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Experimentation
THIS IS INCREDIBLY DRAMATICALLY EXPERIMENTAL.
I haven't really done any character developement stuff for any of my people, so I thought I'd play around a little with myspace surveys. Feel free to throw bricks. And my apologies for writing with Sasha rather than anyone else. I really should be writing TtotFM. Bad Tasia. Oh well.
Another note: THE DAMON MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES HEREIN IS NOT TTOTFM DAMON. Well okay technically he is, because he's the same basic character, but somehow I ended up shipping him into something else that he doesn't really belong in and WHAM there he is. But the two versions of him are basically unrelated. Not that anyone really knows what I'm talking about...
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What it all came down to, basically, is that reality was boring.
When he'd first stepped out of the astral plane, or whatever it is you want to call it, into the reality of earth and its inhabitants, Sasha had nearly been blown away by the brightness, the color of it all. Comparatively, the higher dimension he supposed that he had previously inhabited had been flat and listless. A whole new field of colors had opened before him, and he felt that even if he wasn't here on solid ground for pleasure, there wasn't any possible way that the experience could be disappointing.
But now Damon was at school, where he did not feel like being (too much omg Sasha your hair is fabulous, or I have an open period after lunch, do you want to meet me behind the gym, or where did you say you were from? Transylvania?). So he was sitting, bored out of his everloving mind, in Damon's house. Damon's mother's house. The woman in question had left a couple of hours ago for her lawfirm in the center of the city, and now Sasha was completely alone.
So, what did one do when he was stuck in a dimension not his own with nothing to do but watch the cars drive by on the street outside the window and listen to the song the raindrops were making on the window? MySpace.
Sasha was filling out bulletins. He felt ridiculous, but if he hadn't figured out MySpace sometime in the last two and a half hours he might have died. Damon had a MySpace. He never used it, but he did. Now Sasha had one, and for some reason he felt as though he'd finally entered this plane of reality in truth. The whole thing was terribly amusing. Reality was almost worth it for the utter stupidity of MySpace. When he was sitting by himself, he would admit (only to himself) that ninety percent of how he acted and what he did in this reality was ridiculous, but hell. What else could he do to entertain himself? All of these people were so very alike. Transylvania, he thought darkly, clicking the mouse for emphasis. Then, more brightly, Raine could have been Transylvanian. Bastard probably drinks blood, too.
He pulled up a survey-bulletin-thing from some girl in Damon's class who had taken to following him around, which was almost cute, but altogether too distracting.
RULES:
"For a bulletin?" Skeptically, he read further.
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
Three minutes later, once he'd figured out what in all hell shuffle was, he read on.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
"Well, that's a unique concept." Stop talking to yourself, dumbass.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
He paused, seriously wondering whether it was even worth it. How munch is a break from boredom worth? "Yeah, really. Who even used adjectives like 'silly' any longer?" But he progressed anyhow.
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
"Well alright then." Click.
1. If someone says "Is this okay?" You say?
"Is what okay, naturally." Click. "Teddy Geiger. Who the hell is this guy, and whoah... "
A Million Years - Teddy Geiger
Brackets are lame. Fight authority, screw brackets. He grinned. Apparently not.
2. How would you describe yourself?
He was about to say "hot," when he stopped himself and reoppened Damon's media player.
Exit Calypsan - Falling Up
Someone's lame remix of a song that sounds like it could potentially have been alright in the first place. A remix by someone who should not have been allowed to remix anything, ever. And I have no idea what that means, btw.
Click.
3. What do you like in a girl?
A burst of laughter. "Or do you even like girls? Yeah. Question of the century. Hell if I even know what I am, anyway. For all I know I am a girl. Stop making the question even more awkward, Sasha."
Sadie - Alkaline Trio
Oh okay. So it's just one girl. Sorry all you non-sadie's out there. Tough luck.
He was humming happily, at this point. Click.
4. How do you feel today?
He cheated and skipped a couple of songs, because they were more of that techno-weird Falling Up crap. Who cares, anyway.
This Velvet Glove - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Well well. I'll leave the interpretation of that to you lol.
What had he ever done without MySpace, anyway?
5. What is your life's purpose?
That one brought a pause and a chill, but he shrugged it off. "Not like I really know, anyway. I'm just hear learning things." Damon had a lot of weird-ass stuff in his collection.
