Character Interviews Meme
Erik-The Phantom of the Opera
Angel-Rent
Rose-OC (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Burrs-The Wild Party
James-Pirates of the Caribbean
Evan-OC
How old are you?
Erik: Er…petite, how did we end up working this out? Thirty…six or something?
Angel: Oh come on hon, that qualifies as a beauty secret ::winks::
Erik: She’s immortal.
::Angel hits Erik::
Be chill, both of you, please.
Angel: ::laughing:: Relax baby, I was just kidding. I’m 21.
James: I don’t know if that’s a proper thing to say…
Rose: Oh James, don’t be such a prim old woman! He’s thirty three. And I’m twenty four. Going on about a hundred.
Angel: And yet you could bounce a dime off the girl’s ass.
Rose: Good old Irish starvation.
Burrs: Thirty six. God, when did I get old?
Ah Burrs you could outlive a lightning strike. What about you Evan?
Evan: I’m twenty.
What’s your height?
Erik: Six foot.
Angel: Five nine in heels so my real height doesn’t count.
James: Six feet and two inches.
Rose: As tall as Cutler.
Burrs: Five eleven.
Rose: With six inches being prick.
James: Rose!
Burrs: Haha! Yea I wish. Rose, swear to God one day my girl’s gonna kill you.
Rose: Only if I fuck you and I won’t. So I’m safe.
I’m not hearing this
Erik: ::mumbling to Angel:: Just because he is one, doesn’t mean he has one.
MOVING ON! Evan please answer, love.
Evan: I’m…blushing. ::laughs softly:: I’m five nine. B-but I don’t wear heels, sorry Angel.
Angel: Ah it’s an acquired taste. You’re beautiful anyway.
Are you a virgin?
::Erik and the Authoress share a fleeting look.::
Erik: ::whispering:: No.
Angel: Not since I was fourteen.
James: Of course I’m not.
Rose I’m not even going to ask.
Rose: Definitely no use in stating the obvious here, darling.
Burrs: Berries, baby, come on you know I’m not.
Shut up, Burrs. That’s ancient history.
Burrs: You brought it up.
Erik: ::growls::
Evan: C-can I please skip this question? Please?
Yes, puppy of course you can. Let’s move on. Do you have any kids?
Erik: Well I think it’s fair to say James and I have adopted Nadine as our own wouldn’t you, Norrington?
James: ::laughing:: Indeed, I’m afraid so.
Angel: Oh we all have.
Evan: True story.
Erik: But no, no I don’t suppose the Phantom of the Opera would be a good father figure.
Aw, Erik, you have me. Angel?
Angel: I consider it my job to take care of anybody who should need it. Maybe one day Collins and I will have a child of our own.
Evan: Angel would make an excellent mom.
Angel: ::hugs Evan:: Mm!
James: I should very much like to…Someday…A man craves a son.
Rose: I…Well I was pregnant once…When I first started in the trade. Goldie helped me take care of it. I doubt my body could do it.
James: ::glances at Rose::
Rose: Oh God, James don’t.
Burrs: Ha, no. And don’t you go giving Queenie ideas.
Aw Burrs, you’d be a great daddy I think.
Burrs: My turn now Berries, shut up.
Erik: I pity that child.
Burrs: And you too!
Evan: No kids, but um, I have a cat…
What’s your favorite food?
Erik: Anything to be eaten with one hand.
Agreed. ::Erik and Liv high five::
Angel: Anorexic vampires.
Oh yea Ang, because you’re so not a rail. What’s yours?
Angel: Huevos rancheros.
James: Is coffee considered a food?
Rose: Oh don’t ask him he’s the same way. I, on the other hand eat like a horse. No favorites, everything here is bloody fantastic.
Burrs: Steak. Still mooing.
Evan: Hmm…I dunno. Peanut butter sandwiches I think.
What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
Erik: Lemon ice
Angel: Neapolitan
James: Vanilla bean
Rose: Oh I’ll take anything.
Burrs: Chocolate
Evan: Pistachio
Have you ever killed anyone?
