Morton Rainey [Secret Window] - Application
"Questions? You're going to ask me questions?" Morton Rainey fidgets and cracks his jaw, wishing for nothing more than a can of coke to relax him. Or a nap. Actually, a nap sounds great right about n-. No, there are questions at hand.
"Allright," he says, scrubbing a hand through his hair in a rather resigned fashion. "But don't expect good answers. I'm not even all that good a writer in the first place. Well, not recently, anyway."
{OOC: Small character note; this is Mort from the middle of the movie/book, not fully fledged insane Southern hillbilly called Shooter.)
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
The powdered cheese that comes on the top of doritos. It gets everywhere in my Royal Office typewriter, but it's damn satisfying.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Carrottop isn't on television nearly as much as Barney; though it should probably be noted that I have an equal hate of both of them, I don't think I would kill them. Maybe just emasculate them in pages of writing.
3. What time is it where you are?
I could check the clock, but it's about time for me to acknowledge that this paragraph I've written of my latest novel attempt is not nearly as good as it should be. Either that or it's time for a nap.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Excuse me? I've only just come to know about this magic thing, and now you're talking about sexual harrasement? I heard about this cult once, long haired civilisation-estranged hippies who identified with identified with the Phoenix. I think they were from Guam.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
You should see my desk at home, it's so messy and ancient I'd like to start a practice called deskology. Like a combination of geography and history, a sort of informal science of stratification, pulling down the layers of sheer debris to discover what I did with my life for the last few years. Also, I'm a published author, I guess that makes me smart. Or just strange enough to publish, who knows.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you.
Uh, let me see what I've got in my pockets. Hey, I've got some chips, if you want them? And a Dire Straits CD, you can have that too. Tell you what, I have this awesome hat that sorta belongs to someone I know, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I gave it away. I don't think. You'll feel just like a Southern hillbilly.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. MR
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. MR.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. MR.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. MR.
Although, that marmalade ruling the world thing sounds a little dangerous. Wouldn't everything get kind of... sticky?
"Allright," he says, scrubbing a hand through his hair in a rather resigned fashion. "But don't expect good answers. I'm not even all that good a writer in the first place. Well, not recently, anyway."
{OOC: Small character note; this is Mort from the middle of the movie/book, not fully fledged insane Southern hillbilly called Shooter.)
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
The powdered cheese that comes on the top of doritos. It gets everywhere in my Royal Office typewriter, but it's damn satisfying.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Carrottop isn't on television nearly as much as Barney; though it should probably be noted that I have an equal hate of both of them, I don't think I would kill them. Maybe just emasculate them in pages of writing.
3. What time is it where you are?
I could check the clock, but it's about time for me to acknowledge that this paragraph I've written of my latest novel attempt is not nearly as good as it should be. Either that or it's time for a nap.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Excuse me? I've only just come to know about this magic thing, and now you're talking about sexual harrasement? I heard about this cult once, long haired civilisation-estranged hippies who identified with identified with the Phoenix. I think they were from Guam.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
You should see my desk at home, it's so messy and ancient I'd like to start a practice called deskology. Like a combination of geography and history, a sort of informal science of stratification, pulling down the layers of sheer debris to discover what I did with my life for the last few years. Also, I'm a published author, I guess that makes me smart. Or just strange enough to publish, who knows.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you.
Uh, let me see what I've got in my pockets. Hey, I've got some chips, if you want them? And a Dire Straits CD, you can have that too. Tell you what, I have this awesome hat that sorta belongs to someone I know, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I gave it away. I don't think. You'll feel just like a Southern hillbilly.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. MR
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. MR.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. MR.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. MR.
Although, that marmalade ruling the world thing sounds a little dangerous. Wouldn't everything get kind of... sticky?