have to check that out."