Dandelions - Five Iron Frenzy
Little flowas, yo. Floatin' on the breeze. Beats me with a stick...
6. What is your motto?
"Well, not really." It was hard to be completely honest, in his position. Damon really... well, he already knew way too much shit, but Sasha had figured that he deserved to know. Since the whole thing revolved erratically around him anyway. Even if Sasha didn't know what the "thing" was.
Honest Answers - MxPx
And don't you forget it.
He could afford to BS at least a bit.
7. What do your friends think of you?
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"Or, more properly titled, do you have friends?"
Tear Jerk - Danny Burstein
Wow Damon. You have bizarre tastes in music. Who stuck this musical crap in here? Oh well. Granted.... that guy kinda sound like me. Haha.
8. What do you think of your parents?
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"These go kinda deep, don't they?" In truth, he didn't think anything of his parents. He was vaguely sure who his mother was, but she hadn't ever felt like telling him who'd sired him in the first place. And he hadn't asked.
Children of the Revolution - Bono
Well, I guess. I don't see my children too much, since I came over here. Mostly talk to them on the phone. It's hard to rebel against people you never see, ya know?
9. What do you think about very often?
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"We really, really have to talk about your music tastes, Damon."
Born Like This - Three Days Grace
Hahaha, that's just my excuse for everything.
10. What is 2 + 2?
"Bet it's not going to be four." Click.
Burn - Alkaline Trio
It's never four, is it?
He had the distinct feeling that whoever had written this ridiculous surver thing had begun to get bored around here, as well.
11. What do you think of your best friend?
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"Maybe I should just tell all of these nice people that deities don't make friends." He thought of Ailinn, who might count as the only friend he'd ever had. If friends ran around on four legs hitting you with sticks, then Ailinn definitely was one.
In Time - FIA
((here he burst out laughing)) That could mean anything.... thanks for the completely ambiguous answer, windows.
12. What do you think of the person you like?
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"This was officially written by a twelve year old. That's what I think."
The Animal Song - Savage Garden
Damon, we are definitely having a talk about your music selection, my boy... that's all I have to say, on that point.
13. What is your life story?
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Another One Bites the Dust - Queen
Well, there you have it folks. I fail at life. I guess. Or else I own everyone. Last one standing, booyah.
This was rapidly becoming ridiculous.
14. What do you want to be when you grow up?
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"You. Hahahahaha. Nevermind. Type, Sasha. Quit talking to yourself."
Blue - Eiffel 65
Oh geez. I'll just go over to Jackson-Hewett or whoever those paint-people on first street are and pick up a couple of shades, then.
15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?
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The Moment I Said It - Imogen Heap
Well, I suppose that means I'm not supposed to be telling them anything. Rather not be bulldozed, kthx.
16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
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He stared at the screen for a couple of moments with his finger on his nose, pretending to listen to Imogen Heap. She was quite the melancholy artist.
Pieces Mended - The Used
That is going to be one hell of a long dance. To The Used. How sad. Eleven minutes of angst.
17. What will they play at your funeral? </span>
Again - Kutless
Geez. Don't worry guyz, I'm coming back....
18. What is your hobby/interest?
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Dimension hopping. Plague. We haven't had a good plague for a long time. "That's more for Damien. I just make tornadoes."
Will I? - Jonathan Larson
Apparently I'm too indecisive to have hobbies... and interests.
19. What is your biggest fear?
"What a devil of a loaded question..."
Time & Confusion - Anberlin
Too bad I'm pretty confused all the time, huh? Hahaha...
20. What is your biggest secret?
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"Oh, no biggie, really." He leaned back dramatically, waving his arms as if he were lecturing. "You see, I come from this place that runs parallel to yours, and basically when something bad happens that's us. Good stuff too, but who cares about that?"
Straight Jacket - Red Umbrella
Yeah, I secretly escaped from that assylum outside the city. It was pretty intense. Except I can't remember it because I'm actually insane.
21. What do you think of your friends?
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Seasons of Love - Jonathan Larson
None of you are safe, lol....
And then all of the sudden he was at the last question, which felt incredibly anticlimactic to him, at the moment.
22. What will you post this as?
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"Your FACE."
Candy - Mandy Moore
Oh, Damon. We've got to have a serious talk...
The perpetrator of terrible music's cat was sitting on the floor next to him, staring at him with glassy green eyes. How disturbing.
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