Erik: Move on, petite dear.
Angel: Someone gave me a death sentence just by loving my body, Livvy. I wouldn’t do that to anyone.
James: Not because I wanted to, dear lady.
Rose: Not yet. But don’t count me out.
Burrs: Um…I think we both know how that turned out, sweets.
Evan: N-n-no.
Do you hate anyone?
Erik: It’ll take too long to list them all.
Rose: For once the ghost and I agree on somethin’.
Angel: Hatred’s bad for the soul.
Evan: I agree.
James: The French-except you Erik of course.
Erik: Oh of course.
Burrs: Ah…not at present. Everyone in showbusiness.
Burrs, you love show business.
Burrs: That’s right I love show business, I’ll go either way.
Have any secrets?
Erik: I’m the Opera Ghost, Olivia.
Angel: What Collins and I get up to between the sheets is totally classified. Unlike some people I could mention. ::Looks at Burrs and Rose::
Rose: Quit that eyeballing, you!
Burrs: She’s just jealous.
Angel: Of you, clown? Bitch please.
Rose: You know all the things I don’t want told, Liv.
Evan: That’s right. You keep us safe.
Burrs: If you don’t have all mine now, wait for our next party, Berries.
Oh Lord…James?
James: Miss Mammone, please…
No you please, Liv. Liv, Liv, Liv! Olivia at the very least. All right you know what, let’s go forward. Do you love anyone?
Erik: My petite fantome, of course.
Rose: ::snorts ::
Erik: ::softly:: Excuse me?
Angel?
Angel: Collins more than life itself. And all my peeps. I has a lot of love to go around.
For which I am eternally grateful, honey. No doubt. Rose?
Rose: They’re all dead now.
James: ::pinching his nose:: Rose, please.
Rose: What? And don’t you dare say it James.
James: But…fine.
Burrs: Queenie, course.
Evan: Everybody here I think.
Boy or girl?
Erik: Devil, ghost, angel…man. Take your pick.
Angel: Just myself, baby.
Rose: Woman, or can’t you tell?
James: That’s…you do know don’t you?
Burrs: Clown. As you say, kid, I defy all other classification.
Damn straight.
Evan: Boy.
What do you do to relax?
Erik: Create.
Angel: Go out and play the streets with my drums.
Rose: To respond in kind: Patrick
Oh God…He’s relaxing? I’d hate to see you under stress.
James: Who?
Rose: Nobody, Jamie darlin’.
Burrs: Drink and then fall asleep. Or read now, thank you Liv.
Evan: Play piano, read, watch movies. Or listen to Elton John.
James, what do you do?
James: I find the music of this age to be most gratifying actually.
What do you think your life expectancy is?
Erik: I have no idea. Hopefully not overly long.
Angel: No day but today, honey, I don’t deal in expectancy.
Rose: Significantly longer than it was a year ago, that’s for damn certain.
James: ::coughing:: Rose. Well, one can never really tell can they?
Burrs: I have the means to live the rest of my life in health and comfort provided I die on Thursday.
Evan: I…um…wow. A, a, a long t-time, I hope.
What’s your favorite song?
Erik: An impossible question of course, my darling.
Angel: Oh man, Erik might be right. Um…Anything by Phil Collins.
Rose: Oh hands down, “Siren” by Tori Amos.
James: “Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional
Brava, James!
Burrs: “I Am A Town” by Mary Carpenter
That’s one of my favorites too you know. And I know what Evan’s answer is, don’t I, puppy?
Evan: “Your Song” Elton John.
Of course. And on that note boys and girls do we depart. Thank you all for cooperating and um, not killing each other. Rose, love, I do believe your presence is required.
::Rose turns and in the doorway, half hidden is a man.::
Rose: Well fucking finally!
Erik: Dear God in heaven…
Burrs: ‘Atta girl, Rose.
James: Who…? Rose, who is that?
Rose: Nobody you know.
James: Well obviously.
Rose: It’s been fun, everybody, but now I gotta go make some money.
Not in my bed this time, you hear me?
Erik and James: What?!