Applicant: Finbar Wrong (Derek Landy's 'Skulduggery Pleasant', series)

[finbarwrong]

((OOC: With permission from China mun - me.))

A man with long greasy black hair found himself in the Sorting Room. The great doors were closed behind him, and some feet away a lone desk with stationary upon it rested, undisturbed. He took measured steps forward, as if assessing the firmness of the stone, should the flagstones disappear from under

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[sadistdream]

Road hadn't been sorted yet, but she didn't consider that a proper reason to just sit around doing nothing. She hadn't been able to get far yet, but hoped that would change once she was sorted. She simply couldn't abide being bored.

"Ooh, you were possessed by Napoleon?"

She wondered what Finbar would sense about her, as a psychic.

[finbarwrong]

Finbar scratched his arm, "Yeah, man. I hate getting possessed, it's a real bother, y'know?"

Finbar didn't seem particularly focused on Road Kamelot, but that wasn't to say he was ignoring her, or found her presence obtuse. It was just Finbar. But being a Sensitive wasn't as easy as many films and books made it out to be, he needed complete silence and relative seclusion for it to work effectively, and though he came across calm and relaxed, he was still in a different surroundings that tap-danced discreetly on his subconscious.

[sadistdream]

"Yeah, I suppose it would be, but at least it might make for a good story."

She tilted her head. "Hey, is something wrong?"

[finbarwrong]

Finbar smiled at Road, and shook his head. "No, every-thing's wicked, man." He paused to think, and then hazard coolly; "Hey, ah. Where am I, man?"

[sadistdream]

"This's Hogwarts, a school for magic that doesn't have any lessons, or so I've heard."

Road leaned in to look at the bands around Finbar's wrist, paying particular attention to the silver skull. A small, approving smile flitted across her face.

[finbarwrong]

"A school for magic," he mumbled to himself, chewing on the thought just as he chewed on his inner cheek. "That's nutty," he finally said, smiling inattentively at Road. After a moment he caught on to what interested her, looking down to his many black bands, his dark eyes lingering on the skull band. His eyebrows rose, his fingers deftly unstrapped it.

"Y'want it?" He held it out from himself, forefinger and thumb pinching the end strap, the silver skull glinted in the sunlight. "It said I had to give up a bribe, y'know? Some folks don't particularly go for tattoos, so this could be one better, man." The 'It' he referred to obviously being the application.

[sadistdream]

"Ooooh, may I?" She reached out to receive the band.

[finbarwrong]

Finbar handed over the band without any objection. He had plenty ... hm - he was no longer in Ireland, so he wasn't at ready reach to more bands with skulls ... whichever right? Maybe one of those weirdly eared creatures could point him in the direction of some.

He smiled at Road.

[sadistdream]

Road smiled back as she fastened the band around her wrist. "Thank you Mr. Wrong."

[finbarwrong]

"No problemo, man." He said with ease.