https://braveexplorer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] braveexplorer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2009-05-30 10:20 pm

Application for Coraline Jones (Coraline, Neil Gaiman)

((OOC: I'm playing Coraline based on the book, which is why she has a PB (Ariel Gade) rather than movie icons. Nothing against movie!Coraline, I just haven't seen the film yet. If you're reading this later and want to play Wybie or the movieverse version of anyone, PM me and we'll work something out.

Also, spoilers for the whole book.))


It was a rainy, dull Saturday. Coraline had played with all her toys and grown bored with them all, and counted every yellow thing in the house, and was now amusing herself by lying across a chair with her head hanging backwards over the side, trying to make herself believe that she could walk on the ceiling. It wasn't until she started feeling dizzy and sat up again that she realised the room had changed.

She stood up, quickly, looking around the room. It didn't look familiar to her at all, which was a sort of relief. At least it wasn't trying to trick her into thinking she knew it. There was a door, but it wouldn't open, even when she pulled as hard as she could.

There was also a table in the middle of the room, with a piece of paper on it and an old-fashioned quill pen floating just above it. Coraline went over and examined it. Her father had a pen on his desk that floated like that. It worked by magnets.

Coraline didn't think this one did.

"Is anybody here?" she asked, and jumped a little as the pen wrote the words down. The paper was a sheet of questions, she saw now. Answering them seemed the obvious thing to do.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

"Proper cheese. The kind that is yellow and goes on pizza or in omelettes. Not the runny or smelly or mouldy kind."

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

She frowned suspiciously at the paper. "Barney is probably a T rex," she said, after some thought, "which is a carnivorous dinosaur. If he tried to eat people or stamp on their houses the army would come to shoot him."

That didn't exactly answer the question (although it was something she'd wondered about), but it was a worrying sort of question to be asked. It seemed safer to pretend not to quite understand it.

3. What time is it where you are?

Coraline looked around the room again. There wasn't a clock anywhere.

"It was half past three at home."

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.

"...urgh."

She skipped that one. She wasn't completely sure what it meant, but she knew enough to know these questions were probably not meant for her. At least she hoped it wasn't meant for her.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

That was another grown up question, but not as uncomfortable as the first one. Coraline had seen bars on television, normally while looking for something more interesting to watch. "The Old Well," she said, after a moment. It sounded right.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

'Mythologies', she was fairly sure, meant 'stories'. "In books it's always the one who is bravest, or cleverest, or most handsome. Or who passes a test. Being handsome and nothing else is boring, though. Harry should marry the one who is brave and clever, and then go on more adventures with them."

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.

"My mum and dad have lots of paperwork too," she said, slowly. That might not work, but it was worth a try. "They both do things with computers. If you let me go home I will ask them."

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Now this one she could answer. Coraline stood up straight, taking a deep breath, and tried to sound as grown up as possible, to give anything listening the impression that she was not to be trifled with.

"I rescued my parents from the other mother, when she stole them away into her world. I found where she was hiding them, and I also found the souls of the children trapped behind her mirror and brought them away. And then I locked her up in her own world, and trapped her right hand down our old well when it came to get the key."

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

"I don't have any money. Just some things." She emptied her pockets. Her mother had washed her jeans recently, so there wasn't very much in them. Only three blue and two yellow paperclips, a pine cone, and some interesting pebbles. One of the pebbles had a small hole in it, and she slipped that one back into her pocket, laying the rest on the table.

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Coraline Jones_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Coraline Jones_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Coraline Jones_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Coraline Jones_"

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
'Permanent Rose,' says Permanent Rose. 'But everyone just calls me Rose.' Apart from Tom. Tom called her by her full name, but he was allowed to.

'Why would you grate potatoes? They are good as jackets, or as chips.'

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
'Here, you can have whatever you want.' Rose sounds satisfied. 'Jelly and trifle and everything. I once went through a whole week having nothing but soup. There were some beautiful colours in some of them. But my brother was here--' A lilt of sadness in her voice--'And he told me off for it. So now I try to eat different things.'

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
'He decided to go home,' Rose says, idly wondering if flowers ever grow between the stones of the Great Hall walls. 'To play guitar and to read books about snow. And of course he has to look after my sisters.'

'There's Caddy, who's completely hopeless, and Saffron, (who is really my cousin) who feels too much, and Sarah, who is really Saffy's best friend but part of the family too, and she is fierce.'

Rose is fierce, too.

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
'Are you not? Are you an alien?' She doesn't look like any alien Rose has drawn or painted. 'Can you drink tea with your finger?'

Mummy has done that a few times. She says it's just to check it's hot but after Daddy left her to go and live with his London girlfriend she'd often forget and just leave her finger in, sobbing til it got cold.

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
'What,' Rose immediately asks, 'Did it look like?'

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose cocks her head slightly. Perhaps it's not so important if the garden had jewel-tones or not.

'But,' she notes, 'You got out of it.'

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
'That was sensible,' says one sensible girl to another. 'Bad things don't normally happen here, as long as you don't eat the chocolates that lie around the place.'

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
'Oh,' says Rose casually, 'They can turn you into things, that's all.'

It is a good thing Rose has not discovered they could also, for a short time, rob her of her artistic prowess.

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
'Imagine something.'

Rose pauses for effect.

'Those kind of things. You turn back, but it's scary still.'

Vote: Ravenclaw

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
'Good. You'll do well in Ravenclaw.'

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose considers. 'I can't really remember where I am. It doesn't matter, anyway. I only go there to sleep. Mostly I take over an empty classroom for a day, and do art.'

Rose has a definition of art which is 'anything that makes her happy to create'. She wonders if anyone else feels that way.

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw

[identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com 2009-05-31 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
'Watch out for the staircases.' Rose smiles. 'They move.'